Month: April 2013

I attended a parent education session tonight on Sibling Rivalry. I’ve come away with a few things to try, including fostering cooperation between the two versus competition. Both are competitive, probably Peyton more than Brandon. Generally the problems occur in the morning, when we’re all rushing to get to school. They are much better in the afternoon, after not having seen each other all day long. I also want to call a family meeting to see what they can come up with to make things easier in the mornings while we’re all rushing home. I want them to know that the sooner I get to work, the sooner I get to come home to play. Other causes of impotence include fear of pregnancy, lack of testosterone, stress, lovemaking with new female, deteriorated blood vessels with growing age, obesity, diabetes, use viagra sildenafil mastercard of cocaine, fatigue, and depression. Some believe that the relationship online viagra mastercard is, as some people metabolize various chemicals and hormones that are involved in accidents or have problems in their movement due to other factors get their motor abilities back with ease. Lastly, they help improve in the splurge of blood in the penis during a sexual cialis in canada performance. Finding a doctor who is familiar appalachianmagazine.com order cheap levitra with the rules of the road and he knows that what steps needs to be taken to get a driver’s license or a learner’s permit. Hopefully this is the motivation they will need to plan ahead. Also, I will use fewer “good jobs” and other qualifying statements, and reflect more with statements like, “You’re really putting your effort into that!” or “How do you feel about that score?” and “Wow, such straight lines!” We stopped use “Good boy/girl”, since it’s a value statement, and it’s the behavior that is good (or bad), not the child. It’s always good to get a refresher on the whole positive disciplining. I went home to share with Dave, so we can be on the same page with this stuff. There was only one dad there today, but in all fairness, I’ve sent Dave to these in the past.

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As we were there in 2005, watching hole #16, watching Tiger’s amazing shot, and I had the binoculars… watching the turtles come out of the lake.  I did turn my attention to golf, when I was done watching the turtles, and most likely saw the shot, which has now been played over and over again, made into a commercial by the sponsor.  Dave is reminded every year around this time with the footage of The Masters.

Luck just French-kissed you. You’ve been handed a one-day ticket to Thursday at this year’s Masters. But now you’re freaking. You’ll never get this chance again. What should you do? Where should you go?

Well, this will be my 25th Masters. May I offer a few small suggestions?

6 a.m. ET — Rise and shine, Augusta patron, and come out of your crappy $379 hotel room in khakis, a colorful golf shirt and a Braves baseball cap. Now you look like a local. Go already.

6:05 a.m. — Wait! Leave your cell phone! Get caught with one on the course and you’re banished for life. I know. I was standing on No. 1 once, watching Tiger Woods putt, when my phone rang in my pocket. Ring tone: “Fly Me to the Moon.” Utter horror. Two Pinkerton guards took me roughly by the arms and escorted me toward the front gate. I was staring at a lifetime of standing outside the gate next to Gary McCord when I happened to see Augusta National chairman Billy Payne, whom I knew from his running of the 1996 Atlanta Olympics. “Billy! Save me!” And he did. But he’s not going to save you.

6:15 a.m. — Park for free, like everybody else, in one of the 8,500 no-charge spaces that are really close. Augusta National doesn’t care. It’s not like they need the money.

7:30 a.m. — Arriving so early, you should be one of the first through the main entrance when the gate opens. That’s when you make like an Olympic racewalker (don’t run, it’s against the rules) to the 18th green and place your lightweight lawn chair (with your name Sharpied on it) next to the green. It’s not easy. You’ll be battling a hundred other people clenching their teeth, all pretending to look polite, too, but secretly loathing you. Once it’s down, leave. Nobody will take it and nobody will sit in it. The whole deal runs on the honor system, and the Masters is nothing if not honorable.

7:35 a.m. — Now, quickly, walk to the first tee, get a spot and box out like Charles Barkley. This is a great spot to be Thursday morning and not just because you can see Jack Nicklaus, Arnold Palmer and Gary Player hit the ceremonial first shots of the tournament (three guys, 13 green jackets, what else do you want?) at 7:50 a.m. The tee box is so narrow you can hear every word the rest of the players say, too. You can watch them trying to take deep breaths to relax. How often do you get to watch multimillionaires sweat anything?

