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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: |
| Summer camp starts today - public schools got out last Thursday. (Laney goes to a private school) so my hours are 8:30 - 5:00 for the next ten weeks. I'm updating Carl's compie for my friend Sarah so she can run her tournament this Saturday. I'm still feeling pretty bad. My creativity has paired up w/ my patience - which is lost. Today it's iammeanRobin. Break out the cookies. I need some sugar. |
| so i'm here again. six thirty. adam's team is playing. i watched a few points of his match but he lost those, so i came back inside. i am way too tired, lost my patience and don't even care about my SFA. i just can't wait untill two thirty. i want to go swimming. i hope the pool is ready when i get home. maybe, later, i'll add some more to this, as it sucks right now. YAY adam won in the third set matchtiebreak 10 -8! The 4.5Men are out here now. |
| So, I got here at six thirty this morning. I get the coffee going, my sleepy brain in desperate need of caffeine. Felicia has pneumonia (sp?) and I’m covering for her. The parking lot already has a few vehicles; filled with tennis players who have seven AM matches. Yesterday, was messy. Delays were posted hourly, players kept leaving and coming back to be told to leave again. At six o’clock they finally called matches for the day. Leaving me time to go to the player party after all. (I did not have time to go home and change, I went in my work athletic clothes. Knowing I had such an early day made a short night for me, but also intensified my need to relax. Darrell bought me a drink and Lucia asked me to help out with a few things. At first, I was PO’ed not wanting to volunteer after working so long, but I couldn’t say no. So, I was the ‘cake girl’ First, pictures of the cake had to be taken. (Even though I’m a girl, I don’t get this, but oh well.) While this was going on – the picture taking – lots of players wanted their dessert. It was my job to tell them ‘NO!” Give them a pop on the hand if they reached out to touch. Of course, Robin had fun doing this. Lucia made jokes that points would be taken away from the next day’s matches if anyone was caught fingering the cake. I found out later, my good friend Carol had done this. Still nursing on my wine, I finally finished my volunteer chores and could concentrate on relaxing. It was great. I kept moving from table to table chatting with everyone. I had wanted to hit the dance floor, but athletic attire includes tennis shoes and I wasn’t about to make a fool of myself. Jaime said go anyway. But I never did. I spent the night w/ Autumn. I slept in the spare room and Kovu was with me! His little kitty head using my left arm as a pillow. I missed him. He hurt his pad on his front paw and was limping. I carried him up the stairs and placed him on my bed. So now, its like eleven o’clock and I’m still chatting with players. Because I helped serve the cake, lots of them told me what a nice tournament ‘y’all’ have put on. I had to tell them it wasn’t me. But they still said yes it was. I guess it pays to be the cake girl. |
| I worked on my left handed back hand and my volleys today during my lesson. I just can't seem to lift the ball on my my l/h/b. Okay, since I have to work like twenty hours on Friday, and then turn right around and volunteer at the butt-crack of dawn Saturday morning, I'm gonna spend the night with Autunm at her house. She and a friend of hers will also help out! Plus, since I'm riding with her, I won't have to be there quite so early. |
| I hit on the wall. Mostly, I concentrated on my footwork. If I keep them moving - my feet that is - I hit better. But my grip is still way off. Plus, my right hand is not quite ready to relinquish control. My fingers still try and choke a two handed forehand grip instead of a left handed backhand. Maybe one day I won’t suck at it so bad. |
| Pick a topic and write on it. And stop hitting the backspace button damn it. And leave the delete key alone too. Access denied. No longer available My SFA is in better shape today but is still draggin’. I’m in one of my WTF moods. Who cares? Why should I? I’m just too tired to make it. (I probably should put the club music in.) However, I have progressed from yesterday and that is good news. At this pace, a full recovery will take a few more days. I’m sure by the adult tournament, my SFA will being right on target. I’m still POed about having to get my ass out of bed so early on Saturday morning. Sorry George, but I didn’t volunteer myself to help out. And while I’m not being forced to, it would not look good to not show. Keeping my fingers crossed that its fun. The weather promises to be agreeable but by no means perfect. I’d say a few rungs above unpleasant. Well, I'm off In and Out posting before my lunch card expires... |
| I made a new writing.com discovery! I’m sure its been there for like ever, but I found it last night. To the left of my blog, where all the other links are, there is a “My blog’s Archive” link. Wow. I’m impressed. If I want to go back and look through some of my journal entries, I can go to MBA and get what I need. Assuming it’s in there. So I’m faking my SFA right now. The edges are tattered, the top few layers are crushed and the core is bruised. I have to find a way to repair. I refuse to let negativity consume me. Last night, I tried Jwing. But tossed everything I wrote. At least it helped to clear my head for the duration of a good night’s sleep. Maybe I’m just trippin’ from too much work and not enough play. This week will be tough too. Especially since I somehow have ended up on the volunteer list for an eight hour day on Saturday. The following weekend, it Sarah’s tournament. I’ve told her if she needs me, let me know and I will work it. However, please try and find someone else. No break in sight for me. A very depression pill to swallow. Along with other more personal issues written down in my private journal. |
