Fish, Golf and Blood

I know, I know 2 posts in 2 weeks. It's getting to be a habit. I have a ton of work to do both at home and work but I felt the need to write.
This past week seems to have been only about 2 days long. Last weekend seemed like a 3 day weekend partially because we had a happy hour Friday afternoon to kick the weekend off. Saturday we took the kids to the National Aquarium in DC. The good thing was that it was inexpensive - relatively. $7 for adults and the whole thing was about as big as one floor in my house. Baltimore Aquarium it is not. The kids had cameras in hand and were snapping lots of pictures of fish. I remember thinking during that time that I was thankful that we have digital pictures now and can just erase the bad pictures. When I was growing up with my 110 camera and later the 35mm I had to actually pay to develop the pictures to see the bad ones. Oh the money I wasted on bad pictures. Speaking of pictures. I think I'm going to dig out a few of the picture boxes I have saved from those days and scan them in. I have a bit of my Grandpa Woldruff in me and I'll take pictures of anything. Though I don't have a slide projector to show them on so this blog and facebook will have to be the venue for most. SWMBO will have a say in what pictures are posted as well. This is a family site...
Sunday, went golfing with the guys for the first time since last Father's Day. I hate to say it but I'm still a bit sore from al the swinging I did. I got my money's worth of golfing though. All those other guys were trying to swing fewer times on each hole. I figure if I can get 2 or even 3 swings per dollar spent then I don't feel so bad. Some of those guys were barely over one swing per dollar. I may not have scored well but the economics works out better for me. I either have to golf more, stretch more or take a bottle of aspirin with me and keep it in the bag. We did have a good time on the course. 2 foursomes with a little bragging rights competition. It came down to a 2 stroke difference between the two groups - my team lost. I blame myself. My putting was terrible. I had the line dead on but apparently I was feeling like playing hockey instead of golf and slammed that ball right over the cup about 4-5 times. I tried to blame the fast greens but Jorge corrected me and said it was just me. So instead of getting par or even a couple of birdies I would go 1, 2, or 3 over. Again - the economics were great but I guess good economics don't equal a good golf game. Maybe that's why so many politicians are good golfers. Just a thought. The kids got me a new golf bag for Father's Day and were very excited about it. They gave it to me Saturday night so I could use it Sunday morning. Steph, ever my stylist, got me a pair of Under Armor golf shorts and shirt. I may not have been the best player but I was probably the best dressed.
I did hang out with the family later in the day. It was great. I made some ribs and sat out on the porch and relaxed. Of course that was after I did my fatherly duties and mowed the lawn and cleaned the pool. Some things you don't get off doing even when it's Father's Day.

Oh, one night (seriously I forget which one) Steph was out for a work thing and I had the kids at home. Dylan and Chloe finished eating and went inside (we don't really eat anywhere but the porch in the Spring/Summer/Fall time). Well, let's say the went in to the house and right back out the side door. Dylan was riding his bike (he's doing much better now after he saw his friend James riding his bike to our house a couple of weeks ago) on the driveway under the carport. Chloe go on her bike, without shoes or a helmet and headed down the driveway hill. They do this and then like to run the bike into the grass on the other side of the street. They know we are to be out there to check for cars and give the go-ahead before they do that but apparently the lure of fun was too much for Chloe. The next thing I know Dylan is running back to the porch to tell me Chloe is in the ditch with blood on her foot. She had run the bike into the ditch on our side of the street, probably out of control, and sliced her foot open on the drain that goes under the driveway. I didn't know whether to be mad she was riding her bike down the driveway with out me, helmet or shoes, Thankful she was relatively OK or worried about how badly she was cut. I think I was all 3 at the same time. I'll spare the details of me rushing her up to the bath tub to wash it out and all the screaming, crying and apologizing that went on. She's OK. I cleaned her up, determined she didn't need stitches and bandaged her up. It was a bit of drama though and now she's running around on it.
Kids.