Golfing in Des Moines

May 23, 2010 Golfing in Des Moines
On Friday night, I did the 4 hour drive to Des Moines to see my buddy, Krazy Kory, and take advantage of the accommodations provided by the swell hotel he’s currently running.
On Saturday morning, we connected with our chums, Ron and Ryan, to go for a fun filled day of golf. We spent about 8 hours on the course in the hot sun and withstanding some hurricane force gales of wind. Conditions like these can cause the fellows to get a little bit crazy as can be seen in the following video:
How Not To Drive A Golf Cart
It’s always a nice feeling when you see your buddies support your website!
My game stunk. God just didn’t build my body to play on 600 yard holes. Par three holes are much more my speed. And to top things off, my dang belt snapped during one of my attempts at hitting the ball! I think I’ve finally been convinced that’s it’s time for me to start doing the P90X diet and exercise regimen!

The nice thing is when something like this happens around your good friends, they don’t make that big of a deal about it.

But the best part of the day was getting to spend some time with the newest addition to the Madson family, young Harli.  We played a game to try to decide who she most looked like.  Some of us thought she looks just like Kelli.

Others thought she looks just like Kory.

And some even theorized she had a strong resemblance to Ron.

But after about an hour of debate, Kelli put an end to the game and insisted that we all agree that Harli looks just like Kelli.  I think we made the right choice.

To end the evening of fun, we had dinner at the Rock Bottom Brewery.  We’re all getting old, because we were back to the hotel and in bed by 11 o’clock.  We just don’t have the stamina any more to golf all day and party all night.  Maybe next time…

Two of the people we counted were our old buddies, Sean and Ann Quinlan. They get really jazzed up about this kind of music.
Unfortunately, we showed up a couple of hours too early so by the time Jonny Lang hit the stage, the boys were Jazzfested out and demanded we go home. But we did get to listen to him for a couple of songs and I’ll tell you one thing….that boy sure knows how to play his music!
Before he performed, I stalked Jonny Lang’s trailer and snapped a bunch of pictures of him walking to the stage. I noticed in this picture that he seems to be staring at me and smiling. So in case anyone of you doesn’t believe that Jonny Lang and I are close friends, you now have seen this picture which proves you wrong!!

Quote of the Week

“Experience tells you what to do; confidence allows you to do it.”
— Stan Smith, Tennis Champion

Link To Last Week’s Diary Entry

July 11, 2010 4th of July in Branson
Nice Emails of the Week
Hi Everyone! I am sending you the link to watch Rachel’s story that aired last night on the 10pm news.
Have a great day!
Shannon & Rachel Larson

Greetings from Denmark!

Hi Todd,- I’m a38 year old woman,-my name is Rikke…..I’m born with four fingers and a really weird elbow…my whole life its been a struggle for me…its my right arm…the left side is “normal”.  I really want to thank you for giving me the strength to go on…and I hope we could be friends on Facebook. all my best wises to you ,-and your family

Best wishes, Rikke

I figured it out!!! 3D Modeling is MINE!!! I own it!!! I have mastered it!!!!!!!!

Here is my space ship I worked on for about 2 hours…

I’m ready for Pixar!!!!!!! 

Then I realized… this is a ‘priceless’ contender…

Mad Doc

“You are not drunk If you can lie on the floor Without holding on.”

Quote of the Week
“Courage must come from the soul within; the man must furnish the will to win. So figure it out for yourself, my lad. You were born with all that the great have had.”
– Edgar Guest, poet

Link To Last Week's Diary Entry

May 16, 2010 First Golf Game of the Season

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Playoffs 2013

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Shark Eating Shark

Shortarmguy's Crazy Emails for December 30, 2012

Christmas Funnies 2012

Stacking Wood

Still The Light, By Cameo Smith (Mt. Wolf, PA)

Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.
their smiles were contagious,
their laughter filled the air…
they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

They were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say.
Remembering nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
“Where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
“This is Heaven.” declared a small boy. “we’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”

When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

In that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
those children all flew to the arms of their King
As they lingered in the warmth of His blessed embrace,
one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.

