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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: |
| This morning, I wake up with a pounding sinus headache. But, I’m happy. This god-awful headache pain is superceding my T.O.S. pain – and that’s a GOOD thing. The knots in both my elbows feel smaller. Maybe today will be progressively better. YAY, I am on the mend. I think, I hope, I pray. (My right arm is still giving me fits, but better than last week. ) So, are you guys sick of my pain updates? OMG. Denver Colorado! Over a foot of snow. And I’m sittin’ here in shorts. Eighty-one for a projected high today. |
| With over one hundred channels to choose from on cable TV, there is always some type of sporting event on. Today was no different. The Braves. Yes, Atlanta, like there is any others. John Schmoltz struck out like fifteen players in seven and a half innings before he was taken out. Atlanta still lost. Go figure. Golf was on too. The Masters. It came down to Woods and DiMarco in sudden death. I did watch some of this event. I saw Trevor Immelman, the cutie make his shot on the 16th(?) hole – I believe, just as DiMarco was trying to concentrate one of his shots. I’m not really a big golf fan. Not understanding all the rules and stuff. I really don’t watch much television. I’d rather be writing, or on the site In & Out posting. I love the movie channels and how they repeat stuff so I can watch fifteen minutes of it here, and thirty there. Three or four attempts and I’ve seen the entire thing. Well this is turning out to be random…so what was my point? Did I even have one? Whatever, random writing is good. Cleans out my cluttered mind. At least my pain levels are down somewhat. Solid fives and with sharp peaks as high as seven. Quick recoveries. However, both my elbows still feel like they have huge knots in them. I’m thinking I still my still try and hit some. As crazy as it sounds. I miss tennis and if I’m gonna be in pain anyway…might as well have fun and get some exercise while I’m in it. |
| Oh who cares? I mean really? WTF cares? Does anyone actually even read theses words? Even still, a lot of stuff, inner thoughts, feelings, summations, goes through my mind. Often, ignored, or if I’m in the mood, it will find its way into my private journal. Sometimes I just want the ease of putting it here. Anyway…. It looks like it could rain. I got the dogs’ walk in. I haven’t really walked them in, god I’m ashamed to say, but two months? I’m proud to say, they have settled down. and don’t really pull on the leash. The chocker collars that B. had suggested didn’t seem to prevent the pulling, which bothered my T.O.S., which brought about my avoidance of dog walking altogether. Hopefully, the puppiness in them has been outgrown and I can resume the walks. I love taking them out, since they seem to enjoy it so much. I saw cars in Kohl’s parking lot. I wonder when things will really get cranking out there. Will they make so much noise we will move out earlier tan planned? At least my pain levels have not increased. Up this morning, but down again now. Not quite as low as it’s been. But any decrease sure beats the hell out what I’ve gone through this week. No wonder my muse is on vacation. She’s hiding. Scared of what she might produce, if given the chance, inspired by intense pain. I emailed a buddy of mine and said I was on the verge of creating a ‘hate’ story, motivated by this week’s T.O.S. episode. I really should ya know. Just to see the end result. Will I like it? Will it be ‘dark’? Scary? It could suck altogether. I’d rip it up, toss it in the trash and no one would be the wiser. |
| I'm forcing myself to work on a project. My muse is still on vacation. Damn her! How could she just up and leave me like this? She knows how much I need her. I know, old story, you've heard it before. Experienced it even. I will get better! I am getting better! I am super fantastically BETTER! |
| Not wanting to eat oatmeal for lunch, I tore the place apart in search of some other suitable food. I came across some animal crackers and a jar of peanut butter. “Pay dirt.” I exclaimed. Okay so, I know, animal crackers dipped in peanut butter isn’t much better than instant oatmeal, but hey, ya work with what you got. Plus, I have a bag of baby carrots. At least I’m eating some veggies. Well, the courts are drying up and the sun is is hovering just above a layer of clouds, brightening the sky but it hasn’t peeked out yet. Hinting of its presence. Teasing before making its grand appearance? Well, I’m making plans to take Laney to Savannah for a tournament. It’s a level 3, which means she will get spanked. So, I need to make sure she wants to go. I've spend most of my lunch card ironing out details, in case she does want to go. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, two nights in Savannah! |
| I’m into my third day of intense pain and I’m ready for it to stop. Any day now. My arm feels so heavy. Difficult to move it, so doing all those normal things like washing and drying my hair, produce major discomfort. I’m supposed to go for my follow-up visit to the dermatologist – that skin allergy thing several weeks ago. But I’m canceling. Well, I’m using my lunch card now and I’m still suffering w/ this god-awful pain. Grrrrrrr! I got a lot done with cleaning Carl’s desk AND getting ready for the um…. A-word. Not wanting to even type THAT. I hope all my stuff is in order. Moving right along, to more pleasant subjects. Yeah, um, let’s see, something good. Laney won her match yesterday 4-6! I’m so happy for her. She’s got one more then Regions on the 12th. I got Adam working for me so I can go! I’m gonna work the tournament desk for Sara on the 16th. Not that really want to, but I’m saving up money for a laptop computer. She is happy because it will be her first real tournament and I will be there if there to help ‘train’ her. What the hell happened to my lunch card? How can it be over already? Sheesh I hate when the phone rings during lunch, cuz I’m gonna answer it. Oh well. I didn’t need to type anyway, did I? Oh, BTW, if anyone’s seen my muse running around, please send her back home. I miss her and need her. |
