Connie and Mildred Used To Be Brown

I'm sure you are looking for an update..truth is,OMG where do I even begin? I feel like I'm talking to my priest,Hello strangers,it's been 7 years since my last confession.

I can't say we are all butterflies and glitter BUT we are blessed that's for sure. God,the universe,whoever, has a big fat turf sense of humor! I've always said if we can't go big,we have to go home,but that's the thing ,we don't have a home as of rightnow.

When I tell you fast,I mean the phone rang on a Monday,we moved that Saturday. Our life is in storage rightnow and we're kids again staying with family,until we find somewhere to live.(If you're,reading this and are local to us ,FIND US A HOUSE😂) We kinda hit the jackpot here folks. Amazing gig,and family locally! Makes my heart happy !!

So let me back track here,I know my last few entries have been kinda cryptic,but our last adventure prohibited even breathing trade secrets. (I guess my ramblings have clout? HA!)But whatever,not even worth losing sleep or mind power over that chapter.

So flash forward to present time,did you feel the vortex sucking you in? Yes,that has been the whirl wind for the last 6 weeks.My grass grower doesn't do anything half arse. He can never just walk in and grow grass,EVER!!!So much so,that he now has two mistresses. Yes 2! I've named them Connie and Mildred.

They are both sweet souls,but they have gone through the ringer and back again 5 times.They both require extra TLC,See I told you the universe has a sense of humor.Maybe I was a criminal in a past life and this is my pay back. Kidding ..BUT they appreciate everything and are responding to my grass grower's mojo,and(excuse me while I shout)THE MEMBERSHIP IS AMAZING. Like the people dreams are made of,and we all know that makes growing grass so much better!

Everything about this new adventure is mind blowing! The company my grass grower now works for,in my opinion is one of the best ever! The support,the praise,the sense of urgency. We are so fortunate to be apart of! Thank you BCGM (shameless plug😜)

I feel like I'm rambling, but good Lord,I just can't rangle how in the world I'm supposed to center myself and update. I'm really trying to condense the last 6 weeks,but holy duck!! It's almost impossible!

What I can focus on is this, embracing GEORGIA,Mildred and Connie. They need my grass grower way more than I do rightnow. I'm fine with sharing for now.....😜💜

P.s. I love to hear from my readers! Feel free to drop a comment or just say hi. 💜

Why you should spend money on the right fertility program

I don't know how to put all this into a diplomatic essay,so if my post seems like a rant,it very well could be. Or prehaps it could a very precocious little ditty.

I'm having a hard time here understanding these simple terms.

1.Honesty(definition)to tell the truth. Example,if one has no intention of following through with a stated deal(agreed contract or offer)than please for the love of god,don't waste the energy of mother universe or precious time.

2.Expectation (definition)A belief that someone will or should achieve something. Example, if one was unhappy with a past result, what would make someone think "cheaping" the purse would enable near perfect results. In otherwords don't hire someone for 30 grand less than what your veteran expectation  is. Think education and experience with years of knowledge to handle a multitude of curve balls.

3.Trending(definition)Change or develop in a general direction. Example, just because everyone and everything are trying to keep up with the latest version of whatever "they" are doing, this doesn't mean it's always the correct road to travel down.In otherwords, if you have a set amount for a salary, stick to that and find the most qualified person for the money you are willing to spend.

4.Time(definition)do I really need to define this?Example, one should never expect a fast result. In otherwords,knowledge takes years to learn and expertise isn't often learned from a text book.

5.Knowledge(definition)Facts,information and skills acquired by a person through experience or education.Example,you have Little Jimmy who just graduated and is completely wet behind the ears. Then you have Kinda Big John who well thinks he is awesome,because,he was a farmer and has a big boy tractor.
Then walks in Super Sam, with a resume to die for,years of every kind of possible situtation and experience  under his belt and you know he's your guy. Infact you almost think he's  to good to be true.
What it all this boils down to is who is the perfect person to take your open position to the next level. Little Jimmy, Kinda Big John or Super Sam? The decision ???? Kinda Big John. Why not choose the person with the most knowledge? I wish I could explain that. I honestly have no idea. If this is what happens to you when you have spent hundreds and thousands of dollars to go to school and learn a craft, isn't that kinda a smack in the face? What is the point of striving for a higher education ?

There are many other points I'm sure that can be touched on here. This is just the tip on the iceberg. Bottom line is this, why do you have to work so hard in life and your career,only to be rejected by circumstances??

I'd love to hear thoughts on this.. please feel free to start a conversation with me or just vent .

The leaves are brown and we have a fungus

I've debated on whether I need to write about this season in our life, but it then hit me.I HAVE TO. Why do I have to? Because there is another "sister" going through this somewhere and my blog could be exactly what she needs to get out of bed today. Or me writing down what's in my head could be the reason I get out of bed today.

Truth is,we are treading on very tough waters mentally and physically. Our life is in a complete whirlwind of panic(well I'm in a panic,grass grower not so much) and limbo. Anyone who has been through this knows the industry is a hurry up and wait type of thing. There are so many channels that come with the hiring process and the speed is never fast enough for the person actually perusing the open position.

Deep down inside, I know my grass grower is pretty freaking talented so it's just a matter of time before the feast or fammin stage rolls in. But in the mean time the fammin is enough to drive any strong man,woman, dog,cat,monster,elephant(you get my drift)CRAZY!!!!

I was watching a movie the other day ..ok I was watching a mafia movie ..😂😂😂 and I honestly felt like wow this is my life.. well minus criminal activities and offing of people. (Please stay with me here, I swear I have a point.) But what I'm going after here is the "family" bond thing. When a fellow is down, the outpouring of love,kindness,and community is overwhelming. For all of that,we are entirely grestful and we love you all!!!!!

