Someday, I'll write this post. (I think I may have touched on the subject matter earlier in the blog, but it deserves a full on post.)
Yours Truly,
Paula
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Breakfast at the Hilton, Day Three of The Rogers Cup
Oh My. I am in tennis heaven. Here is a quick overview of breakfast tennis hotties. Safin walked out as we walked in. Moya walked in while we waited for our table. So did Llodra. Then Blake came in at the end of our meal. I let Rockytoad get some more pineapple at the buffet and say "Good luck" to Blake. Rockytoad said he said "Thanks", but that he wasn't "ecstatic". I said, "Was he irritated?" Rockytoad said, "no", but was a little hesitant. I feel a little guilty. Although there were people taking his picture...we didn't do that. Sorry Blake, if we bugged you ! Just letting my boy have a moment to remember. Blake, you're like a God to my boys! I hope you can feel the honor of that. Oh, and Benneteau was there.
And others. LORDY! Here is the deal. Moya is freakily hot and tall and fantastic. It's like a comic book hero come to life. He makes you dizzy. And the same can be said for Safin. I mean, why does God make people like him? It seems strange and mysterious, like God's other things that he does, like let there be war and shit and make some women have really amazing breasts while other don't.
Off to watch tennis! It's a bit overcast, I hope there is no rain delay.
LATER:
I walked by Wawrinka on the way to the nail salon to see if I could find someone to paint my toes. No luck. But the worst luck was that it rained for THREE HOURS so we c ame back to the hotel. Tomorrow is our last day. Let's pray for good weather and also, if today's matches get really backed up, tomorrow's back courts will be hopping with big stars as they try to squeeze in lots of matches. As of now, I am feeling sad, wet, and cold. But I just ran a hot bath and maybe I'll trot around the lobby, innocently, and see who I can see...
Yours Truly,
Paula
And others. LORDY! Here is the deal. Moya is freakily hot and tall and fantastic. It's like a comic book hero come to life. He makes you dizzy. And the same can be said for Safin. I mean, why does God make people like him? It seems strange and mysterious, like God's other things that he does, like let there be war and shit and make some women have really amazing breasts while other don't.
Off to watch tennis! It's a bit overcast, I hope there is no rain delay.
LATER:
I walked by Wawrinka on the way to the nail salon to see if I could find someone to paint my toes. No luck. But the worst luck was that it rained for THREE HOURS so we c ame back to the hotel. Tomorrow is our last day. Let's pray for good weather and also, if today's matches get really backed up, tomorrow's back courts will be hopping with big stars as they try to squeeze in lots of matches. As of now, I am feeling sad, wet, and cold. But I just ran a hot bath and maybe I'll trot around the lobby, innocently, and see who I can see...
Yours Truly,
Paula
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Day Two, Roger Cup 2008
We are back. I'm exhausted. We stayed in the stadium court much longer than we usually do. That is because- the first match was Moya, who I LUV, v. Haas. Moya played like he never had a chance. I still can't figure out why. But- Haas kindly signed all the kids' balls- including, of course, Rockytoad and Cheesewad's balls. Then, Roddick took the court and my sons love Roddick so we stayed. (I prefer trawling the back courts.) The match was marred with some rain delay. But mostly, it was ruined by Roddick's attitude. Why? WHY? His rudeness to the chair was something else. And then, Mahut, played so well. My hopes were up. An upset! But no. Then, Roddick became the only man, the entire day, who didn't sign the ball for one child. Not one. That basically explains Roddick's entire personality. Not many people lose and sign balls. But to win? And to not sign one ball? Well, you have to be Roddick to make that choice.
The best match by far was Andreev v. Monfils. What fantastic young men!! Such great great tennis. Rockytoad and I were freaked out by Andreev's forehand. Nothing is wierder. More spin, more action, more raquet head acceleration. I think about the matches I've seen-- I think about the times I've seen Nadal, up close, years ago, on a practice court. But Andreev? It's UNIQUE. The wiederst, nastiest shot I've seen. BUT- unpredictable. Errors, yes. And NO ONE fights like Monfils. By far, the best best match today. Just fantastic tennis from both men. Oh, and of course, Andreev signed balls. All of them. Because he's a man.
