What Night Golf Ball should I use for my Glow Ball event?
What Night Golf Ball should I use for my Glow Ball event?
Believe it or not, there are three different types of Night Golf Balls. The more traditional Night Golf ball has a hollow core in which a light stick is inserted (after activating). A player simply bends the light stick until it "cracks" then shakes the contents vigorously to ensure distribution then inserts into a hollow core on this Night Golf Ball. The advantage of this Night Golf ball is that it is relatively inexpensive and can be used over and over again by simply removing the old plug and inserting a new plug the next time you use it. Although not a major disadvantage, players must use a club or two 'extra' for this particular Night Golf ball in order to achieve the distance they are used to during their normal rounds. In addition, the glow will last approximately 4 to 6 hours (more than enough time for most Night Golf events.A second Night Golf golf ball has the feel and similar compression to that of the one you use on the course. It receives it glow from a charger that the players would either carry in their bag (it is very small) or keep in their cart. After tee off, the player would mark the position of the ball and simply rotate the ball between their thumb and forefinger for approximately 10 seconds and then the player can hit their next shot. The advantage of this Night Golf Ball is the 'feel' of a regulation ball, good glow and of course, can be used over and over again. The only burdensome activity is charging the ball and sharing a charger in the group (for this type of ball, it is best if every two players share a charger at their Nite Golf event).A relatively new Night Golf ball blinks like a flasher when struck with a club. This Night Golf balls gives off a red flash (7.2 flashes per second) for approximately 5 to 6 minutes after being struck. The advantage of this ball is that it is easy to find, has the feel of a regulation golf ball and can be used again and again. The downside is that it is recommended that players carry two of these Night Golf balls each to keep play moving. In addition, the strobe effect in this Night Golf ball can be activated for about 40 hours of use. So eventually, their usage will expire.Regardless of the type of ball you use, Night Golf events offers a course to generate revenue at a time when it is not normally in use!Kevin Adelsberg is a writer for NightGolfProducts.com. For additional articles and an extensive resource for everything about night golf, please visit us at http://www.nightgolfproducts.com
The Pregnancy Glow and Other Myths of Motherhood
The Pregnancy Glow and Other Myths of Motherhood
It happened during the ninth month of my first pregnancy. I was going through a department store check-out lane where a teenage girl was ringing up my purchases. She looked shyly at my burgeoning belly with an expression that could only be described as reverent.With eyes full of dreams of future motherhood she asked, "Is pregnancy really as bad as everyone says?"Without the slightest guilt, I replied, "No. It's worse."The DeceptionWhen my husband and I announced the birth of our blessed expectation some months prior, along with endless congratulations, I received the good news of the many wonderful changes I could expect."You'll positively glow.""Your hair and nails will look fabulous.""You'll feel absolutely beautiful."According to family and friends, as a gestating woman, I would feel nothing short of a precious vessel, glowing with health and radiance given only to those experiencing the miracle of growing a child.About a week later, wearing the pallor of death, I was running away from the smell of my husband's lunchtime tuna fish sandwich knowing I'd never been so violently ill my entire life.The RealityAlthough it's rumored there are actually women who sail through pregnancy untouched by any ills or discomfort, I was not one of them. If I'd ever experienced a pregnancy glow, I'm certain I could only have been radioactive.I was told to expect a little morning sickness. I didn't anticipate 24/7 progesterone poisoning, body aches, or never ending fatigue. And in all the happy tales of pregnancy recounted to me, I'm certain I'd have remembered hearing if pure, unadulterated misery were mentioned as a symptom of gestation.Sitting in my obstetrician's office near the end of the first trimester, she asked how I was feeling. "Sick.""Good." She replied.Seeing my defeated look, she offered a small respite. "You'll start to feel better after week 12 or 13."I crossed the days off my calendar waiting for magical week 13. It came and went. My never ending nausea did not. I was sick, tired, and sick of being both.I'd been told how sharing a child together would make my marital relationship more intimate. I, on the other hand, hated my husband. No matter he and I had joyfully consented to make this child together, or that he worried and did the best he could to make me feel more comfortable. Somewhere in the back of my mind, as I watched him lie peacefully asleep at night while I was awake fending off nausea, all I could think was, "this is your fault."And so it went for the entire duration of nine months. I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt, if I ever survived this go-round on the pregnancy rollercoaster, there would be no more children in my future, ever. Motherhood just wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.The Grand DebutJacob Lyle arrived in early fall that year, bearing 10 perfect fingers and toes, a head full of brown hair and big blue eyes. He was bruised and battered from birth, yet, to my eyes, perfection unlike the world had ever seen before.Suddenly, my entire life made sense. At 23-years old, I wasn't yet sure what I wanted to be when I grew up, or what my future held outside of being a wife to my husband. With the arrival of Jacob, I knew exactly why I was here-to be the mother of this beautiful child. Having Jacob filled my life with a sense of awe and wonder I had never known. I was a mother, and that was enough.Altered ExpectationsWhile I had expected sleepless nights with my newborn, what I hadn't expected was how much I would enjoy them. I gladly gave up sleep to have the chance just to hold my tiny son in my arms and look at his sweet face.I expected life to change. I never expected the very foundations of my world to be rocked. It came as a total shock that the simple act of becoming a mother-wasn't simple.Previous to motherhood, tragedy in the world was sad. After the birth of my son, it was heart-wrenching. No longer could I watch a movie or read a news report depicting harm to a child without emotion. Every child became my child. What if it were Jacob who was sick? What if it were Jacob who was injured?Issues I'd previously given no thought suddenly became of substantial importance. Was there truly a difference between breastfeeding and formula feeding? Should we circumcise? If I vaccinated my child, he could have a serious adverse reaction. If I chose not to vaccinate, he could become very ill.I became an information addict and read every book on childcare I could get my hands on and spent endless hours researching my concerns and second guessing my decisions. The rest of my waking hours were spent staring at Jacob as he slept, assuring myself he was still breathing and would only continue to do so thorough my conscious willing of it. Fortunately, he survived my new mother paranoia and came out relatively unscathed-- or at least, I will assume so until I'm presented with a bill for therapy.Personal TruthsI had gone into motherhood with the words of many fostering my belief I'd have a baby, but life would eventually go back to normal again by the magical six-week check-up (at which point I'd also have lost all my baby weight). What I didn't know when I gave birth was normal was gone forever, along with any peace of mind, my figure, and any hope of a good night's sleep, but that I'd never trade a moment of my new life to have it back again.Motherhood, I've come to find, is a journey rather than a destination. And while we may endeavor to share experiences with a new mom-to-be, the truths of motherhood remain personal and hers alone to find. The only certainty is the journey is well worth traveling.I only wish I could talk to that teenager one more time.About The AuthorBarbara Eastom Bates is the author of the upcoming release, "Basic Training for Brides-to-Be," and editor-in-chief of Operation Military Spouse, http://www.operationmilitaryspouse.com.opmilspouse@yahoo.com