Never a good look, and I should know. I’ve experienced streaky, spotty orange tans in my day thanks to self-tanner, but I learned to embrace my whiteness quite some time ago. These people should too.
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Congratulations to Gerry ‘Bubba’ Watson, Jr., winner of the 2012 Masters Tournament. I admit, I didn’t know much about Bubba Watson prior to the Masters, but the more I see of him, the more I like him. The self-taught, General Lee driving, member of boy band The Golf Boys, pink driver hitting golfer is incredibly lovable.
As for the pink club? It’s to raise money for charity- Ping, his sponsor will donate $300 for the first 300 drives that he launches over 300 yards in 2012. And Watson’s average drive is 313.1 yards. Still want to make fun of that pink club?
As for Watson’s outfits, pink in those too and always sleek. At the Masters Watson wore four white ensembles to raise money for Fresh Start, a California-based organization that offers cosmetic reconstructive surgery for children with physical defects, according to his agent, Jens M. Beck.
Here’s hoping Watson is smiling and having a great time with his wife and newly adopted son Caleb…oh, and that new jacket of his. He deserves it.
Day 7: Your dream wedding.
I can’t say I’m like most girls who have dreamt of her wedding all her life. You know, they have thought about the dress and every single detail. I’d be lying if I said I have.
I certainly haven’t met the person yet. Or as my mom says “found a victim” yet. Although the only time I’ve ever wanted to believe something a psychic said was when my mom went to one and she told her there was an older man watching me (creepy) and he’s rich. She said this man would be my husband.
Yo, where he be?
Until then, I’ll be thinking of every day life. Hopefully I will have a wedding one day, and if my loved ones are there and I’m wearing a gorgeous dress (shopping for it should be a lot of fun, I like things until I get them home) it’ll be a dream wedding.
Day 6: A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.
We have a groundhog (who I named George) in the back yard and because there’s probably something wrong with me, he entertains me. I always tell my mom I’m going to bring him in the house so he can hang out. George seems to make big appearances on holidays, like last Easter when I looked out of the window, and there was George on Easter morning…
Thanks for all the laughs George (if you’re reading this on your computer).