For those of you that didn’t read The Great Outdoors post, first of all, shame on you. Where the hell have you been? And second, to catch you up, it was an in-depth analysis on my feelings towards the outdoors. This is Part 2 of those feelings. My dislike for nature stems from my childhood. Ha,… Read More The Great Outdoors Part II
Don’t worry I’m not going to break out into a Bette Midler medley. This is about the beautiful sandy beaches of St. Andrews. Now while walking on them I might have to wear jeans, a sweater, socks, a hat….you get the idea 🙂 But they sure are pretty. And I’m not thinking of or stalking pics… Read More Beaches
It’s been a long, exhausting week and all the while I got to wear this special little number. Just check out my awesome polo and golf pants. Like my sweater? Yep, I wore that the entire week. In July. Never got hot either, not once. Sorry no pics of me actually in it. Just no.… Read More The Open
I’m scared of my own shadow most of the time and did any of you read “The Great Outdoors”, I’m not exactly an outdoorsy type of girl. So I obviously don’t mean bambi hunting, but job hunting. My day consists of stalking recruitment firms in hope they will give in and meet me, so they… Read More Hunting
Before I met Scott I knew the following about golf: 1. Tiger Woods: Because I don’t live under a rock 2. Arnold Palmer: Who doesn’t love iced tea and lemonade 3. Jack Nicklaus: He was such a good Joker 😉 4. Golf carts: Obsessed because they are like grown up barbie vehicles St. A is buzzing… Read More Golf
Once upon a time an American girl thought she had grown up in the smallest place on earth, Gainesville, FL. Then she moved to St. Andrews, Scotland. Thank goodness it’s beautiful and the accents are far better than ACRs (Alachua County Residents). Sorry hometown, but it’s true! St. Andrews has been my home for a… Read More The Great Outdoors
Once returning from England I started to settle into my new routine of job hunting, the occasional evening golf session and my horrible driving lessons that usually end in a few choice words and minor tantrums. Scott says we will laugh about it some day, but all I want to do is drive into whatever… Read More Culture Shock