| I hate when I forget my own shorthand, especially when it’s on my work to do list. Oh STFU – stop laughing. You do it too. And you know it. I’ve written w/s on my dry erase board – sometime before I left on my trip. Now, for the life of me, I can’t figure out WTF I was talking about. |
| Okay, so I’m cheating. The following were pieces of emails. But I did write them today and they are true and they do represent what went on in my life today. So, I was supposed to get my make up lesson, but, the lesson didn't happen. the coach canceled at the last minute. Luckily, I had someone to hit with anyway. And, Laney was here for a few minutes. I made her drill us. I worked on my volleys! She thought she was all that. Being her mom's tennis coach. It was hilarious. I jumped up to hit this ball. I should have stepped back. She felt compelled to reenact my bad move. Make jokes about it. Repeat my mistakes. Mom's such a failure. LOL Todd, the cable man, walks into my facility and says he has a work request to turn off my cable. "What?" i say, not believing him. Being a city facility, our cable is free, who on earth would cut it off? "Yeah' he says. he is sooo cute too. I ask him to call in, make sure its the tennis center, and find out where the order generated from. Turns out, one Al H. put in the request. Funny thing is this guy works for the COUNTY not the city. "I'm sorry Todd," I say, smiling "But I can't let you turn off my cable just yet. Not until I get to the bottom of this request." So, that's what I'm doing now. trying to figure out WTF!!!! FYI: I got Renee to join the site!!! She is already In & Out posting! We are having a blast already. |
| Tennis and shopping1 It's all about ME today. (Actually, it's also about Laney too.) I have to write about last night though....maybe later, now, I’m getting ready to leave. |
| It’s sweet sixteen and I’m sick of March Madness. Sick of loud sports casters and bragging athletes. Even if WV did win. And lots of underdogs won. Basketball just isn’t my favorite thing to watch on television. Ever since I entered the Endureview contest, I haven’t watched too much TV anyway. Not that I did before, but it’s even less now. I did enjoy surfing; I’m worse than anyone with the remote. Changing channels every ten minutes or so. Watching three movies at once. Now, I’m writing. All the time. My fingers love the keyboard. My mind constantly creating, thinking plotting, planning. Not just a story, but thoughts, ideas, expressions, feelings, and even phrases. I wonder when all this writing will actually end up as something? And then, who cares. At this stage of the game, it’s all about getting it down. In a semi-entertaining way. Ideally, a very entertaining way. But semi entertaining is acceptable. |
| Jay got there around 1:30. I thought I might get the matches on early. Shortly afterwards, S. walked in carrying a tripod and a huge duffle bag. No doubt carrying her camera. She's a local newsperson. Stupidly I ask, “You’re filming?” Even though I see the tripod. I want confirmation. “No actually. I’m walking.” She says. She has a smile on her face. “Filming and walking look exactly alike.” She says. “Oh,” I say, “I often confuse walking with filming.” Jay is laughing. S. goes on to say she gets accused of filming even when she is standing in the check out line of the grocery store. Feeling like an idiot, I retreat into my office. It’s just, no one told me there would be filming today. At my facility. But anyway. My hope of starting the matches early is shot down. The kids straggled in groups of threes and fours. Braces covering their teeth, tennis bags draped over their shoulders. The clock on the wall said 2:15. by 2:45, all matches were still warming up. Except for the wind, it was a gorgeous day for tennis. Laney’s school did not measure up today. But then, there are considerations to be made. One, a tennis pro who played Wimbledon maybe five times coaches their team. Two, a nationally ranked player whacks the ball in the number one singles position. Three; Laney’s team has lost five players this season. They now attend colleges in the southeast. Oh well. The good news, I know all of these people. A lot of their kids have been on the many junior team tennis leagues I’ve coordinated and the teams I’ve captained. One of the players had a birthday, and his mother made cupcakes for the team. Of course, she gave me one. Hehe. So, the nationally ranked player spanked Laney on court seven today. She looked good in warm up but once points were played, she lost it. On the good side, it took fourty-five minutes! It usually takes her- the nationally ranked player about twenty to thirty minutes to spank her opponent. I know, I sound like the bragging parent. And??? |
