I had been away from the range and the course for almost a month.  Some might say as long as Tiger Woods.

Anyways, I played like “a Pro” according to Big Mama (my golfing instructor). 

So my tips for next week’s lesson is to remember the following:

1.  Keep the proper stance.  Bent at the hips and unlock knees.

2.  Relax arms and make sure to have a proper grip.  Just let your arms fall naturally and that should lead you to the proper grip. 

3.  Make sure hips are moving before the swing of the arms.  If hips move first then the arms will just fall into proper place.  Separation of the upper and lower body is key.

I hope i get to use my Woods next week.  My instructor refuses me using them until i reach the advanced level with the Irons and Wedges.

Prepare to be surprised.

Sultana

I had plan so many things for today but it didn’t work out. 

The agenda was:

Write a 100 reasons why i love him.

Get his Gift.  I found out was sold out this morning. 

The ‘new’ restaurant, an Ethiopian bistro, was closed.  Although i happened to enjoy my spicy chicken kabob dish from the Persian cuisine but Pasha didn’t .

At least we enjoyed the Heaven Sent cake we shared.  Yummy.

One thing is clear though i can definitely top the event next year God willing.

Happy Bday today and tomorrow my Pasha.

Sultana

Patiently singing:  It’s a quarter after 1, i’m all alone and i need you now….

Sultana

Today was SeaWorld a outting. The sun was shining brightly and we were waiting to be refreshed by the water that the Shamu threw at us.

Followed by a comedy sketch by the Otters and Sealions.

I always am amazed with the sea animals.

They are unbelievably smart…I mean I would never see such entertainment at the zoo or the wild animal park.

Again…amazing creatures and if anyone has an opportunity to go, GO.

Sultana

It was 80 degrees today inland where I was playing Golf.

Headed to the beach with family and then found it to be cold and cloudy.

Although San Diego doesn’t disappoint with great views.

Sultana

A long search followed by a longer conversation with my about the value of the earing, i came up to my room disappointed. 

Although my disappointed turned to rationalization that the earing is only silver cubic zirconium and I OWN it. 

Let’s just say it was not a fun college graduation party when my sister pointed out that one of her 1k diamond studied earring was missing on me. 

I still cringe when i watch that episode of Friends when Rachel loses Monica’s earings which Chandler had given to her for their anniversary. 

Anyway, I AM glad , albeit embarrassed, to say that i found the other pair still in the box.

A lovely surprise indeed.

Sultana

I realize that i sometimes take that cloud with me to school, when i meet with my Main Squeeze man, and etc….

The problem with “this” cloud, and i say this with a most disdainful taste, renders me speechless.

It’s been an ongoing battle to speak up when i hear someone talk badly or treating unkindly.

It is not easy.

It’s like the abusee accepting the abuser….

I want to speak.

To let out.

“Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.”  –Author Unknown.

Sultana

  8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
  9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
  9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
  1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
  3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
  5:00 pm – Dinner! My favorite thing!
  7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
  8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat’s Diary:

Day 983 of My Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.  They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.  Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.  In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.  Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities.  However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am.  Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.  I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.  However, I could hear the noises and smell the food.  I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.”  I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.  I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.  The dog receives special privileges.  He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return.  He is obviously retarded.  The bird must be an informant.  I observe him communicate with the guards regularly.  I am certain that he reports my every move.  My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.  For now….

–Unknown Author.

Sultana

This was a beautiful day at the golf course.  Perfect temperature, a little windy but with little adjustments the ball went in the correct direction.

I was using my pink golf balls so it was really easy to detect where the ball landed besides the 3 i lost in that pond there.

I got to buy a new set. 

Go enjoy a day at the golf course. 

Sultana