Trash-Talking
No, I am not going to mention how beautiful it is down here. But I will mention one thing- how they can take such a lush landscape and turn it into strip malls and pink stucco is beyond me.
Today Jeanine and I are playing her sisters in a game of tennis. Mind you, I haven’t played since before Ben was born, neither has Jeanine, and they play every day. In fact they are the ass kickers of their league and just a wee bit competitive. They mentioned something about being undefeated and even though it’s an old ladies league that’s pretty impressive.
Yes, that was a poke. Can’t help myself, I am, at heart, a trash talker.
I am reminded of a friend of mine who I challenged to a game of golf and she said sure, but I laugh a lot when I play. I do, too, laugh on occasion while playing golf, but only when I’m playing well. Or I’m playing with people who do not take themselves too seriously.
I have to remember to laugh a lot. Not my nature, mind you, as I can get a wee bit competitive myself. But I am old, fat and slow. Not an excuse, just a reality. Some might argue I’ve always been slow.
Maybe I should stop at one of the drive through plastic surgery places in the closest strip mall and have a quick lipo job before we play.
Another day of cousins, aunts, uncles, and Nana. Swimming, tennis and sunshine.
Oops. I said I wasn’t going to mention that. Don’t worry, though. My trash-talking butt will be kicked in the next hour or so...
Today Jeanine and I are playing her sisters in a game of tennis. Mind you, I haven’t played since before Ben was born, neither has Jeanine, and they play every day. In fact they are the ass kickers of their league and just a wee bit competitive. They mentioned something about being undefeated and even though it’s an old ladies league that’s pretty impressive.
Yes, that was a poke. Can’t help myself, I am, at heart, a trash talker.
I am reminded of a friend of mine who I challenged to a game of golf and she said sure, but I laugh a lot when I play. I do, too, laugh on occasion while playing golf, but only when I’m playing well. Or I’m playing with people who do not take themselves too seriously.
I have to remember to laugh a lot. Not my nature, mind you, as I can get a wee bit competitive myself. But I am old, fat and slow. Not an excuse, just a reality. Some might argue I’ve always been slow.
Maybe I should stop at one of the drive through plastic surgery places in the closest strip mall and have a quick lipo job before we play.
Another day of cousins, aunts, uncles, and Nana. Swimming, tennis and sunshine.
Oops. I said I wasn’t going to mention that. Don’t worry, though. My trash-talking butt will be kicked in the next hour or so...
posted by Sara at 9:29 AM
2 Comments:
I seem to be more active when Im in Floriday too. I WANT to do things when Im there!
At home, after a long day at work, Im lucky if I dont fall asleep at the dinner table!
We are taking the entire family down to Disney the first week of December!! Cant wait!
Well, they took pity on us and split up... it ended up being a pretty good game.
Jeanine and I took the pledge to work on our game so the next time we can actually play.
I agree, though. If I lived here, I would be swimming, playing golf, tennis, almost every moment I could. I love being outdoors and I'm not so keen on winter sports.
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