| My brain is buzzing with way too many ideas. So, if this sounds random, you’ve been warned. It’s supposed to be windy – it’s not yet. But it is gorgeous! The sun is shinning. Great day for my tennis lesson. I’m wearing shorts. Hank restrung my racquet with strings that will supposedly be better for my T.O.S. arms to hit. So, I’m excited to see if this helps. Sometimes, I wonder, ‘what the heck am I even doing out there? Being visual impaired, having compressed ulnar nerves – in both arms. I’m a freakin’ idiot! But, if the tennis bug has ever bitten you, you know, it’s too hard to give up. Other random thoughts; oh yeah, I’m on a new project! YAY for me. But it’s a collaboration. (which has two L’s not two O’s like for some reason I always type two O’s) With another writing.com member. Whom I met in the Fortunately / Unfortunately In and Out. A very intense piece – that we are working on, not the I&O. I get way too involved with it so I can o only work on it in bits and pieces. So I did a little last night. I’ve taken some notes and need to email them off. This is the first time I’ve collaborated on something here on the site. Plus, it’s been like FOREVER since I last co-wrote anything. Renee and I used to, in high school and college. I really should with Laney. She is such a good writer. She used to write lots when she went to public school and was in the Reach Program. Well, gotta go, I still haven’t eaten breakfast. It’s a vanilla soy shake for me. Oh Joy. It’s actually not too bad. |
There are too many fun In and Outs to post in! I am having WAY too much fun too.  |
| My arms hurt. Not too bad, but the skin is so sensitive it doesn’t want anything on it. And, I’m kinda chilly, and all I have is this sweater. Which feels scratchy against my sensitive skin. I know, I’m whining. So, I keep pulling off my sweater, letting my arms get some relief, than I get cold. And back on the sweater goes. It’s a vicious cycle. (I know, I’m exaggerating now. But this is MY blog. I can do that ya know.) I never did get to use my lunch card. Carl was here all morning long and has just recently left. He gave lessons, then, killed time between lessons and a meeting. I updated him on staff, bids for supplies, and the USA Schools Program. He chatted with me about my two-handed forehand. He’s not my coach – at the moment, so, I was getting free advice. YAY for me. So now, all the matches have been cancelled. Some are being made up tomorrow. I suggested an earlier start time as I already have three programs scheduled on the courts. After school, public school matches and Special Olympics. They said yes. It’s actually Laney’s school. She has to play a really tough match. A girl who plays Sectional and even National tournaments. I kinda wonder why she is even playing high school tennis here. It’s not like in Atlanta, where the competition is good. But, whatever. I like the team, and I’ll see lots of my friends tomorrow. I am sooo ready to go home. Actually, I need to go to the mall. Plus, I want to get my ear cuff put back in. It fell out during Christmas and I just haven’t made the time to re-do it. So, when I say ready to go home, I really mean, ready to leave work and go shopping and stuff. Oh hey, a trip to Victoria Secret is due too. |
| I have this expression…..’at least not in my book’ or ‘In my book…” So now, after being a member of writing.com, I say, ‘my unpublished book’ It’s just a joke. Really. I’m not working on a book. Although, I should be. |
| I’m mad right now. I hate writing when I’m mad. My words sound so unintelligent. I can’t even speak in coherent sentences when I get really angry. Let’s see, I lose patience, when I’m mad. My judgment becomes constricted. Not to mention a whole host of physical unpleasantries that accompany my angered state. So why then? Do I even bother with such seemingly unpossitive and potentially unproductive state of mind? I don’t know. However, the discovery of writing.com came as a direct result of being mad. Oh great. Now, there is popcorn in the room. Another thing I lose when I’m mad is self-control, especially when it comes to food, or snacking. Thank goodness I’m not hungry. Or I’d have to dive right into all that popcorn, soaked in melted butter. I don’t really want any do I? NO. Not this late at night. But isn’t that when popcorn is typically eaten? Late at night in theaters all across America? Well, unless you are a teacher, trying to lose weight and stick to a diet, you eat popcorn every time you are hungry. As an after breakfast snack even. Laney is reading John Grisham’s The Rainmaker. I love how he writes in that book. And I’m sure I mentioned, A painted House is my favorite book by Grisham. I like looking at how he’s set up scenes, woven in comedy and his quick character descriptions. I have often opened up The Rainmaker as inspiration for writing. (Same with A Painted House) Well, I feel a little better now. But I haven’t actually opened my mouth and spoken to anyone. A true test to see if I’m still mad or not. I think I’ll keep writing, and avoid talking to anyone. A sure fire tactic to make it through anything. Avoidance. Yeah. It works real well. Then, after avoidance, ignorance. Dipped in Acts as if- as in let’s act as if this never happened. No. I haven’t the foggiest idea what you are talking about. Yeah, this will get you through. Assuming, you want to get through. Head on tackles work well too. But they aren’t my style. At least not at home. Wow. Do I rally want to post this one? Let’s see, *searches for less volatile territory* Um… I’ll get back with you on this. |
| Feeling a little better about being able to do this. If nothing else, it's great exercise. I have to get closer to the ball w/ my two handed forehand. I will get used to this. I hope. |
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