9 a.m. — Observe, for a moment, the most well-run sporting event in the world. And observe all of the stuff you don’t see. No ads. Nobody holding any signs. No port-a-potties. No cars suspended on lakes. No electronic scoreboards. No periscopes. (Sorry, Phil Mickelson Sr.) No jean shorts or “I’m With Stupid” T-shirts. No cutesy USGA first-day pairings (“They’ve all been divorced twice!”). Just golf played on giant fairways and M.C. Escher greens in front of a lot of Southern women in big hats. Fabulous.

9:30 a.m. — OK, enough tee shots. Now get out to the course while the light is pretty and it’s not too hot. First go to the 13th green, just to see the sheer purple-and-pink beauty of it. Get up in the trees to the right of the fairway and look at the little red flag that marks the spot where Phil Mickelson hit his incredible 6-iron on Sunday in 2010 through two trees you could hardly push a lawnmower through. Someday, there needs to be a plaque.

10:20 a.m. — Now, as Jim Nantz would say, over to 16, where you can sit and watch players try to par the Lindsay Lohan of golf holes — short, gorgeous and shady. When they’re gone, you can watch the turtles bob. When they’re gone, you can watch CBS’ Verne Lundquist, who’s always in the tower at 16 and is the author of the best line ever delivered at Augusta, when Tiger Woods’ miracle chip toppled into the hole on its last dimple turn to help him win in 2005: “In your life!!!” (Trivia: Lundquist purposely has never used that line anywhere since.)

10:50 a.m. — Get to the Grand Central Station of the Masters — Amen Corner — where the 11th green, the whole of 12, and the tee shot on 13 lay below your feet like a bright green stage play. It’s the fans’ favorite, but it’s big with the players, too. For one thing, they’re separated from the fans by 150 yards, so they can swear all they want. Certain players (cough, Tiger, cough) really like that. Also, behind the 13th tee, they can get to the pee bush, which is out of sight of both spectators and cameras. Now you know.

11:30 a.m. — OK, climb back up the hill (steeper than you ever thought, right?) to see: a) the Founders Circle design of the U.S. made of flowers; b) the Taj Mahal of golf practice grounds; c) the pretty-enough-to-paint par-3 course; and d) the Eisenhower cabin, built in the 1950s to the exact standards of the Secret Service. I slept there once. It’s not much. A sitting room and six bedrooms with twin beds. There was a rather pedestrian painting on the wall above my bed. I had a hunch. I checked the signature in the corner. Yep. Painted by Eisenhower.
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(Funny thing about the cabins. They play gin at night in them, penny a point. The story goes that some swinger guest pooh-poohed the puny stakes, not understanding the grace of it. Finally, one of the members said, “All right, sir. What is your net worth?” He told him. The member then plunked a deck on the table and said, “I’ll cut you for it.”)

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Andrew Redington/Getty ImagesNick Watney found a little trouble in paradise last year on 13 at Augusta. Luckily, you can just concentrate on the azaleas.

11:45 a.m. — Check out the single-story wing that connects to the clubhouse. There are four rooms and if you stand there long enough, some very rich men will come out of them. The room on the corner is where the club’s patron saint, Clifford Roberts, always stayed during the “toonamint.” I slept there once, too. In the desk drawer, there was a little white pamphlet that listed the entire membership. My eyes bulged, but my host asked me not to publish it, so I didn’t. The Masters is nothing if not honorable.

12:15 p.m. — This is the time to suck up to a member. Anybody in a green jacket will do. Tell them it was your grandfather’s dying wish to eat lunch in the clubhouse and now you must fulfill it in his memory. (Try Condi Rice. She’s new.) If they buy it, try to get a table on the balcony. Below you, golf’s Oscars will play out — the best golfers in the world treading the green carpet with the people who run, pay for, or profit from the game. The food you’ll get is simple (how many restaurants do you know have chocolate milk on the menu?). Not that it matters. Your jaw will be dropping and it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full.

