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 |  of a tennis player, hiker, writer |
 A bird in the bath. well, just before.  On court 1. Lookin' to own.  In Jax, enjoyin' some solid juniors tennis.  I love my new phone cam.  * Clears throat * “Um, Robin here, your friendly neighborhood MC(Mistress of Ceremonies). Welcome to my blog. In it you’ll find my rants, ramblings and random updates on everything ME... …and since I’m the typo queen and master of misspelling, these will be present in most, if not all my posts.”  A few of my better entries - all quick reads: |
| I hit the Patron hard on Wed. evening (my birthday) The next day (Thursday) dragged on like an eternity. My tennis skills for my mixed match suffered greatly! anyway, i found the following in my email box on friday! Do you have feelings of inadequacy? Do you suffer from shyness? Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive? If you answered yes to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Tequila(r). Tequila(r) is the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions. Tequila(r) can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing to do just about anything. You will notice the benefits of Tequila(r) almost immediately, and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live. Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past, and you will discover many talents you never knew you had. Stop hiding and start living, with Tequila(r). Tequila(r) may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Tequila(r). However, women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it. Side effects may include dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration, erotic lustfulness, loss of motor control, loss of clothing, loss of money, loss of virginity, delusions of grandeur, table dancing, headache, dehydration, dry mouth, and a desire to sing Karaoke and play all-night rounds of Strip Poker, Truth Or Dare, and Naked Twister. |
| Oh Crap! i have a deadline to meet and i'm no where near finished. |
| Painting a grim picture http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2087-1965623,00.html |
| Somehow, I arrived to work last Friday without my usual TGIF attitude. To further underscore my unfortunateness…I had brought my emo frame of mind in. I know, but it was an accident. One I wanted to remedy before my emo brain took over. Soooo, I enlisted the help of one of my friends, who offered me the following: I sometimes utilize "TWIS" (this week is shot) as a substitute {to TGIF}. Of course the nice thing about TWIS is that it can occur at any point during the week! It is not locked to a specific day. Feel free to use it! What? TWIS? WTF? I was looking for something funny! Not useful. My protests were waved off by the following: There is one other established variant on TWIS, TDIS, or this day is shot. You can give up on a particular day but not the whole week, depending on the circumstances. You might want to add that nuance to your blog entry. Of course, this opens up to many other possibilities, TMIS, TYIS, TLIS etc. etc.. I sat there, staring at the computer screen. Who could argue with such logic? Once I dissected the implications, I decided I’d embrace the concept of TWIS with open arms. After all, TWIS give you access to liberties, which might otherwise be denied. Once the day, the week, the month, the year has been deemed ‘shot’ you can relax, sit back, prop your feet up on your desk, bag work and even swig a shooter. Why bother with responsibility? Your boss wants his monthly reports turned in two days earlier than usual…TWIS. Shrug your shoulders. Who cares? TWIS! Yup! I like it. I posted this every same entry in myspace blog and recieved the following comment: Hmmm. Ok, like you, I decided to think about this and give it a fair shot. And while I can see the usefulness in TDIS, -because hey, a day is 24 hours, usually 12 or so of them waking hours and an event can surely kill any hope of salvaging it- but, a whole week? I decided to try and think about any time I'd felt that way and recalled that a few events had seemed to shoot the week in the butt, like a death, serious personal/emotional upheaval, pneumonia..... OK, I'll go with that, too. But a month? Holy crap! I think I'd rather nail my hand to the floor than live out the remainder of a month I'd tagged as TMIS early on. Instead, I think for me, it would be more useful modified, as in: TRIS-This Relationship Is Shot TCIS- This Career Is Shot THIS- This Holiday Is Shot TFSIS- This Former Spouse Is Shot (oh wait, heh heh, just daydreaming... >:) Yeah, you're right, Robin, it is a handy tool, can be adapted to fit many situations, brings a smile to the face. Of course, the Type-A in me wants to 'fix it' occasionally, and dredge an apparently 'shot' day up out of the murky depths, which I suppose, isn't against the rules, since we are making them up as we go along... Thank you! For introducing us to TDIS et al. |