One thing I have noticed the most is the change in direction of my grass grower. The change mentally. The realization that it doesn't matter where, he just wants to grow grass. I was kinda,worried about him in this transition,but as in any situation,he has put on his big boy cargo shorts(Pat Jones reference) and handing it all like a boss. Maybe he has to, because his wife, is a complete lunatic in the negative nelly zone.

The good news is this is just a season(a rather shitastic season)but seasons change. The wind blows a different direction and your life can completely change in the matter of a breath. Or in my case a growing season.

Please Cease and Desist

"Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken."
-Orson Scott Card

Well hello there world! First and foremost,I would just like to say, I haven't fallen off the face of the round ball we call earth.

Second,when life puts you up against a wall,a true lady must remain classy,do a cute little hair swipe,throw on some lip gloss and handle it. Handle it like a true hip-hop gangster going into a rap battle.

Stay tuned...once we know..you will know ...

P.s. please pray for my grass gower...he's getting on my nerves ..😂

The Gathering...

Wow! Just wow!. If you follow me on Twitter or my MOT on Facebook, you mostly likely saw,we headed to Orlando for the GIS ( golf industry show). To say we had a blast was an understatement. I'm sitting in the truck headed back to the great state of AllllllaaaaaaaaBAMA as I type this latest entry and my mind is swirling!

This wasn't my first industry show,by any means, but it was my first show where I actually paid attention and was aware of who and what was in my immediate surroundings. Translation, I didn't have a crazied toddler, trying to run buck wild after big shiny golf carts and tractors. This time, I got to actually have fun,meet some AMAZING people and pretty much was spolied rotten. I chatted and rubbed shoulders with grass gowers who were a pretty big deal and industry professionals whom I've only  read about.  I can't even begin to say how awesome that was!!!  

Most of the time if we are lucky enough to go, it's because the show is in a central location and the only justifiable time to actually get the grass gower to take a vacation. Sounds kinda like a win win ..but we all know different.

Something that REALLY ripped at my heart yesterday while eating lunch, I saw this wife(notice I'm saying wife not family) with her 2 young babies.  I'd actually seen her alot throughout the day. She was just miserable and exhausted. I really wanted to just walk up to her and hug her,take her kids and let her have a break. Sadly I didn't because, what mom in their right mind would embrace a stranger ,who just secertly answered her prayers.

I've been there,yes it's so much fun to be able to go with your grass gower to the industry shows, it's a frat boy vacation for them. For us wives, it's even more stressful. Late nights,devil spawn naughty kids and a husband who now is more available at home than he is on this "family vaction"

We are put into a position, that no matter what we do ,we still come out being nagging and ungrateful. We can't complain because they aren't paying attention to us and the kids,because they are here "kinda" working.  We have to keep our kids in line 24/7 ALONE, despite the 15 handfuls of candy each vendor is giving little Jimmy or Suzi just because they are so cute.

It's truly exhausting. In my opinion it's another way the universe is jabbing us! Also probably why most of us stay home because it's just not worth our mental sanity that's already hanging on for dear life!

I will leave you with this . BEFORE you even give any thoughts to joining him at the "Frat Boy Fair" please consider the following
1. Yes he invited you to go,but it's out of love, and possibly brownie points
2. IF you do decide to go, look into childcare when you are there,because if you don't..you pretty much will be doing the same thing just in a smaller space. *think about bringing a mommy only cooler
3. You know your MOT, so there will be 45675 other MOT'S  he's known his entire career and you've never heard of them ..EVER!! They will be talking  about things you can't even pronounce let alone think about ..*a good time to learn how to stand alert nap. (Feel free to ask me about this gem)
4.JUST DO IT..get some poor soul to watch your kid(s),go have an adventure with your grass gower and just make sure you look pretty standing there while your mind spaces out from pure boredom!

Cheers..! Xo

I grew grass once upon a dream..

So check this out..I hate that most of my writing is at the expense of my grass gower,but sometimes it's just hard not to let it go.I do admit I sometimes,not everytime,feel a nagging sense of guilt,that I'm writing at his expense,But come on here,HOW CAN I NOT???If you are living this crazy life,it's best if you make lemonade with all the lemons that get thrown at you.

Insert reason number 45567865 why I adore my MOT!It isn't enough that he and the rest of the grass growing mafia keep insane hours,it becomes comical when THEY CAN NEVER SHUT IT OFF.I'm not speaking of talking about Holly 24/7,I'm talking about the probably 4 hrs of sleep they get at night.

I'm talking about when I come into our bedroom to sleep after he's gone to bed 2 to 3 hours before me. (Remember I only get a good 2 hrs of quality husband time before he checks out at around 7:30. It's a party if he stays up past 8)I truly wish I was that evil and I'd record this "sleep "conversations.

Being with this man for as long as I have,(in turf years at least 80)I have verbally witnessed how to properly unload bunker sand, and what happens to you ,if god forbid, you do it wrong.(think Alice and Wonderland, Off with their heads!!!) I've learned how to run a Spanish speaking crew,how to chew arse if you do something wrong and how to argue your case in front of the board for a bigger budget.(I'm telling you. .real first world stuff here folks!!!) 

Some of these sleep time shenanigans are hysterical. But most of the time as hard as it is not to laugh,I just feel sorry for him.Why? Because I know his stress and pain. It's not fair most of the time,the mental strain that comes along with growing grass.But,we all know that there is ALWAYS a grasstastic emergency somewhere,even if it's in dreamland.As a good little obedient TURF WIFE( you're laughing if you truly know me ) I'm still supportive,just listen,and fight every fiber in my being not to hit the,record button on my phone.Instead I just write about it. HA!

I'd love to hear your "dream" stories about your MOT. Feel free to send them my way. I'm sure there's some great stuff out there!!