For Charity...

A few weeks ago we got talked into playing in a charity tennis tournament. Now, we don't play tennis that much, probably like 3 or 4 times a year.  That's definitely not enough to be entering ourselves into a  tournament, but it was for charity so we thought, if we're going to look dumb at least we'll be doing it for a good cause.

We know the basics of tennis, like when it's out, when it's in, how to keep score, Kate knew how many games were in a set and I did not.  We didn't know things like how to use those stupid score keepers, that we have to switch sides every odd game, and tiebreakers, don't even get me started. What a NIGHTMARE! 

The good news is: we're quick, we're scrappy, we've had good coaches, and we've got tons of attitude.  So we went in with our heads held high and we showed those 50-year-old ladies who's boss.  At times, it definitely wasn't pretty, but we make a good team and we try not to hit each other in the back of the head when we serve.  Amazingly we won all of our matches and walked away with $60 to Chili's and the most coveted title: 2.5 doubles champions....the best of the worst.

We dressed up for our last match, let's just say my mom was looking bitchin' in the 90s.

No big deal, we just raised $42,000 for Juvenile Diabetes

You're 23? You look like you're 16.

How many times have I heard this sentence? Twice this week. What an original thought!

Did you think that maybe I wouldn't enjoy hearing you say that before it just spilled out of your mouth? I'm guessing not. Do you think I'm not FULLY aware of my youthful looks? Apparently not.

In the past, I used my youthful-looking-ness to my advantage. Like perhaps admission to movies at the kid price. But all that is over now.

These days, when a dude picks me up for a date and the first thing he says after getting in the car is, "How old are you?" ... Really, guy? You couldn't have thought up a more creative way to get me to divulge my age? Lucky for me, this isn't going anywhere. I knew it from the first moment I laid eyes upon your overly large tired truck and pinky ring.

"But you'll love it when you're older."

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.......

Thanks.

That really means nothing to me at this point in time.

Oh.. and I'm still the chubby sister.

Serenity now!!!!

Bangs, Bows and Brows - The Triple Threat

Scooter + Sidecar

We must get one of these, STAT.

If you could be......

So with my summer vacation in full swing I have definitely had time to think, of course I fill my time thinking about very intellectual and important things: who will get kicked off the bachelorette next, why are Jake and Vienna acting like they are 3.5 years old, why does Khloe talk in an annoying baby voice to Lamar, what's so intriguing about Tim Wriggins, etc....

Lately I've wondered, if I could choose to be super good at something what would it be?  I've thought long and hard about this and in my youth I would have picked something different but now that I'm mature and a genius....... I pick tennis.  Why you ask?  Well I could play tennis for years to come probably into my 80s, it would keep me young and vibrant, I would get no greater joy than beating my prospects/dates at a sport that they think they have in the bag.

2nd choice: Singing

What would you pick?

p.s. I have no pictures of me playing tennis, only being a ballerina, which obviously I'm not.

Kick it where it counts.....

Considering I'm not working this summer, I should be blogging like crazy right?  Well, here's to a July full of blog posts, I hope.

Consider it kicked:

1. WIND, I loathe wind.
2. People who talk a big game, and never follow through.
3. Buying school supplies in July.
4. People that grunt at the gym.
5. Men who drive their cars shirtless, I actually find this hilarious, please don't stop.


I'm living the American dream right now, I don't have much to complain about, HOLLER!
What do you want to kick where it counts?

From Rags to Riches

You know that song Jenny from the Block, by J LO? It goes something like, "Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block. Used to have a little, now I have a lot. No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)." Rrrosa is a lot like J Lo in one way, and it's not her ghetto booty, it's her rags to riches story. Personally I think Rrrosa had it rougher than J Lo. Those of you who don't know Rrrosa on a personal level may not know her Cinderella story.

As a wee puppy Rrrosa was a member of a family, we'll call the Ratbastards, and they lived up to their name. One day, Daddy Ratbastard decided it was time to move, as the KOA was getting too crowded.  After the Ratbastards packed up their 1982 Caprice Classic, Daddy Ratbastard made a decision to leave wee Rrrosa behind.  But they didn't decide to leave her in the KOA, they dropped her off on the side of the highway, which was thoughtful, especially after years of canine abuse.

Long story short...

Hal's cousin, a real dog lover, found her at her local animal shelter.  After seeing those sad almond brown eyes and her helpless cower when anyone got too close, M.A. decided she had to have her.  By the grace of heaven, our sad dogless family, who was mourning the loss of Our Little Angel (Squirt), ended up adopting Rrrosa as M.A. moved to pursue her music career in Nashville.

And the rest is history...

Now she spends her summers vacationing at her cabin in the Teton Valley.  She goes on daily bike rides, prances on her field of dreams, and lounges in the evening sun.  She also goes on our annual  river rafting trip. And this last year, took a turn on the oars, she really has a great sense of direction. This year Hal has rigged up her own fly rod (opposable thumbs not necessary).

It's been a long road but as J Lo once said, "Don't be fooled by the rocks that Rrrosa's got, she's still, she's still Rrrosa from the block."