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Pride comes before the fall
I apologize to non-avid tennis-fans, that you have to read about tennis YET AGAIN because that is all I seem to be able to write about anymore (conveniently not the case when I sit down to work on my thesis, which is also about tennis. Funny how that happens), but I have life lessons to share. JUST fyi, I had…
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Caffeine + Dessert > (and/or better than) Sleep + Carbs
I’m seeing if I can beat the clock for this post because I have ELEVEN minutes before my computer restarts for automatic updates, WHICH, by the way, I’m highly curious why this is the third time in two days it’s doing this. Really?? I think it’s just to annoy me. I have two observations to…
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Evidence
So I just had to post this because, well, I had to. (This deals with my last blog, so if you haven’t read it, click here) My tennis partner arrived at the courts this morning and behold what she saw: Not even kidding.
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Open letter to a D-bag
I disappeared for a while, and I apologize to my loyal fans who actually noticed (I heart you). What had happened was…I had to present some thesis material at my writing workshop, so I abandoned blogging in lieu of thesis work (what? where are my priorities! I know), and then I went out of town,…
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I made it! And now my legs can fall off in peace.
As I’m sure everyone lost sleep over the fact that today was my big race, I want you to rest assured that I did in fact make it. I ran –or more accurately, jogged slowly– the entire 13.1 miles in a little over two hours. “A little over two hours? You mean you don’t know exactly what your time was down to…
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What’s that sound?
Running sucks. I’ve grown to have a love/hate relationship with it ever since graduating college, but it used to be pure hatred. “People are not meant to run!!” I’d feel like shouting to PE instructors, coaches, and friends who thought our bonding time would be best spent with me trying not to dry heave. I may be…
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Square Poems
This will not impress you unless you try it yourself. My poet friend shared this with me because he knows I like poems that do cool things. This one is a Square Stanza, Futility Closet by Lewis Carroll. It’s unique because it reads the same both across and down: Kudos, Lewis Carroll! I’m convinced it was the…
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Why I hate Valentine’s Day
From boxes of chocolates to heart-felt poems to the colors red and pink… From delicious desserts to secret admirers to arts and crafts made with doilies… From hugs and kisses to dozens of roses to “Will you be mine’s”… The holiday is full of everything I love, all my favorite things, it’s too good to be…
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Videos for the film savvy
Well, this is typical. For eight hours I was cooped up in a vehicle that somehow managed to fit: my father, my mother, their skis, our “ski bag,” which full of ski suits–that’s right, onesies!!–gloves, goggles, etc., my suitcase, my parents’ suitcase, a cooler full of food, a giant sack of non-perishable items, a mysterious blue duffle bag, winter…
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The Tournament
This post has nothing to do with the Super Bowl. Yesterday was the Cursed Emotional Holiday Tennis Tournament, a mixed doubles tournament in which I participated thanks to coercion and a general lack of awareness. THE SET-UP A few weeks ago, this charming lady in her 70’s invite Holly and I to play in the Valentine’s Day tournament. “Sure!”…
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