And as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”
When He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe

He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
“Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”
“may this country be delivered from the hands of fools”
“I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!”

Then He and the children stood up without a sound.
“Come now my children, let me show you around.”
excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

and I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
“in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”

Shortarmguy's Crazy Emails for December 16, 2012

Dear Santa, How are you? How is Mrs. Claus? I hope everyone, from the reindeer to the elves, is fine. I have been a very good boy this year. I would like an X-Box 360 with Call of Duty IV and an iPhone 4 for Christmas. I hope you remember that come Christmas Day. Merry Christmas,
Dear Timmy, Thank you for you letter. Mrs. Claus, the reindeer and the elves are all fine and thank you for asking about them. Santa is a little worried all the time you spend playing video games and texting. Santa wouldn’t want you to get fat. Since you have indeed been a good boy, I think I’ll bring you something you can go outside and play with.* Merry Christmas,* Santa Claus*** * *
Mr. Claus, Seeing that I have fulfilled the “naughty vs. Nice” contract, set by you I might add, I feel confident that you can see your way clear to granting me what I have asked for. I certainly wouldn’t want to turn this joyous season into one of litigation. Also, don’t you think that a jibe at my weight coming from an overweight man who goes out once a year is a bit trite? Respectfully, Tim Jones * *
Mr. Jones, While I have acknowledged you have met the “nice” criteria, need I remind you that your Christmas list is a request and in no way is it a guarantee of services provided. Should you wish to pursue legal action, well that is your right. Please know, however, that my attorney’s have been on retainer ever since the Burgermeister Meisterburger incident and will be more than happy to take you on in open court. Additionally, the exercise I alluded to will not only improve your health, but also improve your social skills and potentially help clear up a complexion that looks like the bottom of the Burger King fry bin most days. Very Truly Yours, S Claus * *
Now look here Fat Man, I told you what I want and I expect you to bring it. I was attempting to be polite about this but you brought my looks and my friends into this. Now you just be disrespecting me. I’m about to tweet my boys and we’re gonna be waiting for your fat ass and I’m taking my game console, my game, my phone, and whatever else I want. WHAT EVER I WANT, MAN! T-Bone * *
Listen Pizza Face, Seriously??? You think a dude that breaks into every house in the world on one night and never gets caught sweats a skinny G-banger wannabe? “He sees you when you’re sleeping; He knows when you’re awake”. Sound familiar, genius? You know what kind of resources I have at my disposal. I got your shit wired, Jack. I go all around the world and see ways to hurt people that if I described them right now, you’d throw up your Totino’s pizza roll all over the carpet of your mom’s basement. You’re not getting what you asked for, but I’m still stopping by your crib to stomp a mud hole in you’re ass and then walk it dry. Chew on that, Petunia. S Clizzy * *
Dear Santa, Bring me whatever you see fit. I’ll appreciate anything. Timmy * *
> Timmy, > > That’s what I thought you little bastard. > Santa

Not Afraid of Heights

Snow Quilts

Artist Simon Beck must really love the cold weather!
Along the frozen lakes of Savoie, France, he spends days plodding through the snow in raquettes (snowshoes), creating these sensational patterns of snow art.
Working for 5-9 hours a day, each final piece is typically the size of three soccer fields!
The geometric forms range in mathematical patterns and shapes that create stunning, sometimes 3D, designs when viewed from higher levels.
How long these magnificent geometric forms survive is completely dependent on the weather. Beck designs and redesigns the patterns as new snow falls, sometimes unable to finish a piece due to significant overnight accumulations.
The main reason for making them was because I can no longer run properly due to problems with my feet, so plodding about on level snow is the least painful way of getting exercise. Gradually, the reason has become photographing them, and I am considering buying a better camera. – Simon Beck