The Pierce Family: Disc Golf

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Disc Golf

Saturday, Eric helped me paint our bedroom (pictures to come soon). I really appreciate him helping with things around the house. I especially appreciate him helping me paint because I know he hates it. I asked him on several different occasions if he liked the color I picked and he would always reply, "I like white." White happens to be the original color on our walls but I think somewhere deep, deep, DEEP down there is a tiny part of him that likes how our house is turning out.

Because he helped me all morning, I let him decide what we should do as a family Saturday evening. He wanted to play disc golf, so we headed to Latimer Park.

I think he regretted his decision after he saw my first throw. Instead of throwing it straight (down the path), I released late and it disappeared in the bushes 20 feet behind me (where Kinsley is). After 15 minutes of searching through the thorny, spider-web infested bushes, we found it, and resumed play. However, Eric wouldn't let me play any of the holes near water hazards. In my defense, I would like to note that none of the disc golf courses I have played on in Idaho have this many tress and bushes.

Our cute little caddy.

5 comments:

Haylee said...: Those pictures of her holding the discs are so cute!; June 7, 2009 at 6:33 PM
Brittany H said...: Sounds like that disc golf is pretty fun. I'm afraid however that I would spend most of the day in the bushes hunting for them! Kinsley is looking adorable, as usual! Good for you getting the house all painted!; June 8, 2009 at 7:30 AM
Chelsi said...: You sound ambitious! I'm excited to see the pics. We need to play disc golf... I'm sure Tydon would love it. Thanks for the idea :); June 8, 2009 at 2:44 PM
Luna said...: It is good there is a trade off. Work for fun! (the fun might be relative ;-); June 8, 2009 at 3:06 PM
The Jones Crew said...: I have to agree that she is a cute little caddy. Wow, you got your bedroom painted can't wait to see it.; June 9, 2009 at 11:23 AM

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