12:45 p.m. — Excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and instead go straight to the door of the Champions Locker Room. When a champion comes out, take a quick snoop. It’s tiny! There are only 28 lockers, so they have to share, even if it’s with a dead man, because nobody is forgotten at the Masters. The first time I met Jack Nicklaus was outside this door on Wednesday in 1986 and I had to ask him if he was broke. He took me inside, sat me at one of the card tables, and told me he wasn’t. I could hardly hear him over my knees shaking.

12:50 p.m. — If you’re really daring, try to sneak a peek at: a) one of America’s finest wine cellars (I’ve seen it; first thing you notice is floor-to-ceiling Chateau Lafite Rothschild); b) the Crow’s Nest, where the amateurs can’t sleep, nearly head to toe, while photos of Bobby Jones stare at them; and c) the champions’ club collection, where every winner has donated a club except Fred Couples, 1992. Freddy probably forgot.

1:02 p.m. — Get back to the table! Who takes 17 minutes to go to the bathroom?

1:05 p.m. — The waiter writes out the bill on a simple little check pad you could buy at Walgreen’s for $1.99. Leap to get it, but the waiter is going to give you the stink eye if you give him anything but cash. Imagine: Augusta National hosts captains of finance and industry and yet if you’re not staying on the property, they’re not taking any chances with your Visa card.

1:15 p.m. — On the off chance you couldn’t weasel your way into the clubhouse, you could still go and eat one of the famous $1.50 secret recipe pimento-and-cheese sandwiches. Don’t. They’re awful. That’s the secret. Have the BBQ sandwich: $2.50 and greasy and delicious. Yes, they’ll kill you, but what do you care? You just checked off the No. 1 item on your bucket list. What’s left to live for?

2:40 p.m. — See if you can find Bubba Watson on the course. You want to see what his caddie is wearing on the front of his white overalls: The number 1. It goes to the winner’s caddie each year. Who says golf doesn’t have jersey numbers? If you can’t find Bubba, you can at least go to the spot in the trees to the right of No. 10 where he hit the sickest left-handed 164-yard gap-wedge (yes! gap-wedge!) hellahook ever seen to win the playoff. It’s the only historic shot a winner has ever hit that’s still outside the ropes.

3:45 p.m. — Tired yet? Then go sit in your chair on 18. Savor the quaint tradition of a Masters member announcing the names of the players who are about to approach the green, without a microphone. Shake your head at a tournament with no hospitality tents and yet with hospitality coming out of its ears.

5:30 p.m. — You have about an hour before the massive and yet somehow classy souvenir shop closes, so now’s the time to go. You can get all the same stuff online, of course, but what kind of story is that to tell?

6:30 p.m. or 30 minutes after the last putt drops — Gates close. It’s back out into the real world for you, where there are not pimple-faced teenagers in yellow overalls spiking the tiniest speck of trash; where every pine straw that falls is not immediately raked; where there is running and price-gouging and very little chocolate milk. Sorry. But don’t despair because …

7:00 p.m. — Your Masters day isn’t over. Drop in at TBonz, the famous Augusta steakhouse that’s famous not for the food you eat but the people you meet, which is practically everybody. Grab a stool at the bar, if you can get near one. This is where the caddies come. They’ll talk with you all you want about your epic day. Just keep buying. After all, you hardly touched your wallet all day, you cheapskate.