Back at the hotel, we rode the lift up with Erlich, the doubles specialist. Very smiley and sweet (we never bother the guys at the hotel, for the most part, just are grateful to be in their presence.) Then, on the elevator down to the fantastic restaurant, we - literally -- bumped into Clement. HOT. Although, I fear he is shorter than me. Oh well. I hate being tall. Also, when was the last time he shaved? He's still hot. And he smiled at ME? Oh, that's because I'm with two cute little ones.
Other sightings today:
Donald Young, in the golf cart, being driven away. I said (loudly, let it be known)- "How'd you do?" He looked up, and nodded his head, no. WAAH. But, I'm sure he fought hard. A second later, we saw a cart with an icy looking Giles Simon, the man who beat Young. Rockytoad said, "It doesn't look like he just won a match." Which was true. He looked- cold as ice, like in the song. Sort of handsomey French, too.
And, one must always talk about the cab ride home. We had a very nice African-Canadian man, who played the news radio so loudly it was distorted. We heard Obama in the US talking about his Middle East policy, we heard that the Batman star, Christiam Bale, is in trouble with the law. But I forgot the thing I wanted to share with you. Maybe I'll remember tomorrow.
Great great day. I'm brain damaged from all the tennis.
MORE:
We watched Verdasco in the Granstand, too. But not for long. This is because he was losing to Bolelli. And even though I worship the ground he walks on, and he had a great turquoise shirt and orange shorts outfit, super hottt, he was behaving a little princessy for my taste. I've seen others out on that court behave worse - Haas, Moya, even. It's loud. But Verdasco even had his hand on his hip and waited a looong time before continuing play. It seemed he was upset about people at the very top who were standing up and facing away from him, away from the court, and looking down at another court below. Now, this is a honorable tradition, sitting at the very top and looking below. So, Verdasco, you were wrong to be annoyed. Also, they were chatting. Maybe a bit loudly. But letting that stuff get to you is what makes you lose the match!!! That said, I would rub your sore feet and tell you all of this nicely and I don't hold it against you, really. I can't! I head your facebook fan group! I love you! (BTW- he went on the win the next two sets, after losing the first one 6.1!!!! Well, I gave up on you too early, Fernando. Sorry.)
Yours truly,
Paula
The best match by far was Andreev v. Monfils. What fantastic young men!! Such great great tennis. Rockytoad and I were freaked out by Andreev's forehand. Nothing is wierder. More spin, more action, more raquet head acceleration. I think about the matches I've seen-- I think about the times I've seen Nadal, up close, years ago, on a practice court. But Andreev? It's UNIQUE. The wiederst, nastiest shot I've seen. BUT- unpredictable. Errors, yes. And NO ONE fights like Monfils. By far, the best best match today. Just fantastic tennis from both men. Oh, and of course, Andreev signed balls. All of them. Because he's a man.
Back at the hotel, we rode the lift up with Erlich, the doubles specialist. Very smiley and sweet (we never bother the guys at the hotel, for the most part, just are grateful to be in their presence.) Then, on the elevator down to the fantastic restaurant, we - literally -- bumped into Clement. HOT. Although, I fear he is shorter than me. Oh well. I hate being tall. Also, when was the last time he shaved? He's still hot. And he smiled at ME? Oh, that's because I'm with two cute little ones.
Other sightings today:
Donald Young, in the golf cart, being driven away. I said (loudly, let it be known)- "How'd you do?" He looked up, and nodded his head, no. WAAH. But, I'm sure he fought hard. A second later, we saw a cart with an icy looking Giles Simon, the man who beat Young. Rockytoad said, "It doesn't look like he just won a match." Which was true. He looked- cold as ice, like in the song. Sort of handsomey French, too.
And, one must always talk about the cab ride home. We had a very nice African-Canadian man, who played the news radio so loudly it was distorted. We heard Obama in the US talking about his Middle East policy, we heard that the Batman star, Christiam Bale, is in trouble with the law. But I forgot the thing I wanted to share with you. Maybe I'll remember tomorrow.
Great great day. I'm brain damaged from all the tennis.
