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“The Help”

“The Help” is a great read.

Know how I could tell my younger son was away on his week-long disc golf vacation? I finished reading a book, “The Help,” in my comfy, living-room chair without having to dodge discs or balls being thrown at me. Or without him asking me to let him drive (he recently got his permit) or take him somewhere.

Yes, I’ve appreciated the quiet. But, oh, how I’ve missed that boy while he’s traveled to and from an amateur disc golf tournament in North Carolina with his pals T.J. and Papa Patrick and his 17-month-old daughter Tristin Lee. I call it the “Two and Three-Quarters Men and a Baby” tour.  Along the way to Charlotte, they played disc golf courses in Alabama and Georgia. Now that the two-day Charlotte Amateur Championship is over, they should be back in the Houston area tomorrow.

I can’t wait to see my #2 son and return to my chauffeuring and driver’s ed duties! As well as trying to catch discs and balls in the living room.

As for “The Help,” it was such a page-turner! Usually, I only read books while I eat lunch. But with this novel, I just had to sit down and devour the last third in one big gulp. The best-seller is about Jackson, Mississippi, in the early 1960s when many white families hired black domestics to raise their kids and clean their houses. It’s told from the point of view of three strong women: Two maids, Aibileen Clark and Minny Jackson, and Eugenia “Skeeter” Phelan, a white woman who takes an interest in their plight and tries to write a book about the lives of a dozen Jackson domestics.

Sidebar: Even though I grew up in the 1960s, I lived in Chicago and didn’t experience anything like what was in “The Help.” But the Mister, who was raised in Fort Worth, has told me stories about segregation in Texas; he well remembers the separate public bathrooms and drinking fountains of that time.

“The Help” is so well-written by Kathryn Stockett that I found myself worried about what might happen to Aibileen, Minny, and Skeeter, and I cried at the ending. Now I can’t wait to see the movie, which comes out on August 12.

What a nice early birthday present for me!

Disc Golf Is Really About the Baby

My #2 son tees off.

My readers who like seeing photos of disc golf will believe that this blog post is all about that particular sport.

Neal putts.

And it’s true that when I brought my Nikon D700 and Nikon 105mm macro/ action lens to our weekly handicap mini tournament (run so capably by our good pal Eric), I fully intended to make disc golf the focus (excuse the cheap photo pun) of my photography. Well, that and any flowers I could find.

Sam I Am putts.

At first I was true to my intentions. I walked with my #2 son and then with the Mister, who were on different cards.

Dave tees off.

After that, I tried to concentrate on certain holes to make sure that I took photos of everyone playing.

Jessica tries to fly in a putt.

The action shots were fun to capture.

Glen and my #2 son enjoy chatting during the round.

As were the in-between moments where best buds can shoot the breeze.

But then a major distraction caught my eye, rendering me nearly helpless.

Papa Patrick putts.

It all started when I saw Papa Patrick pushing a stroller. And I knew what that meant . . . .

“Are you looking at me?”

Baby Tristin Lee was in the house! Or, rather, on the disc golf course!!

“Now I'm looking at YOU!”

Our favorite disc golf baby was hanging with dad and the players. Isn’t she just the cutest little girl? For me, it was a case of “what disc golf?” as I snapped away at my favorite baby model.

That handicap mini disc golf tournament? It was really about the baby!

Oh, Baby! Random Super Bowl Snippets & Apertures

Super Bowl XLIV

Oh, baby, that was an enjoyable Super Bowl XLIV game last night! And I’m not just saying that because the team I was rooting for, the New Orleans Saints, won. I’m a fan of well-played, exciting football games, which the 31-17 Saints’ victory over the Indianapolis Colts was. And any team gutsy enough to start the second half with an onside kick deserves to win!

The Colts defense makes a Jeremy Shockey sandwich.

Our family’s Super Bowl experience was divided into two parts. We pulled on our social pants and spent the first half at a party at our disc golf friends Jessica and Eric’s house. Good food and good gambling via pool squares (we managed to squander only a buck). We left at halftime, because their cats’ dander set off my asthma’s wheeze-maker, and I could hardly breathe.

The Saints’ Lance Moore breaks the goal-line plane with a two-point conversion pass.

Once back home, I settled into my favorite chair, armed with my Nikon D700 and 50mm lens. With the boys playing a card game at my feet and the Mister on the couch, what better place could I find to document the game off our HDTV? Much less crowded than being on the sidelines, drooling over those 600mm lenses!

Terry Porter runs a game-changing interception towards the end zone to score for the Saints.

Of course, as wonderful as the football game turned out to be, everyone knows that it’s the Super Bowl ads that usually have fans talking the next day. I wasn’t impressed with too many of them. I could’ve done without all the sexism (GoDaddy.com and Motorola), telling guys to man up (Dodge, Flo TV), and lots of undies (Career Builder, Dockers).

Cute in-house plug

But I did like CBS’ shameless plug for “How I Met Your Mother,” featuring Lothario Barney. As well as Google’s Parisian Love, Hyundai’s Brett Favre still playing in 2020, and Bud Light’s takeoff on “Lost.”

Toys come alive for the Kia Sorento

I guess I’m just a kid at heart—I really laughed at the toys coming alive in Kia’s joy ride ad.

Gotta love a sock puppet!

Especially the sock puppet!

President Chicken gets bad news.

Denny’s squawking chickens (they’ll need to lay more eggs due to free Grand Slam breakfasts) were cute.

Love that E-Trade baby!

I’m always a sucker for babies. Whether they’re in ads . . . .

MVP Drew Brees holds his baby boy Baylen after the game.

Or being carried by their proud MVP dads . . . .

Tristin Lee isn't into the Super Bowl.

Or resting on their dad at a Super Bowl party . . . .

The #1 son

Or who are remembered fondly when they were a baby . . . .

The #2 son

Or who always will be my baby.

Was there an ad for a memory booster? I’ve totally lost my train of thought!

Ice Bowl Photographic Leftovers

Pine needles

How much blogging mileage can I get out of one event? Apparently, quite a bit when it comes to the Houston Ice Bowl!

Pine needles first . . . and then a pine cone!

I’ve already blogged about that disc golf happening here and here. But when I use my Nikon 105mm macro lens, I usually have plenty of miscellaneous photos left over. So I thought I’d showcase them today.

Bare trees can be disc stoppers.

As you can see, I don’t always just focus on the disc golf action.

Berries on a tree

There’s plenty of nature also to document. Both on the trees . . .

Small, yellow flowers add color to the ground.

. . . and in the ground.

One of the few leaves hangs on a tree.

Some of the trees have only a few leaves clinging to them.

Is this a pine cone baby?

At Moffitt Park, the Ice Bowl’s location, there are lots of pine trees, which make for interesting up close and personal photography.

Tree lips?

Even the tree trunks are fascinating!

Glen and his pal Greysen—both have such cute heads!

But for all those natural surroundings, it’s still people who make the most-compelling photo subjects.

Tristin Lee catches 40-plus winks.

And, most especially, beautiful babies like Tristin Lee, the progeny of our disc golfing friends Tiffany and Patrick. If you look closely at the photo, you can see that their daughter will be up and playing disc golf in no time.

Tristin cuddles a mini disc.

She already sleeps with a mini disc!