SCOTTSDALE GOLF

Well, now that Phoenix has officially hit 110 (yes, today is May 19th, and Global Warming is in Full swing...Thanks Al Gore) a man's heart turns to things like Golf. Yes, it is a masculine right of passage to grab your club and head to the links. It is the one place where the most mild mannered person can completely loose control of his emotions and where his base reactions are seen in living color. The male Jensen members are no different and follow the same melodic tones that sweetly lead us to the links. Common sense no longer matters. It is the male bonding process that drives us on.

Well, attached are some pics from one of those events of which I have spoken. Living here in Phoenix we are not GQ golfers. We are real men who sweat, spit, and mumble things under our breath. One day when Ian was in town, we decided to infiltrate that wimpy golf zone knows as Scottsdale. We knew something was slightly weird when some golf boys met us at our car as we drove in and wanted to carry our clubs to the golf cart. I think it was Matt who thought they were trying to steal our clubs and just about wrapped a putter around their head.

Well, on to the clubhouse to check in...but some nice older gentleman informed us that he would be our personal golfer and then proceeded to tell us about each hole and how to hit. Holy Crap, who are these people? Finally we were ready to play....but wait, there seems to be this little rule in Scottsdale that you have to wear a collared shirt on the course. I'm like, Whatever...boys, go find a cheap manly looking golf shirt in the clubhouse. They all came out 10 minutes later..."Dad. the shirts are $80 each, and they are girls shirts". By now, I was slightly working myself into a little frenzy and sent them back in to purchase the shirts! Well, out come my sons in pink and lime green golf shirts and look like they belong on the LPGA Tour. Oh, and the fact that the shirts cost far more than the Green Fees to golf didn't help my disposition.

Needless to say, we don't golf Scottsdale ANYMORE.

As a sidelight....there is a pic of Riley golfing in a none glowing shirt. His Mission President had given me permission to take Riley and his companion to Lunch. Well, I happened to show up on P-Day. Riley convinced me that they were allowed to golf on P-Day. So, off we went to play golf on P-Day in Illinois. It was a beautiful fall day. Hopefully Riley's mission president wont see this blog.

Perhaps I'll have to go back and start skiing again....they don't care what you wear, and it is CHEAPER!

OUR YUMA EXPERIENCE

I've had a couple of people ask about our Yuma experience and everything that town was to/for us. Though our blog isn't the place to go into the overall reasons and purposes that we ended up being there for 3 years, it was certainly perhaps one of the most interesting "Seasons" in our family's life. For anyone who knows us well, they probably understand much of our feelings during this time. For those who looked at us from outside, it is perhaps a most baffeling time period and reason why we went. All things in life happen for a reason....and thus it was with Yuma. We learned things we might never have learned in any other way. We met people we might never have known except for this experience. Our kids officially thought their parents had lost their minds....but one day even they may come to know why things happened they way they did.

After 3 years we finally brought the Yuma chapter of our lives to an end. As quickly as we moved in, our house was sold and we were on our way to the next great adventure. Though we never look back once a new road opens up, We've attached our marketing phamplet which helped us sell our home. For those who visited or lived there, these may be your only memories. We made some dear friends who we will never forget (thanks Sorensons & Castillo's!). They are people that we could never forget and will count them as some of life's richest blessings. Enough looking backward. Rock still visits Yuma on a regular basis to review his business, or it also makes a nice stop on the way to San Diego.