| I’m hitting w/ Adam during my lunch break Then, afterwards, Healy Point Adam is bringing me lunch. We have some tennis stuff to discuss Traci and I hit last night. No points played, just hitting the ball. We are much better than we were during the summer. I concentrated on moving my feet – and, picking up the ball from her point of contact. Trying to judge where I think the ball might land…what type of bounce it has. She said she appealed her 3.0 rating and will play 2.5 for one more season. I hope we do better next time around. I won my match the other night! Yay me. Plus, I won all of my service games! Double Yay. Yes, my serve was solid, but, my partner was on at the net – helping me to win those games. We got our revenge back. I emailed Reeves about hitting w/ Laney and he made a joke about me being afraid of the next match! Yeah, right. I am getting better at returning his serves though. The poetry contest is going okay. I wrote down a rough draft, but think I may use a different approach. I do like my subject matter though. Plus, I got an email from last year’s winner saying the first round isn’t that tough. Whew. I really want to make it past the first round. Not setting my sights on winning, although, its still on the radar. |
| Click on the link for some pics of us during the holiday season! http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog&Mytoken=B8FBA9F9-F66F-4152-B6D... |
| Chuck Palahnuik. I forgot him. Well, not him. But his books. I have two. One borrowed from Blake, and the other purchased by Blake. I listened to a prodcast of Chuck reading his Fight Club. I fell in love. What a style. Now, I’m reading Diary and another whose title escapes me. Tales by Chuck stranger than fiction… I’ve noticed, his style suits readings. Like the prodcast. Its as though the narrator is talking to you. Like you guys are at a coffee shop – not starbucks, but a local shop, drinking a dark house blend – black no sugar please. And he – or she – whomever the narrator is – sits across from you, sipping on his espresso, fidgeting. His fingers keep reaching into the front shirt pocket of his brooks brothers shirt. He longs for the day when smoking was allowed inside restaurants and libraries. Telling you his story, you loose track of time and can’t even recall the music being played over the PA system. Interesting, weird, dark, must soak it up stuff. That’s what Chuck Palahnuik is to me. How could i forget to snag one of those books from my bedside table this morning? |
| I’ve spent the entire day trying to update our website with all our programs’ new winter schedules. They – the great IT powers that be – who design our site, have upgraded and made some really fantastic changes. However, I’m not familiar with them. And, with anything IT, if you don’t twist your tongue the right way, say a prayer to the tech gods, and snap your fingers three times really fast, the computer isn’t capable of executing your requests. Needless to say, I am hittin’ the Patron when I get home!!! Or, maybe the Pyrat rum. Oh, I entered the WDC Poetry RAW contest! Starts next week. Should be fun! |
| I got pelted with the ball twice last night. Once in the neck while standing at the net. I wasn't even holding my racquet up like I should have been. Sheesh! Everyone gathered round when when my face contorted in extreme pain like fashion.. "Where exactly did you get it?" Reeves, the ball slammer asks. I point to the front middle of my neck. Pain has momentarily robbed me of my voice. "You mean in the Adam's apple?" he asks, needing clarification. My partner steps in and says, "Yeah, only SHE doesn't have an Adam's apple." I can't help but laugh. "Well, I did before the sex change operation," I say. Humor helping to ease my discomfort. We change sides of the court. Determined not to wimp out, I return the serve and fall back into the game, ignoring my throbbing neck. Then, it's my partner's turn to return the serve and I hear him say, "I'm slammin' this one right into Reeves". He makes contact with the ball as he says 'Reeves'. What a passing shot! Just missed Reeves. I shouted across the net, "See what happens when you pelt me? Bring it on!" We lost both sets. 2;5. At least we made them sweat the second one. It was great fun. Well, except for the pain part. |