MORE:
We watched Verdasco in the Granstand, too. But not for long. This is because he was losing to Bolelli. And even though I worship the ground he walks on, and he had a great turquoise shirt and orange shorts outfit, super hottt, he was behaving a little princessy for my taste. I've seen others out on that court behave worse - Haas, Moya, even. It's loud. But Verdasco even had his hand on his hip and waited a looong time before continuing play. It seemed he was upset about people at the very top who were standing up and facing away from him, away from the court, and looking down at another court below. Now, this is a honorable tradition, sitting at the very top and looking below. So, Verdasco, you were wrong to be annoyed. Also, they were chatting. Maybe a bit loudly. But letting that stuff get to you is what makes you lose the match!!! That said, I would rub your sore feet and tell you all of this nicely and I don't hold it against you, really. I can't! I head your facebook fan group! I love you! (BTW- he went on the win the next two sets, after losing the first one 6.1!!!! Well, I gave up on you too early, Fernando. Sorry.)
Yours truly,
Paula
Monday, July 21, 2008
The Rogers Cup 2008, The Canadian Open
I am on the train with Rockytoad and Cheesewad, my two tennis miniatures. In fact, I am on a train that is on the border, right on the border, of Canada and the United States. Now, this is year four of my yearly sojourn to the Canada Open. I like the Canada Open because it is a Masters, so all the big guys are here, but it is only a week long , unlike the big two weeker Slams, and so the early round matches ROCK. It's cheaper - a lot cheaper- than the US Open. I stay at a hotel, which means-- Room Service, my Man!
So, here is the beginning of my trip: First the US Customs people came on the train. They consisted of three really broad shouldered HOT dudes in uniforms. Big guys. Intimidating. A good thing for their job. I was prepared. That is because once, I was not prepared. Once, I came to Canada spontaneously, with my minis, on an overnight Greyhound bus. At the border, I was harassed endlessly. They thought I was trying to illegally steal my children from my husband. It was humiliating and stressful and THEN- it was funny!!!! We laugh now. At the time, it sucked ass.
So now I have a signed fancy letter from the husband stating I may travel over the border with my sons. Anyway, every time since that awful first time, the trip has been different and better. I show them my tickets to the event -- they like that. That way, they don't think you are going there to sell stuff illegally or do something else bad.
After the big hot dudes left -bye bye guys! (this was, of course, after they pulled me aside and said, "Hey, you, we need to strip search you," and I said, "No! NO! I'm just going to the tennis event!" And they said, "What tennis event? Come here. NOW." And I, weak-kneed, followed them into this tiny little dark room at the back of the train....)
Then the Canadian Customs came on. They had a dog that sniffed around. He took something out of my handbag! I thought, maybe I had a candy bar? NOOO! It was my wallet!!! The lady said, "He smelled currency, Good doggy!" That's right, people carry large bags of cash over the border occasionally and - it's illegal!! So dogs smell for cash. I learned something new today and it's always good to learn something new.
Now, they took some poor family off of the train. I heard the man saying something about, " a mistake with the knives." Now, I'm telling you all this, but really, Amtrak is perfectly respectable. Yes, the bathrooms smell insanely badly. But it's respectable, people, it is. That bus ride where they thought I was stealing my kids from my husband? The overnight "milk run" that stopped every forty minutes, in every town? That lands on the border at 5am? That, people, was a bit direputable. But hey, I planned that one last minute- it was the only way to go.
Anyway, I'm still here, forty minutes later. I think it's the knives people that are holding everyone up. Oh man! I think we are leaving soon! Woo hoo! Toronto, here we come.
I'm staying at the player hotel. We don't "stalk" them. We just are near them. See them up close, overhear conversations. It's all good fun.
Tomorrow, I'll be at the event ALL DAY. And then, I'll hopefully let you know how things went.
Oh, we almost missed the train this morning, too. I had cleaned out my handbag- nice clean handbag for the trip- and one thing I did was shake the handbag over the garbage to get rid of all the crumbs. (Ah, I keep snacks in my purse. That's really quite normal, really!) Now, this morning, I couldn't find my car keys. And I looked. And looked. And started to freak out. And twenty minutes later I was screaming and cursing. Then I called a car service. I was gonna pay him 300 bucks to take me to Syracuse, where I was catching the train. Then, I decided to look through the garbage. I was digging my hands through wet, stinky coffee grinds and cereal goo and God knows what else, waiting for the cab, and I see my car key cuddled up next to the garbage can. IT all came flooding back, the purse shaking (I hadn't thought about that whilst searching). I ran out and we got in the car and I drove 75 miles an hour the whole way. The train was running late. We were fine. Except, I feel badly for the cab driver. I left some cash in an envelope. I did that cause I felt badly. But what I didn't do, is lock my front door. Which, uh, sucks. I plan on calling a neighbor.