| Just because I’m the tournament director does not mean I am God. Nor do I have Fairy Godmother like qualities. (I think you have to be a referee for those.) I do not own a magic wand, fairy dust, foul tasting drinking potion, or ruby slippers. I have not figured out a way to make everyone happy; staff, players, parents, spectators. Furthermore, if anyone out there possesses such knowledge, an email to me with step-by-step instructions would be greatly appreciated. In all honesty, the tournament has continued to run smoothly. Two issues arose, but I think I handled them fairly well. A few unhappy parents due to draw format, which was posted online and they knew before they signed their child up to play. However, I will not use FMLC again. If today goes well, then we can call it a success. Patron XO is waiting for me later this evening when I’ll be finished and can finally relax. |
| I left my Remember Card at home. There is sits, on the corner of my unmade bed, along with some pocket change, a five dollar bill, and a breath mint. I dumped the stuff there when I changed shorts, not liking the ones I had picked out last night. Do you want the list of things I forgot in alphabetical order? Ascending, descending order of importance? Or, random order? Let’s see, I meant to bring coffee since I ran out last night. Caffeine will be dearly missed in about an hour from now. I forgot my lunch; A bag along with my lime, leftover bbq chicken, a banana, a soy yogurt, and two pieces of whole grain bread. I also forgot a copied report I had generated from TDM – I can live w/out this, and my sanity. Yeah, I left it at home, but it’s in the bathroom where had an emotional moment – won’t even explain THAT one. Lunch was not a good thing to forget And why is it that when you know you don’t or can’t have something – you want or need it all that much more? Staying true to this premise, my stomach started growling around ten – missing its baby carrots. I tore the place apart looking for food. A can of stale mixed nuts, several packs of instant oatmeal. My soy powder which needs soy milk which there isn’t any. Pay dirt! An apple in the refrigerator an apple would not hold me all day long. I finally called Autumn, “What are you doing? Wanna go to lunch? My treat.” I had my MC. ‘I forgot my lunch.” I added, making sure to full my voice with whininess. “Aaahhh..I don’t know.” She said. After a small pause she said, “Can I bring you a peanut better and jelly sandwich from my house?” I’m still not used to her house being different from MY house. “Absolutely.” I replied. P&J not on the top of the list, but when you forgot the paper and pencil to even make a list… “Or, I can make you turkey sandwich.” “Perfect.” So, twenty minutes later, she comes walking up, in her Joy of Movement work clothes, caring a small brown paper bag. My lunch. I smiled as I opened the door. She holds the bag out to me, returns the smile and says, “Look. See? It says ‘MOM’ on it. She is proud. My heart melts as I give her a hug. I peek into the bag to see what she has brought me. I feel like a little kid. She packed me a turkey w/ mayo and mustard with lettuce AND a peanut better and jelly – in case I was really hungry. She also had a bag of baby carrots, a fruit cup and a little package of gummy bears. I almost cried. How sweet. “I almost wrote you a note on my napkin.” She is happy that she made me happy. I love you Autumn. Thanks a million and one for lunch today. |
| My TDM is misbehaving. Nothing new either. You’d think I’d be used to its malfunctions by now. Idiot Robin still holds hope for this wonderful software, which performs, beautifully on her home compie. The tech team hates me and I’m sure they curse my name; along with the day I was ever born. They probably toss around my emails like hot potatoes. So, I’ve learned NEVER use my work compie for TDM. However, today, I broke my own rule. Please keep your fingers crossed and say a little prayer I haven’t added more work for myself when I get home tonight. Too bad I wasn’t successful in getting the software loaded on my boss’s compie. This would have solved all my problems. Confusion will come mid day Saturday, when I’m well into the draws. The check in sheet won’t be up-to-date. Remembering to watch the clock for late check-ins will be something I’ll have to make special care to do. I’m on my way out to eat lunch with Autumn. I need the mental break. |
| My To-Do List woke me up at five-thirty this morning. I really should go jot all this down. I checked on the tournament. Already, I’ve upgraded my TDM software, checked my work email, and w.com email. The tournament seems manageable since I don’t have TDM at work. The biggest trouble will come after the second round of play. I love the reports TDM generates, taking the guesswork out of everything. As of right now, my biggest draw has 13 players. The back draws are sticky – with my FMLC format and all. I’m still working on other ways to get TDM at Tattnal. If you think of any, please give me a call. Oh, so JK says me at a committee meeting last night, “You are gonna be at Tattnall at 2:30 tomorrow.” JK is the local pro for our city’s private country club – clay courts. She has competed in Wimbledon a few times. I mentally try and picture my calendar, TDL, and office, just to makes sure. I guess I can check on trophies on Wed. “UM, yeah. I’ll be there, why?” “Well, they’re interviewing me for the induction ceremonies and I thought I’d do it there. Since that’s were I grew up playing.” She says how her mom dropped her off at 9:00AM and didn’t pick her up until 6:00PM every day. On hard courts. Wow. Oh great! A film crew. At my facility. With only a few working hours available to make sure everything is in camera ready shape. Although, I’m very glad to have the publicity. |