| I feel like such an idiot. Yesterday, Sarah came rushing into my office breathless, “Where’s the checks?” she asks. “Checks?” “Yeah. The ones for the teachers. Not the instructors.” “Oh crap!” I have a memory of my boss handing me these checks on December 23rd – my last day of work before my vacation. WTF did I do with them? My mind races and I give the office a quick scan. Nothing. Oh great. Missing money – on MY watch! Anxiety grips my heart. “Give me a minute,” I tell her. “I can’t remember where I put them.” She leaves with the promise we both will check back through cell phone ten minutes from now. I frantically search the usual places. Still empty-handed, I attack the unusual places. Thumbing through files, slamming desk drawers. Zero. The anxiety has not just multiplied, but spread. My hands, my lungs, my brain, all feel the effects. How am I going to tell my boss I misplaced payroll checks? At this moment, I hate myself. The phone keeps ringing too. Like I need these interruptions. Sheesh, can’t people just leave me alone? Don’t they sense I’m going through a crisis? AAAHHH! Finally, I bite the bullet and call my boss. Maybe he moved them while I was away in West Virginia – living it up with my twin sister – oblivious to any missing salaries. Surprisingly, thankfully, he is calm. He will print new ones if need be. He doesn’t want to do this, he says, but he will. I call Felicia, tell her what I’m looking for. “No. I haven’t seen them. But there are some checks on the shelf where you put the instructors checks.” I look, still holing the phone to my ear. “No. I don’t see them.” She insists they are there. I look again. And sure enough, there they are! OMG! How on earth did I miss them the first two times I looked? Then, it dawns on me, I was looking for envelopes(which is usually how payroll makes it to my office) these were sheets of checks, not even folded. “Thank God,” I say into the receiver. I call Sarah to let her know – what an idiot I am! |
| I’m playing a mixed match tonight. With my reg partner. We won the last time we played. I took a long lunch, I think I may have posted this. I love playing in the day. No glare of the lights. I know, the sun glares too; but, there is only ONE sun. Not lots of little suns, perched on top of poles placed on either side of the courts. I like court ten at night. Sooo, since I am the facility coordinator – I always play on court ten when we hit at my tennis center. Authority has it’s privileges. I’m worried though, I haven’t picked up a racquet in two weeks. I told my coach, I only wanted a thirty minute lesson, instead of the usual sixty – to get back into the physical activity groove. (I did walk while I was in WV. It’s just not as demanding though). Oh, so, I know I’m so jumping around here, but we went to a snow park in Pennsylvania while I was up there. We had the best time. It was one of those places where they manufacture snow. Being from the south, I wouldn’t be able to distinguish between the real and the fake stuff. It’s been a lifetime since I’ve played in real snow. I was a teenager, still into making those snow angels. Oh, no. wait. It has snowed a few times here. Laney was about nine. We had two or three inches. Does that count? For us, the world stopped, turned white and shrunk to the activities of our front yard. Laney lost her glasses in it. Wrote a story about it for school. I miss the snow. |
| Ugh I hate going to the eye doctor, getting those nasty drops, having crap shoved into your eye. “Don’t move.” “Look forward.” Where the hell am I gonna look with some piece of equipment stuck millimeters from my eyeball? And then, the blurry vision accompanied with a bold headache so encompassing my being. Making it difficult to carry out my work responsibilities. “You mean you didn’t take the day?” the nurse asked, her voice filled with disbelief. Any intelligent human being would have certainly taken the day off after two healthy drops of dilating fluid in each eye. The stupid part came later, when I unintentionally refused to take Tylenol to ease the building discomfort. I kept telling myself I would take it, repeatedly let work get in the way. You know, the thing I should have taken off from. Now, at ten-thirty, two Advil and two glasses of wine later, I am just beginning to feel relief. |
The entire state of Georgia must have heard Laney squeal with delight when she pulled the keys to her car out of her stocking!   Now, her parents are broke! |
