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In this morning's Blondie, Dagwood waking up in bed says "I had a dream that I was climbing up a giant chocolate sundae, with cherries the size of basketballs, and that wasn't even the weird part"....

A ' Best Of' ' letter...

Sarah traveled a lot before she settled in Hawaii…nine years ago while looking for a job in Denver she received this email from me…Having a burning need to blog today I found it in my word file under Pete’s letters and thought I'd share...

March 25, 1998

Dear Sassy D.

After talking to you this morning I had to find time to write an inspirational letter, for you and me. While in the middle of designing some of my best stuff I heard the e-mail calling me to get started.
You don’t have to look very far to realize there’s a frenzy out there to find the secret to the perfect life, much like my search for the perfect golf swing. (Still looking). Most golfers assume there’s some hidden secret that can be discovered in a club or putter design, a golf guru, golf books and magazines. But like most things in life, the true secret to playing well lies in dedication and commitment.
Life is so very much like golf that every day is a new course with twists and turns, ups and downs. You hit one of those downs today that you can learn from and prepare for the future. You learned a new rule today, but you luckily have an unshakable foundation that comes from inside you, probably not inherited.
Not to sound corny or preachy, but every night I say prayers for each of my daughters, it’s pretty simple…. 5 Glory Be’s for each of you. When Debby was in Europe and Israel, you were in Michigan and briefly in Denver a month or so ago, I did the same thing, and it works. Tonight I may say a couple of dozen extras for ya!
It’s like warming up before playing golf. The same is true in our walk in life. We need to spend time each day warming up before we head out to face our various responsibilities as employees and friends, and fathers and mothers. It’s kind of a spiritual warm-up for a fulfilling life. (OK! So now you know that I’m a closet prayer guy).
But I do love to compare golf to life; you landed in a bunker today!
Continue to be strong and courageous, abounding in hope, persevering and confident. You are all those!! And more amazing things that I discover almost each time we talk; it’s in your heart and soul. Only you have it.

By the time this letter reaches you, you’ll probably have ten new jobs. I’m not worried and neither are you I’m sure. We know there will be adversity in our lives. We can count on it just about every day. And some days it will be more troubling than others. Focus on the target, not the adversity. Then when you miss a shot, you won’t think of what you did wrong. Come up to the next shot thinking of what you must do right. (You’re probably saying right now, God he’s good tonight. How does he come up with all these golf metaphors) I don’t have a clue. I just know I missed a lotta shots in my life. Golf is the only sport where there are more teachers than players.
And maybe the strongest ingredient in the makeup of a champion is patience. We both gotta get some.
Hope you don’t feel I stepped ‘out of bounds’ .
Love and 22 kisses
Happy Twenty Second Birthday Baby Sarah.
Pete

Clean language you say out loud while driving behind weird drivers

These have to be shouted OUT LOUD

BEEN DRIVING LONG ? IDIOT!!
COULD YOU DRIVE ANY SLOWER DIMWIT!!
DID YOU GET YOUR LICENSE AT DISNEYLAND BRAINLESS!!
LEARN TO MERGE, MERGE, MERGE STUPID!!
(at a stop light when the light turns green and the moron in front of you just stays there:
THE LIGHT AIN'T GONNA GET ANY GREENER MORON!!


I could use (clean and boggable) new ones...comment away please...

I e-mailed Gina today on how I enjoyed her morning blog...
I mentioned I was having a difficult time finding topics to blog and she suggested I blog my response to her:

I’m waiting to write the perfect blog and it ain’t gonna happen soon, if ever…
I’m not political, religious or vegetarian,
I love meat and steak and fries and shrimp and lobster...
I don’t often eat at the fancy places like Julie and Alli go to, and I don’t care,
No one else seems to have grandchildren,
Hardly any one even has kids,
No one is as old as me,
I don’t know names of the latest bands and singers, and don’t give a hoot…I do like Hooty and the B F…
I don’t watch American Idol, (often)
I don’t travel much anymore...
Not many people seem to read books or even seem to read much...
No one seems to be interested in golf…the Golf Channel is all I need…
One of Julie’s blog buddies likes hockey, Brent,
When I read other comments or blogs from friends of Alli and Julie I usually have no idea what they’re talking about,
Most of them are really smart; they know stuff I usually don’t much care about…
I don’t go to Saddleback church, often,
I love to laugh at people…a very bad habit that seems to be genetic in my family; they got t from me...(sadly)
I like funny stuff & jokes,
Most bloggers need to get a sense of humor…

Hey, I could do a blog on what I just wrote…Nah!
It’s much easier for me to e-mail…

You know when you're getting older...

When one day you wake up and discover the things you always wanted were the things you always had...

TRIED TO TITLE THIS...

After years of e-mailing each other Julie and I always attempted to alliterate, again and again, almost always...
I don't really recall when we adopted an alliterative affliction; after a-while we were able to adjust accordingly...
Adios all

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I finally learned how to post pictures...