Toot Toot

okay so I'm not one to toot my own horn (most of the time), but I think I outdid myself this year on Valentines.

Here's the back story - we kind of sort of suck at Valentines. Our first Valentines together was a joke, #2 I can't even remember, and last year was spent with friends eating pizza and attending a movie. We tend to have a great night but hellsbells there is nothing romantic about Valentines at our house.

This year, I found out I had to go to work for some meetings and would be gone for V-day. When I told Fred he said, "Seriously? Maybe we should just cancel Valentines Day forever?" I kind of agreed.

So off I went for a week of family and friends  work. I spent Valentines as the 5th wheel with some of our best friends the Brady's and the Hunger's. Fred golfed and uh, hung out by himself. poor him.

While in Logan, it's required that I eat at El Toro, our favorite mexican place. I drug my little sis and honorary little sister Laura and her hubby there too. Fred is always really sad about this because he all-time favorite dish, the loco burrito, is served here.

However, being the cool wife I am...I brought him home one. I purchased some tupperware, froze his meal, and packed it in my bag - and luckily it was still frozen when I got home a million hours later.

He was pretty excited and kept telling me how I was the best wife in the world and how he was the luckiest man alive (okay maybe I said those things - but he nodded).

We've set some low Valentines standards here at our house but that's what makes me so awesome this year.

The 2011 Phx Open

If you would have told the 15-year old me that in 10 years I would be not only married to a golf fanatic- but I would in fact be turning into one myself I would have laughed in your face and said, "psh. What-EVER". insert appropriate W hand gesture.

One of my greatest friend's growing up belonged to such a family. Her grandpa was a famous Golfer and her dad was in the biz as well. I remember being/living at their house and golf was always on.  She and I would beg, plead, and whine until we were able to watch something we wanted to watch (in most cases that never happened). During those years, I remember promising myself that I would never marry someone who liked golf so much because it was sooo boring.

That must have been when I sealed my fate.

fast forward those 10 years and here I am married to an almost-graduated golf management dude and I'm the one talking about golfers like I know them personally. Super Bowl? who cares! Phoenix Open? Yes please!!

This last weekend, I made sure Fred was taking me to the Phoenix Open because I had to see some of my favorites in action like I did last year. I was soo excited! Sadly, Camilo hurt his back and dropped out of the competition earlier that week. sniff sniff.

How the 15-year-old version of myself would have never volunteered to go to a golf tournament and would have cringed at the sight of me getting annoyed with all the frat/sorority people that were only there for the party - shouldn't they be there because they love the game and the players like we do?

On Sunday, Fred had the opportunity to work on the driving range where all of the golfers warmed up. He was the best husband by making sure he took and sent me pictures of my boyfriend (#2 to Camilo) Rickie Fowler as he warmed up less than 20 feet from Fred. Same with ol' Phil.

Rickie

Phil

He got to rub elbows with some of the pros and even talked to one of the tournament's top golfers (I don't remember who) for 45 minutes getting advice on the industry and talking to him about where/what Fred wanted to do. Professional advice for free.ninety-nine!

oh how we love the Phx Open...

sometimes

I suck at life. No really.

For instance, before Christmas I was trying to do all my packing and I put in a load of laundry - only to remember that load this morning. This happens every. single. time. I always wash at least one batch twice because I forget about it until it's sour and smelly. (side note & hypothetical situation: say I did this to a bunch of towels. say more than once. say that these towels maintained a bit of the funk factor even after dozens of washes where the operator obediently put them into the dryer minutes after the washing stopped. How does one remove that last bit of funk?)

Or when we went to the Mesa Temple lights with our friends the Rykerts who were visiting from Utah. I did a great job of remembering the camera (something I always forget) but somehow I forgot the memory card. We got a total of 4 pictures. Go Me!

I am also the queen of good intentions - like buying produce to eat all healthy-like. it always goes bad. If you looked in my fridge and kitchen right now you would find bad clementines, peppers, basil, tomatoes, broccoli, and the list goes on. How can I get myself to not 'save for the perfect dish' but use them before I just end up throwing them away!!?

I have tons of additional examples but can't think of them...

Am I alone is sucking at this kind of stuff?