So, I have my first tennis match this weekend. I know I’ve only been practicing for a few weeks, but I’m probably not going to get any better before the season ends in three weeks, so it’s now or never.
On Monday, my coach had me and my partner come in to practice and get ready. She and I are on about the same level, which means we’re in trouble, yo. The good thing is that she and I are both pretty easygoing about this whole tennis thing. Neither of us is putting stress on the other. We both agree that it’s just a game, so let’s have fun and do it!
We spent Monday running drills and it was fun, except for the part where I thought I was going to die. Seriously, it was that hot and I quickly realized that my lackadaisical approach to finding proper attire needed to be kicked up a notch. By the time I left there, I was soaking wet and exhausted. Still, I headed straight to the store and bought some shorts. Thunder thighs be damned, I need to stay cool!
We came back on Tuesday for more drills, but were informed that we would be playing a few sets…against some kids. Y’all I had my ass handed to me by a bunch of 14 year olds. Well, one of the girls was 12 and she wasn’t that good. Oh, and she was built like me (read: tig ole bitties). At the age of 12. I asked her what she eats. She said chicken. Regan is now a vegetarian.
At the end of the day, I remarked that I felt guilty for being so bad. I don’t want to be wasting people’s time- my partner, coach or spectators. I was assured that it wasn’t a waste of time. I asked my coach if I was the worst player he’d ever seen. He assured me I was not. He did say I seem to get excited when the ball is coming towards me and I need to play more so that doesn’t happen.
So it looks like I’m playing in a match this Sunday. Did I mention it’s going to be 100 degrees? Pray for me.
Or do a rain dance or something.
In addition to inheriting my joie de vivre, it seems Regan has also inherited my penchant for janky hair styles. The other day at the “beach” I noticed how cute her little friend’s hair was. It was in a bunch of mini twists and she looked cute with a little bow in it. I decided to try my hand at twists on baby’s hair.
It took a solid hour and here are the results. Kinda cute. Kinda.
After she slept on them they weren’t so cute, but I sent her to school anyway because she’s 2 and…who really cares.
The third morning, however, was the jankiest. No way I could send baby coolio to school looking like that while I was looking oh so fine (no, really) so I undid the twists hoping we’d have a cute little twistout. No such luck.
In the end I sprayed it with some water in an effort to fluff it up and added a couple of ponytails on top to give the illusion of a purposeful style.
Tomorrow, we go back to pony puffs and braids.
This morning I raised a topic on twitter that got several varied responses.
Wait, do you follow me on Twitter? You should. I’m a good time. But I do like to make fun of people, so if you are sensitive you should probably be warned. But, please, try not to take anything personally. I’m almost always not talking about friends or ‘friends’.
Anywho, Regan received a birthday party invitation to the children’s museum in a couple of weeks. The invitation clearly states that parents will have to pay for their own admission*. I am put off by this. How are you going to invite my child to a party and I have to come out the pocket on admission when I already have to pay for a gift? And don’t forget downtown parking!
My thought is if you want to have your party at one of the popular children’s places around town, pick the one that is not going to cost your guests anything. There is Gymboree, Music Class, Aquatots. The possibilities are endless and, quite frankly, more fun and less hassle.
Honestly, I can’t think of anything less fun that I’d want to do on a Saturday. The Children’s Museum is more like a zoo. A zoo of wild, uncontrollable toddlers and children. You couldn’t pay me to be there at prime time on a weekend. And pay for it? No, sir!
Thankfully, Regan is out-of-town on the day of the party, so going is not an option. I probably wouldn’t have gone anyway. I adore the birthday girl, but I wouldn’t have been willing to spend the $25+ that it would have cost me. I think I’ll just send a gift to school and call it a wrap.
Okay, good people of blogland, how do you feel about paying to play? Do you think it’s okay to ask parents to pay their own way at kids’ parties? Have you/would you do the same?
*I googled the party at the children’s museum and it looks like the party includes 23 guests. I doubt she is having 23 kids attend, so it looks like she is only expecting certain people to pay.
This weekend was tops! Well, if you were my kid, that’s what you’d say. If you were me you’d say something more along the lines of “this weekend wore me the hell out!”
Friday I took baby to tennis practice with me. I took stuff to keep her busy- toys, DVD player, etc. The one thing I did not take were snacks. So when she got bored she started throwing a fit, I was about to call it a wrap and go home but my Coach got her and sat on the side with her. I was in the middle of a pretty pathetic game when I heard him say, “Regan, you want some chips?” I shrugged it off until I saw her walking with a bag of DORITOS. I have never let her have Dorito’s before and I almost said something, but he was doing me a solid and, let’s face it, she’s probably had them with her daddy, so I kept my opinions to myself. When I finished my game and walked over to her, I got the cutest, orange’ish grin ever. That child was happy! Too bad I didn’t have my phone with me to snap a pic.
Saturday afternoon we went her friend’s birthday party. You thought I threw a nice party? Mine are wiggedy wack compared to this shin dig. Regan a blast in the bouncy house, getting her face painted and visiting with ELMO. Yes, Elmo was there! And for the adults- full bar, the most delicious Caribbean food (curried goat, anyone?) and a DJ. It took every ounce of restraint not to get up and do the Stanky Leg!