In fact, in some ways, the beginning of this trip sucked ass as badly as the beginning of the trip where the border Customs people harassed me for over half an hour thinking I was trying to steal my children. It just sucked in a slightly different way- like it was all my fault sort of way. But, here we are, just about to be in Toronto....
LATER:
We are checked in. Food has been delivered. Tipsarevic lost and that makes me very angry. Also, they are not showing the Lopez/Stepanak match anywhere on the Telly. ALSO- tehy put me in a smoking room and say they can move me tomorrow. Now, well, I know this is because of a tennis player. So. Hmm. Anyway, it's a nice room and doesn't stink, but I hate moving rooms. Perhaps I'll stay. Also, I was thinking of the peeps who could be on this floor. Rafa and Feli's coach, whose name escapes me (not Uncle Tony, but the guy who comes when Uncle Tony can't make every event) -- he smokes. So does Ivan Luby's coach. So does Novak Dkokovic's mother!! Maybe this will be a fun floor to be on!!! That said, I may do the room change tomorrow.
I'd love to hear about any other players and their peeps who smoke! For instance, I remember about Olivier Mutis smoking right before his match before he beat Roddick at the French years ago. But Mutis is not here. He doesn't fly.
Yours truly,
Paula
So, here is the beginning of my trip: First the US Customs people came on the train. They consisted of three really broad shouldered HOT dudes in uniforms. Big guys. Intimidating. A good thing for their job. I was prepared. That is because once, I was not prepared. Once, I came to Canada spontaneously, with my minis, on an overnight Greyhound bus. At the border, I was harassed endlessly. They thought I was trying to illegally steal my children from my husband. It was humiliating and stressful and THEN- it was funny!!!! We laugh now. At the time, it sucked ass.
So now I have a signed fancy letter from the husband stating I may travel over the border with my sons. Anyway, every time since that awful first time, the trip has been different and better. I show them my tickets to the event -- they like that. That way, they don't think you are going there to sell stuff illegally or do something else bad.
After the big hot dudes left -bye bye guys! (this was, of course, after they pulled me aside and said, "Hey, you, we need to strip search you," and I said, "No! NO! I'm just going to the tennis event!" And they said, "What tennis event? Come here. NOW." And I, weak-kneed, followed them into this tiny little dark room at the back of the train....)
Then the Canadian Customs came on. They had a dog that sniffed around. He took something out of my handbag! I thought, maybe I had a candy bar? NOOO! It was my wallet!!! The lady said, "He smelled currency, Good doggy!" That's right, people carry large bags of cash over the border occasionally and - it's illegal!! So dogs smell for cash. I learned something new today and it's always good to learn something new.
Now, they took some poor family off of the train. I heard the man saying something about, " a mistake with the knives." Now, I'm telling you all this, but really, Amtrak is perfectly respectable. Yes, the bathrooms smell insanely badly. But it's respectable, people, it is. That bus ride where they thought I was stealing my kids from my husband? The overnight "milk run" that stopped every forty minutes, in every town? That lands on the border at 5am? That, people, was a bit direputable. But hey, I planned that one last minute- it was the only way to go.
Anyway, I'm still here, forty minutes later. I think it's the knives people that are holding everyone up. Oh man! I think we are leaving soon! Woo hoo! Toronto, here we come.
I'm staying at the player hotel. We don't "stalk" them. We just are near them. See them up close, overhear conversations. It's all good fun.
Tomorrow, I'll be at the event ALL DAY. And then, I'll hopefully let you know how things went.
Oh, we almost missed the train this morning, too. I had cleaned out my handbag- nice clean handbag for the trip- and one thing I did was shake the handbag over the garbage to get rid of all the crumbs. (Ah, I keep snacks in my purse. That's really quite normal, really!) Now, this morning, I couldn't find my car keys. And I looked. And looked. And started to freak out. And twenty minutes later I was screaming and cursing. Then I called a car service. I was gonna pay him 300 bucks to take me to Syracuse, where I was catching the train. Then, I decided to look through the garbage. I was digging my hands through wet, stinky coffee grinds and cereal goo and God knows what else, waiting for the cab, and I see my car key cuddled up next to the garbage can. IT all came flooding back, the purse shaking (I hadn't thought about that whilst searching). I ran out and we got in the car and I drove 75 miles an hour the whole way. The train was running late. We were fine. Except, I feel badly for the cab driver. I left some cash in an envelope. I did that cause I felt badly. But what I didn't do, is lock my front door. Which, uh, sucks. I plan on calling a neighbor.
