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It's not that I don't want to be seen as a professional golfer... I mean I really do try... bending down, lowering my back, keeping my eye on the ball, using the right club... it's all about the skill and the determination to reach the other side of the woods. 'Bogey', the word they use for 'Boo' or 'not good enough'. Golf can be quite a self-esteem breaker if you're not careful.

So anyways I tried to get the whole outfit as requested but alas everything seems non-matching and to be very honest, I'm not quite with the idea of wearing a tucked in t-shirt with a belt around my pants. To me golf must be free and you should feel free... one with nature as they put it.

I arrived at the course trying to act all professional amongst all these men who they call "Pro's" and all I could think of was how remarkably cool I must be because I seemed to be the only girl. I was told the rules, no lagging because people get irritated, no driving on the greens and then I saw it... the most beautiful vehicle I had ever seen. It was this white 4-wheeler... with no ABS breaking and quite comfortable seats for two. Do you have any idea how much fun those golf derby carts are?

Off to the first tee was nerve wrecking. All these men wait in the cue for their turns and they watch... and they watch... and they watch. Their minds probably criticizing every shot. So it eventually came to my turn and all the books I read, all the ‘PlayStation’ education had finally come to this point. I Little Miss Mission Impossible would swing that club and impress the tartan off these men's pants. So I wiggled my buttocks... did the knee bending thing... kept my eyes on the ball and swung back. All my might and power went into the swing, my heart raced, the birds stopped chirping, the trees stopped growing and the crowd just watched with silence. I drove into the ball... I looked up to see where it was going… couldn't see it at all... must be the bright sunlight and there it was, right in front of me still on the tee. I had completely missed.

So ladies and gentlemen... I completed 18 holes. I found that the pitching wedge is the only club I can use so that pretty much became my driver.

I must say that I will love to get a "Pro" to teach me how to play and then go and surprise those tartan men.

Noone got hurt except for the tree. Hehe. In dear memory of that tree.

That's all from me now...

Pace Yourself

Little MMI

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I have made a decision and it took me quite a while to come up with it. Really it’s a very strong decision and it's based on evidence!!!

Decision... beep beep... tapping into LMMI's decision folder... beep beep... detecting... incoming decision... "Bath Mats are Useless"!

Evidence... lots of tiny particles of H2O all over the bathroom floor.

No matter how much you try, water was made for bathroom floors. It's like the bathroom floor is some sort of water magnet. You get into a bath like a delicate ballerina, pointed toes, hair all bundled up in a clip and you get out stepping into this pool, wondering if a bath duck is going to float by soon.

Why is it that we have bath mats then? Is it to absorb as much liquid as possible? Is it just there for decoration because we got the idea from some interior decorative magazine saying that bath mats are the next "In" thing? Whatever the reason, bath mats are another add on to our everyday propaganda lives. We need bath mats... it will solve all our water on the floor problems... it will keep our feet warm! It's like saying we need to put on socks when we get into the bath because ladies and gentlemen it will keep your feet dry.

So its a sunny Monday and time for my next mission… baam baam baam.

Play Golf on a Proper... Real Golf Course

This extremely difficult task is going to consist of skill, poise and a heck lot of beginners luck. I Little MMI... a.k.a Little Miss Mission Impossible is going to play on a real golf course.

Now up to this point my golfing skills have remained on ‘PlayStation’ and I have felt that this was more appropriate as:

1. Noone gets hurt from flying balls.
2. All grass remains intact.
3. No trees get smacked... for all those tree lovers.
4. Noone will become frustrated from delays.
5. My cleavage won’t get dented from golfing sticks swiping them.

Now I feel its time I take the next step... the golfing plunge and experience the real wind (no not that kind of wind)… the texture of the greens... the slopes of the pine trees and the grains of the bunkers. I should write golfing manuals.

I will seek forth a golf club... purchase a golf glove and join the team of tartan pants and capped individuals. I will post snaps of this experience online and will tell of my findings. I’ll come back with birdies... eagles and perhaps a hole in one!

Pace Yourself

Little MMI