We were beat from the heat and the fun, but Sunday morning we got up and headed to Acworth Beach. It’s a manmade beach on a lake, but it is so nice. We got there before the crowds and had so much fun. Our friends came a little later and we played in the sand, had snacks and played in the water some more. Folks just couldn’t get over how excited she was and uninhibited in the water.
After the beach we stopped by to see how my tennis team was doing. Not so great, but I still enjoy the camaraderie of being on a tennis team.
Next week, I
have to play. 😦
It took 4 hours to upload this 2 minute video. There has got to be a better way!
I really feel like I need to clarify something with the Universe, cause the men of Atlanta have really gotten me twisted. Twisted! There is no situation, reality or bizarro world where I would EVER engage in any activities with a married man. Nothing disgusts me more than a man who is disloyal to his marriage vows.
Married men flirt with me a lot. I hate it. I don’t know what it is about me that makes them think I’d be down with adultery, but I am not. I truly don’t even like to make eye contact with a married man. I don’t even want to give them an opening.
Recently, I have come across two such snakes. Take, for instance, a man we’ll call Daycare Dad. One day I was picking Regan up and as I walked into the classroom, her (now gone) teacher said, “So and So’s daddy turned around and was looking at your booty.” My response, “we should tell So and So’s mommy.” Homie don’t play that.
There is another husband that flirts with me incessantly. I am polite and make minimal chit chat, but nothing more than that. Some days he has on his wedding ring, other days he does not. Then today, he crossed the line. I received an email that basically said, “Hey, Babs. I notice you’re losing weight. You are looking good.”
Ummm, okay, where should I start. Number one, I’m not losing weight. Nope not a single pound. It’s my tan that makes me look thinner. Number two, you shouldn’t be emailing me anything, at all, ever. If your household needs to communicate with my household, then your wife should do it. Number three, what makes you think my weight is up for discussion? How rude! What if I was sensitive about it? And finally, I am completely insulted that you would think I was so STUPID and DESPERATE that I would take that kind of bait! I will die cold, alone and with cobwebs all up in my Queen Victoria before I ever did something like that.
I don’t really know him or his wife, but I know she is super nice. And she probably doesn’t know her husband is a snake. There is another situation that occurred with this same guy, but I don’t know who reads my blog, so I will keep those details to myself.
I haven’t decided how or if I will respond to this email. This is someone I see every day, so I don’t want to make for an awkward situation, but at the same time I need to shut this sh!t down!
How would you handle it?
This Father’s Day was very special to me because it was the first Father’s Day I had spent with my dad since I was a young girl. Can you imagine being 37 years old and never treating your dad to a Father’s Day dinner? When dad told me he was coming I was super excited and immediately tried to plan a fabulous weekend. That was pretty much a bust, since folks were wishy washy about what they wanted to do and didn’t give me time to plan.
We had fun around the house on Friday. On Saturday we ran a few errands and of course ended up at Costco. I tried to talk dad out of my usual Costco field trip since the weekend was supposed to be about him, but he reminded me I need to take advantage of his visits. Besides, let’s face it, a sistah needed pull-ups and chicken breasts!
Sunday we set out to one of my favorite restaurants for a lovely lunch. He was really impressed with the restaurant and said he can’t wait to come again. He even said if he lived in Atlanta, he would be a regular there.
Daddy got the sea bass and I got the lobster. I don’t typically like to work for my food, but I felt like having something different. We decided to skip the mimosas and both went for mojitos!
Gee, it seems I failed to mention the presence of my little sister during the weekend. That’s because her presence left a big black mark on the weekend. But I’ll save that for another post
How was your Father’s Day?
When I first heard about the book “50 Shades of Grey” I scoffed. A lady does not read such rubbish!
Okay, not really. And let’s be real, Babs is no lady! Truth is, I didn’t really have an interest in reading it because I believe one should have a proper outlet when partaking in such literature. Like a outhouse in the middle of the woods, Babs does not have an outlet.
Then Disco Diva mentioned her book club was reading it and I thought it might be fun to read. I read the first book and then I read the second. Last week I was with a group of women and the subject of the book came up. One of the women said she thought it was horrible and found no *ahem* stimulation from reading it. I call bullsh!t. If she isn’t lying then I feel mighty sorry for her husband.
After that discussion, I was super excited to go to book club to have an open dialogue about the book. Then my daddy decided to come to town and I had to miss book club. I’m pretty sure me dipping out to go talk about erotica would have made for a very akward weekend. Still, I want to talk about the book!
So that’s where you come in. Time to dish, you naughty readers! Have you read 50SOG? What did you think about the characters, story line, BDSM, etc. What did or didn’t you like? Would you like to see this made into a movie? Who would make a good Christian Grey?
What ever you want to talk about, let’s do it!
The good thing about coloring my hair is that I can really see how much growth I’ve had in the last couple of months. The bad thing…
…that sh.t looks cray when it starts to grow out!
So glad I’m headed back for more color tomorrow. I need to get right for the summer!
If you color your hair, how long do you go in between touch-ups?