Hello Ball

I haven't been writing as my efforts have been dedicated to seeking employment here in Atlanta. It's a full time job often performed from early morning to mid-afternoon. It's a bigger market than Santa Barbara and potential employers have been candid in relaying that they receive upwards of 200 applicants for open positions.
I found a really useful online service that has helped me in my search: Hound.com. They scan company Careers pages directly rather than provide a third party posting service like Monster.com. It's been an easy way to familiarize myself with companies that are located in Atlanta or the Atlanta area.
I have a 2nd interview this week with a company in Buckhead that provides data management services. It may sound dry but it's a Product Management specific role and the company is currently quite small. I think I could have an impact there. More on that as it develops.

A couple Saturdays ago Kim got Rob and I onto the green at White Oak, a Canongate Golf course. The weather was perfect and Kim dressed me up in proper attire. I've relapsed into jeans and t-shirts every day again.













My sister is impressive. She can hit the #$% out of the ball and has a very pretty swing that I aspire to have one day. Plus she looks adorable in an argile sweater vest.
I saw photos of my swing. It is U-G-L-Y. I did however make contact with the ball 90% of the time which Kim tells me is a good sign. I only lost one of my custom balls in the water (5th hole?). Mort gave each of us a box of personalized golf balls for Christmas...













Yes, it says HOMBRE because that's my nickname. Yes, it means Man in Spanish. I assure you, I am a girl. It was given to me years ago and it just stuck.
I caught air on the last of our 9 holes and intend to schedule the lesson with a pro that Rob gave me for my birthday. I can see how this game can be addictive. Thanks for my inaugural game Kim!










Oh - and the latest on my parents who I found out unexpectedly were in Mexico for weeks...













They are alive and my dad even learned to scuba. Not bad for a ~ahem~ 39 year old.