| Autumn has ringworm. (Sorry Autumn for announcing it to the world but you already knew I would.) Laney climbs into the back seat, “Oh my gosh! Autumn, what did you do to your back?” she says with a touch of ‘eeewww gross’ in her tone. Autumn twists her neck around and drops her right shoulder forward, trying to get a look I glance over at her, “You have ringworm.” I confirm. “What? Oh no!” Autumn cries. ‘Some kid had it on his face at daycare and they said it wasn’t contagious. Are you kidding?” She looks at me pleading with her eyes. She wants me to be kidding. “Nope.” I say. “It’s ringworm.” I’ve raised two kids. Plus, I worked in the school system for many years. I know ringworm when I see it. Autumn teaches dance, and tumbling to with a group called The Joy of Movement. They visit daycares and give instruction. Autumn is horrified. How could she have ringworm. She jumps on the phone to call all her co-workers to let them know. “Check your entire body.” She tells them, “Cuz it was on my back and I was wearing a t-shirt when I got it.” (Like it mysteriously jumped on a covered up part of her body, crawled under her clothing and latched onto her skin. There’s no way she could gotten it on her hand and then scratched her back.) So, Laney, the baby sister can’t resist. She makes fun of Autumn’s contagious skin. “Shut up Laney! Or I’ll touch your arm wit my contagious ringworm.” “Fine.” Laney strikes back. “I’ll just scratch my diseased pink eye and touch your face.” Then, they enter into this debate; which condition is worse. Personally, I’m glad I have neither. |
| DMB is live on AOL. I so needed this pick me up. |
| Why do I sit there and tear my rough draft apart? RD’s are almost always ugly. Well, mine are anyway. So what? It’s not like I don’t have an option of never posting. If after the cutting, slicing, reshaping, improving, I am still as unhappy, THEN toss the damn thing. Why am I hacking the idea while its still in its infancy? I get so frustrated with my detrimental self-doubt. Can’t they make an anti low self esteem pill? If anyone knows where I can score one, please E me. |
So what happened to my weekend? Switching w/ Felicia, and having Friday off really didn’t seem like a day off. I ran tons of errands. It felt like a work day to me. Gonna be busy this week w/ the tournament and all. I’ve already gotten avoidance request emails too. I’ll be spending most of today cross checking all the players current standings. If I had high speed – like we are supposed to have only Edmond hasn’t made his way over to Tattnall yet – this would be much easier. But oh well. Tonight is the deadline. Why does everyone wait until the last possible minute to enter??? |
| Not to sound ungrateful or anything, cuz I really appreciate my washer and dryer, especially since they are running smoothly. But it feels like I am using them FAR too often. Like there ought to be a law. I mean, how can three people generate so much laundry in a matter of five days? Granted, Laney wears three outfits every day; her school uniform, her tennis clothes, and her pajamas. Plus, she is strongly compelled to use two towels every time she takes a shower. Thank goodness’ this is usually only once a day. Bottom line: I spend too much time in the laundry room. Here again, I am very appreciative of my [i}working{/i} washer and dryer. Laney woke up this morning with pink eye. It looks like it anyway. We opted not to take her in since the office called in a prescript. They did say lots of kids were having allergy symptoms that resembled pink eye but were not. I, however think she has it. She hangs out with a guy after school that gets it like every three days. “He never throws his contacts away.” She tells me this morning. “He ALWAYS has pink eye.” So, I’m thinking, ‘where the heck is his mom and why hasn’t she done something to resolve this situation.’ If I get pink eye… I will have two options: one, walk across the street to my ophthalmologist and wait three hours to be seen. Or, two, call my good friend Carol, and ask her to bring me some drops. Which she offered to give me for Laney but we had already called the nurse. Felecia and I switched workdays and I pulled a Saturday. I was supposed to be at my tennis center – Tattnall. However, my boss said I could work at JDS instead. I was pretty happy about this cuz they were having the free tennis day and lots of activities were planned. Laney was even supposed to help out, but with her pink eye she had to miss out. It was great to be there. My friend Bonnie and I ran the programs information table. We were out of the sun all day. Plus, they had a DJ and music, located right next to our table. Nice motivating music. It was easy to keep my SFA going today. I needed a day like today too. I’ve been sorta down w/ this week’s pain. Most of today was a four, for anyone keeping up. |
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