| Two of the regs are here, hitting on court one. Neither likes to pay court fees. Since griping about the fees is easier than presenting an argument before city council, I am reminded of this unfair practice – to charge players for court usage, whenever they come to play tennis. One, in particular is very vocal. He thrives on dispute. Splitting hairs revs him up. We’ll call him Bob. Bob is a pretty solid tennis player who loves talking trash on the court. When I’m not the object of his venting, its amusing to witness; his banter with his opponents. Bob hates paying court fees. I pull his teeth every time he walks into the building. Today, he was late, his opponent already on court one tossing a few serves. “Roooobiiiin.” He drags my name out like it was a song.. “How ya doing?” More singing. Maybe he’s just downed a cool one. Or better yet, hit the eggnog. His buddy has made his way back into the building. They chat it up a bit and then to me, Bob says, “Robin!” (dramatic pause) “Have you lost weight?” A woman’s four favorite words. Beating out, contrary to popular belief, "Will you marry me?" Hands down. Not even close. Have you lost weight opens doors, melts anger, soothes frustration. “I think I’ve just toned up, ya know, from playing so much tennis.” A tactical move on my part, I want confirmation. “You’re looking goooood.” He looks up from tying his tennis shoe. I wave him off. I’m getting a whiff of a scam here. “No seriously.” He enlists the help of his buddy. “Doesn’t she?” Well, of course, his buddy’s gonna comply. Like he’d actually say, ‘well, ya know Bob, now that I look at her, she really doesn’t look like she’s lost weight and furthermore, I think she’s gained a few pounds. They stand there discussing my looks for a minute. Maybe they have forgotten I’m standing there. And there’s that whiff, only it’s stronger. Bob’s trying to wiggle his way out of court fees through niceness! I haven’t yet moved away from the register so he keeps his buddy talking. “Robin looks better than her daughters.” Yeah. Right. whatever. I look outside. It must be snowing. "I'm serious." Yeah, I'm serious too. Somebody doesn’t want to pay his court fees. |
| Okay, so I know I’m braggin’ I played a mixed match during lunch. Started out slow, missed easy shots, but found my game and played decent afterwards. (my partner played his game the whole time.) Well, we won! 6-4; 6-2. I had a great time. And, afterwards, I headed over to the company x-mas party. (I work for the city – parks and rec ) They present five awards for various accomplishments and I won the Excellence in Achievement Award. Plus, our department head got Depart. Head of the year! So, P&R got 2 out of the five. |
| Circulating around the net.... After a 2 year study, the National Science Foundation announced the following results on America's ball-related recreational preferences: 1. The sport of choice for unemployed or incarcerated people is basketball. 2. The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is bowling. 3. The sport of choice for blue-collar workers is football. 4. The sport of choice for supervisors is baseball. 5. The sport of choice for middle management is tennis. 6. The sport of choice for corporate officers is golf. Conclusion: The higher you rise in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become. ****NOTE:**** A friend of mine, who plays both golf and tennis says this study fails to mention the balls may be small - but they are hard! |
| Did anyone see the story where the guy came into a connivance store in Cali and tried to rob it? He pulled a knife on the manager while asking him to open the drawer. Unbeknownst tot the woruld-be robber, the manager studied martial arts. Had a black belt or something just as impressive (I can’t remember) With karate like kicks, he chased the guy out of the store, into the parking lot where he hit a few more times. While the thief was leaving, the manager suddenly remember his cell phone had a camera. He whipped it out and took a pic of the guy’s license plate number. Giving it to police. I guess, crooks will now be saying, "Give me your money, your cell phone, or your life." |
| Check it out! http://www.denverbroncos.com/page.php?id=334&storyID=5072 He went to Mercer University. Located just behind my tennis courts. (within walking distance). He also worked part time for the other tennis center, (John Drew Smith Tennis Center) – so I knew him – know him. He was a basketball player- not a football player. I watched him catch his first pass for the Denver Broncos and then score a touchdown!. I think that’s awesome! |
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