A girlfriend of mine sent this to me this morning! Enjoy!
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Hey, what's so funny Tiger?
Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house, Tiger Woods came a flyin’, chased by his spouse.
She wielded a nine iron and wasn’t too merry, Cause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.
From An Anonymous “Woman On The Fence”
Have you ever wondered what goes on behind other peoples’ closed doors? Certainly, we all speculate on the nature of someone else’s marriage or relationship. It’s human nature to look at others and try to get a sense of what their world is like. We’re all guilty of it to some degree from time to time. For the most part we wonder whether or not they’re suitable and/or compatible partners, whether they share a mutual love, whether it’s the real deal or whether or not they entered into the union with an agenda. Regardless, I often wonder about something else entirely. Finances. Yes, the verbal or not so verbal financial arrangement between husbands and wives vis a vis their daily lives.
Now, for the everyday middle class working couple who shares a joint account & equally pays for a variety of expenses, I suppose the currency contract is less of an issue, but even there I’m not so sure. Marriage of course, like anything else, breaks down into areas or sections. And I have often been curious about the economic exchange that takes place between couples for both working and non working women.
It’s everywhere. It’s all over the news. It was on Larry King last night. And I’m on the bandwagon with the rest of the world. I’m fascinated. I can’t turn away.
My love for Tiger Woods started many years ago. I’ve been a golfer for 15 years. Yes, it’s pathetic that after all these years, I can’t call myself a great golfer. But I switched to become a right handed golfer five years ago, and that was the onset of my demise. I love Tiger for his discipline, for his control, for his focus. He’s incredible to watch. He’s intense, regimented, competitive. To watch Tiger Woods play golf live is a true thrill. My husband and I flew to England to see the Ryder Cup a few years ago. He oozes appeal, he’s like a magnet. Seriously.
So here he is… PERFECT in every way. He– the ultimate athlete. Best golfer in the world, and probably the best that ever lived. Gazillionaire. His wife– gorgeous, sweet, soft spoken, quietly standing by her man at every tournament. Two beautiful kids. Completely out of the tabloids and limelight. Never seen at clubs. Never seen drunk. ALWAYS in control. Always private but courteous (except when he’s throwing himself or a club on the golf course, but hey, he’s the most competitive athlete in the world)! An image that’s as squeaky clean as Mr. Clean himself.