In fact, in some ways, the beginning of this trip sucked ass as badly as the beginning of the trip where the border Customs people harassed me for over half an hour thinking I was trying to steal my children. It just sucked in a slightly different way- like it was all my fault sort of way. But, here we are, just about to be in Toronto....
LATER:
We are checked in. Food has been delivered. Tipsarevic lost and that makes me very angry. Also, they are not showing the Lopez/Stepanak match anywhere on the Telly. ALSO- tehy put me in a smoking room and say they can move me tomorrow. Now, well, I know this is because of a tennis player. So. Hmm. Anyway, it's a nice room and doesn't stink, but I hate moving rooms. Perhaps I'll stay. Also, I was thinking of the peeps who could be on this floor. Rafa and Feli's coach, whose name escapes me (not Uncle Tony, but the guy who comes when Uncle Tony can't make every event) -- he smokes. So does Ivan Luby's coach. So does Novak Dkokovic's mother!! Maybe this will be a fun floor to be on!!! That said, I may do the room change tomorrow.
I'd love to hear about any other players and their peeps who smoke! For instance, I remember about Olivier Mutis smoking right before his match before he beat Roddick at the French years ago. But Mutis is not here. He doesn't fly.
Yours truly,
Paula
Monday, July 7, 2008
Rafael Nadal wins Wimbledon 2008
First, doubley extra thanks to Rowan for his great post about Jelena! Rowan, you rock!
OH MY GOD!!!!!!! Rafael Nadal beat Federer on grass!!!!!!!! I am so happy for him. I like Roger Federerer, but I like Rafa a tiny bit more. Well, maybe even more that a tiny bit. It really isn't that big of a surprise, because he beat him so thoroughly at the French and even though the clay is different, the whomping that Rafa gave him must have given him confidence. And, more importantly, the last two years he has come so close to beating him on the grass. AND- he won the Queens club. AND- AND -AND!! He's a great tennis player. So, even if I don't find it surprising, I do find it awesome and it is a HUGE deal for Rafa, a huge deal for Spanish tennis- the last guy to win Wimby from Spain was- who? when?- not sure. Or if ever. I would love to hear from anyone who has that info.
I got in last night from my vacation. I had both finals taped. I watched the great tennis of the Williams sisters. I had SIX HOURS taped for the men. I did not get to see the whole match. This morning, I was feeling sad, confused and, honestly, hungover. I was sad to not have seen the whole match. BUT!!!!!! I am trying to focus on the positive and just be happy for RAFA!
Also, I feel the need to mention that Rockytoad and I spoke and he is sad for the Rog, who has not won a Grand Slam this year. And he said, I hope Rog wins The US Open. And, I might agree with Rockytoad on that one. I like Rog. I feel for him, too. I heard that he was really bummed in the post match interview. So, that sucks. Being bummed sucks. And I heart Rockytoad for being a feeling, compassionate person, which is the way to be in this world.
Soon, there will be lots of great hard court tennis.
Also, in a few weeks, I am going to Toronto to see the Masters LIVE! Not for the whole week, but still.
Yours Truly,
Paula
OH MY GOD!!!!!!! Rafael Nadal beat Federer on grass!!!!!!!! I am so happy for him. I like Roger Federerer, but I like Rafa a tiny bit more. Well, maybe even more that a tiny bit. It really isn't that big of a surprise, because he beat him so thoroughly at the French and even though the clay is different, the whomping that Rafa gave him must have given him confidence. And, more importantly, the last two years he has come so close to beating him on the grass. AND- he won the Queens club. AND- AND -AND!! He's a great tennis player. So, even if I don't find it surprising, I do find it awesome and it is a HUGE deal for Rafa, a huge deal for Spanish tennis- the last guy to win Wimby from Spain was- who? when?- not sure. Or if ever. I would love to hear from anyone who has that info.
I got in last night from my vacation. I had both finals taped. I watched the great tennis of the Williams sisters. I had SIX HOURS taped for the men. I did not get to see the whole match. This morning, I was feeling sad, confused and, honestly, hungover. I was sad to not have seen the whole match. BUT!!!!!! I am trying to focus on the positive and just be happy for RAFA!
