Joo Lie

July is summer.  Time for some fun in the sun with some dark folks and white folks and some in between.

Sometimes multiple birthdays falls together in this week.
So we celebrate it together as 1 big dysfunctionally normal and, most times, happy family.


What can you do when you live in a shoe.  Well this is the one week that we get to stay in a house with room to spread out.
It's awesome, and I'm always so grateful for the opportunity to go.  Even if I wasn't able to go. I'm thankful I got to go at least 1x for the experience.




Birthday cards like these are always better than Hallmark's.  Cuz they can't be bought.  No Autocorrect.  No political correctness.  No manufactured jokes or kitties that are soaking wet and pissed off, with some reference to your age and that you are now over the hill.

Just a crayon written message from a kid who needs to improve his spelling, but is happy enough to add life to a blank sheet of paper.




 There is only so many more years that these cards will be produced.  Or maybe he'll continue to do them but have better grammar and spelling.

Only time will tell.

I was on fire this week.  Almost untouchable.  I even fixed Ray's unfixable swing.  Before I used to have to carry my own clubs down the middle of the fairway, while Ray played on either side of the fairway.

This week Bob's swing was on vacation too.  Poor bro was suffering the shanks and yips.  No monkeys or squirrels in the trees or frogs in the waters around the course to send his ball back into the fairway.  Only gator eating balls.


If it wasn't for this last freakin hole.  I blame my caddie.  I would have had the low score for this day at Harbor Town.
And possibly low score the next day at Shipyard.  Cuz my swing with my 15year old set of Mizuno irons was proving that playing 1x per year is okay.  If you have a good swing.  But no matter what, nothing can overcome abdominal pains and still play well.  I managed for 9 holes.  Then it was down hill.
Either a bug or bad food + lots of wine did me in on the last day when I couldn't wait for the round to finish.

I was starting to feel the stomach pains and I managed to hit this green and glad I didn't have to take a drop.  Cuz that gator was pretty close and was munching on a turtle for lunch.


Happy birthday to me.
The kids were just waiting for the cake and didn't care that I was on the road to recovery from either heat stroke or something.
Gimme cake said the girl to my right that looked like a clown.

Happy Birthday to my bro. The sign the kids made was amazing. I have it.
Thanks to the entire family for the fun week.  That ended with some people having a uber-gurgling tummy in the toilet asking God for forgiveness.

It's back to the grind of unfinished reno's.

Photos: Hilton Head 2014