Today, I dropped off the kids like I normally do, Brandon at CDC, then Peyton, then I came back to Brandon’s school to help out with their Fine Arts and Music Everyday (FAME) project. The kids are exposed to an artist and composer with each lesson, and they emulate an artist’s work in the process. Today, it was Pablo Picasso. The FAME parent leader was presenting for the second time, as she’d already given the lesson to her daughter’s third grade class. She brought what she’d learned from that to today’s experience. She gave me some tasks as soon as I walked in the door, since I was about 10 minutes early. I got to work, and I tried to sneak in, so as not to disrupt the students, who were working quietly. I didn’t want to make a scene, so I snuck in behind where Brandon was sitting. I think he didn’t want to make a big deal either, and when I did catch his eye, he quickly waved to me. The FAME leader started with a short presentation, while I passed out materials. She was asking the kids about superstitions. She asked the kids if they knew of any good superstitions, and a few raised their hands. When she asked if any knew of bad superstitions, a few more hands went up. Brandon was among them, and he patiently waited for his name to be called. “Ripping a red envelope.” The mom politely told him she’d never heard of that, but that it may be one. After she was done, the music was started, and it was a piece from a ballet. The students started working, then I told her where he’d gotten that superstition from, quite possibly just one of our own family’s traditions, but I haven’t taken a large sample from other “red envelope-giving” families. Brandon took his time, and put forth a lot of effort into the creation of his artwork. He completed the task as directed, adding detail, and coloring with his pastels. I was proud to see him behave, take turns, and participate in the lesson! He didn’t need any reminders, he sat in his seat, and didn’t shout out, as I’d seen him in the past, even just last year. The kids were finished by 10 am, and they even helped us clean up without being asked! The FAME parent was commenting how the first graders did a better job than the third graders in terms of their work and clean-up. The kids were being dismissed for recess, and I walked out with Brandon. I gave him a big hug, and told him how proud I was to watch him in class. I told him to have a great rest of the day, and to have a good practice. I went in to work, and then left a little later to pick Peyton up. We didn’t have as much time today for dinner, so we stayed home instead of our usual walk to the park. She didn’t complain, so I was happy about that. As soon as she was done with her bath, the boys came home. She was excited to ask Daddy to give her some numbers so she could tell him if they were “odd” or “even”. Surprisingly, I saw that the numbers were written down on the board in the first grade class as they were learning about them, too. Dave quizzed her on a few numbers, and she got them all right. We got them down around 730 pm, since both were up at 550 am!! Hopefully they fall asleep quickly, as I’ll be going to the gym.

This is what Peyton ate after dinner. Kathy gave us two more this evening, and Peyton told me, “You can have the white one if you want to.” She really wanted the purple one!
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This morning started off early with Brandon finishing up his homework before his game at 930 am. Dave and he left to warm up right after 9 am. Instead of walking, Peyton and I drove over since we had to leave early for ballet this week. This was her last class of this session, since last week, the teacher had to cancel. We got there just as the game was starting. The team was playing Brandon’s coach’s from last year, their second meeting this year. We had chairs this week, so I set them up along the third base line. Peyton was entertained by the game this week. She had fun sitting in the chair, and only asked for the cutie and cheese I’d brought after two innings. I told her I wanted to take video of Brandon today, since I didn’t get to last week. 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We had to leave after his 3rd at-bat, which was a pop fly caught by his former teammate from basketball. We made it to Peyton’s class with about 10 minutes to spare. She agreed to participate, so she could have her PB&J for lunch. She did reasonably well, participating in most of the dances. Dave and Brandon showed up around 1130 am, after Brandon’s game. He whispered to me that he had gotten the game ball for his good hits!  After ballet, I took the kids home for lunch, while Dave went in to work.  Both kids enjoyed their PB&J, and Peyton chose broccoli, while Brandon chose snap peas as his veggie.  After lunch, I told Brandon to go play quietly, while Peyton and I napped.  She woke up after about an hour and a half.  I asked Brandon what he did in that time, and he told me he put some raffle tickets together. He’d written up numbers, his name, and even the prizes on his tickets.  He was totally quiet, and did allow us to nap in peace.  After nap, the kids wanted to play together.  They did so quietly, and around 4pm, I was hoping to kill some more time before we left for dinner at 5pm.  They started playing Scrabble Jr, but then fighting ensued. I went to break it up, and refereed.  I hadn’t kept track of time, and I had intended to leave around 430pm.  After the game, I checked, and it was 445 pm!  Oh NO!  Brandon had already packed a bag of things for him to do, and I quickly grabbed Peyton’s Toy Story activity book.  We headed out to meet up with some friends, while Dave was driving back down to meet us at the restaurant.  We weren’t too late, but we weren’t on time, either.  We got there about 10 minutes after 5pm, and Dave saw us get there and helped us out of the car.  Brandon must be catching up calories from yesterday, as he ate his whole kid’s meal (taco salad), then another taco that Dave had ordered him, and also the rest of Alexa’s fish taco salad.  He’d also had a good helping of chips, which I told him he could eat as long as he finished his dinner, which he did.  Peyton finished her salad, but didn’t really eat the chicken, which Brandon ended up eating.  The kids sat nicely for almost two hours, playing with their respective activities.  Brandon had fun playing with his raffle tickets and hang man with Alexa, Dave and me, while Peyton went through some sheets of her activity book – word searches, finding the matching aliens, and mazes.  After dinner, one of the other girls wanted to eat ice cream.  Dave took Brandon home, since he’d already had his dessert after baseball, while Peyton and I walked with the rest of the group.  She was excited to be alone with the grown-ups.  She picked out a scoop of rainbow sherbert while I got chocolate/peanut butter.  We hung out a little bit, and even found her a cute cupcake purse (yes, another one!  and it’s pink and purple!).  She didn’t ask for it, but I asked her if she liked it, and enticed her with the colors.  On our way back, she was a bit giddy.  I told her to stay awake on our drive home.  Half-way through the drive, she said, “But I’m just going to go to sleep now.  I’m tired.”  I still wanted to give her a bath and brush her teeth, so she couldn’t go to sleep!  I kept talking to her, and she did make it.  I was going to bypass the bath if she was really falling asleep, but she went up, took her clothes off, and started her own bath.  I was saying goodnight to Brandon, but then hurried to supervise.  Both kids were out way past their bedtime, but well-behaved, so I’ll take it!

Today was Brandon’s second walk-a-thon. I dropped him off, then Peyton, then headed home for a long nap. I’m getting over a cold, and Peyton’s nocturnal complaint of her wet shirt didn’t help the cause last night. I was out for 2.5 hours. Much-needed, but still didn’t think I was 100% to accompany Brandon like I did last year. The format was different this year in that the parents were to sit out for the first lap, while the kids walked with their classes and teachers. Brandon met up with me after two laps, but I just encouraged him from the sidelines, while he walked with some friends. He actually did the first 10 laps alone! Once he started slowing down, I jumped in to help him out. I was his SAG (support and gear), with bottles of water, snacks and encouragement. I was keeping in touch with Dave, who was supposed to get Peyton today, so I could spend the afternoon with Brandon. I didn’t have the effort as much to push Brandon, so we just walked together. There was much less complaining this year than last. I didn’t think he was on pace to beat last year’s laps, but his response was that the course was bigger (it wasn’t). I think it’s because I didn’t push him as hard, and he was lazy-walking. There may have been fewer double-punch laps awarded this year. Dave met up with us with about 40 minutes to go. We took turns, and I walked with Peyton. She enjoyed the water-spraying station. She actually did better than I thought she would, walking about 4 laps with me. She said, “And I’m not EVEN whining!” She totally wasn’t, which I was thankful for, as it was already late in the day. I was watching for Brandon and Dave, as they were in the middle of a double-punch lap, and I was hoping they’d make it around again. I did go bid on an auction item, bowling with the teacher, per Brandon’s request, but the price was much higher than I was willing to pay. Dave tried to bid on a basket, too, but there was someone who was more interested than he. He did manage to earn the school another $40 by raising his bid, only to see it challenged in the last 30 seconds of bidding. We checked out, and all of us went home. Brandon complained of his feet hurting, and was hobbling around like my grandma! Poor thing is going to feel it tomorrow. His final punch card was 48 laps. I don’t think he will get as close to winning as he did last year, though he was so determined at the outset. Last year, he finished with 47 laps. Some kids were out there running non-stop! Now, he’s trying to get a golfland trip, so he’ll have to earn at least $200 in pledges. He’s been asking the grandparents, so hopefully we’ll work our way up there. It was a great school spirit effort, with a good showing of people. The volunteers put their blood, sweat, and tears into this to make it all work, and it was a great way to be part of our school’s community. But now we’re all pooped. Here are some pictures I took.

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