Also, I feel the need to mention that Rockytoad and I spoke and he is sad for the Rog, who has not won a Grand Slam this year. And he said, I hope Rog wins The US Open. And, I might agree with Rockytoad on that one. I like Rog. I feel for him, too. I heard that he was really bummed in the post match interview. So, that sucks. Being bummed sucks. And I heart Rockytoad for being a feeling, compassionate person, which is the way to be in this world.
Soon, there will be lots of great hard court tennis.
Also, in a few weeks, I am going to Toronto to see the Masters LIVE! Not for the whole week, but still.
Yours Truly,
Paula
Thursday, July 3, 2008
So The Drama
Hi, Rowan here. Paula is on holiday in the sunny Caribbean so I’m having a go at the guest blogging thing again. I’m about to go on holiday myself, to chilly Tauranga. Happy holidays everybody.
How about that Wimbledon huh? Worth staying up for. Lots of upsets, no Serbs in the quarterfinals, who woulda thunk it? Actually Nenad Zimonjic is still representing in the doubles, good on him. I’ve been thinking about Jelena Jankovic, and how she is such a total drama queen. But she isn’t an obnoxious, horrible drama queen. She is a loveable, funny, awesome drama queen. Sure, she carries on a lot, but that’s what makes JJ so much fun. Jelena loves attention, loves the camera, and loves being out on court. After her loss to Tamarine Tanasugarn in the fourth round, JJ revealed that she was less than thrilled about having to play the match on lowly Court 18. “I was almost playing in the parking lot,” she announced in her post match interview. “I almost need a helicopter to go to my court.” The woman is a star, people!
One thing about Jelena Jankovic is that she is always injured. Every match, out comes the trainer. Nobody sells their injuries as dramatically as JJ. She winces, she limps, she makes a scene. In the second set of her third round match Jelena got her left leg wrapped up. She called the trainer back in the third set to undo the bandages, fearing for her circulation. “Look, look, look, it’s blue!” Jelena cried. After the match she said something like, “If I can’t move, it’s hard to play.” So true.
Sometimes people get fed up with JJ’s on-court antics and suggest that her histrionics cross the lines of sportsmanship, or sportswomanship. Like how she’ll be struggling to stand on her blue leg between points, but then she’ll move with the speed and grace of a hungry cheetah during an important rally. I don’t know if Jelena plays up her injuries with gamesmanship in mind, I just think she is that kind of person, the kind who makes a scene about everything. If she stubbed her toe while shopping she would shriek and carry on and sit down and someone would bring her a plaster. She’s just an over-the-top kind of girl. May she never change.
How about that Wimbledon huh? Worth staying up for. Lots of upsets, no Serbs in the quarterfinals, who woulda thunk it? Actually Nenad Zimonjic is still representing in the doubles, good on him. I’ve been thinking about Jelena Jankovic, and how she is such a total drama queen. But she isn’t an obnoxious, horrible drama queen. She is a loveable, funny, awesome drama queen. Sure, she carries on a lot, but that’s what makes JJ so much fun. Jelena loves attention, loves the camera, and loves being out on court. After her loss to Tamarine Tanasugarn in the fourth round, JJ revealed that she was less than thrilled about having to play the match on lowly Court 18. “I was almost playing in the parking lot,” she announced in her post match interview. “I almost need a helicopter to go to my court.” The woman is a star, people!
One thing about Jelena Jankovic is that she is always injured. Every match, out comes the trainer. Nobody sells their injuries as dramatically as JJ. She winces, she limps, she makes a scene. In the second set of her third round match Jelena got her left leg wrapped up. She called the trainer back in the third set to undo the bandages, fearing for her circulation. “Look, look, look, it’s blue!” Jelena cried. After the match she said something like, “If I can’t move, it’s hard to play.” So true.
Sometimes people get fed up with JJ’s on-court antics and suggest that her histrionics cross the lines of sportsmanship, or sportswomanship. Like how she’ll be struggling to stand on her blue leg between points, but then she’ll move with the speed and grace of a hungry cheetah during an important rally. I don’t know if Jelena plays up her injuries with gamesmanship in mind, I just think she is that kind of person, the kind who makes a scene about everything. If she stubbed her toe while shopping she would shriek and carry on and sit down and someone would bring her a plaster. She’s just an over-the-top kind of girl. May she never change.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
I AM FAR AWAY FROM MY TV.....
And this is the bad thing. The good thing is I am on a beautiful beach on the Carribean...
Rowan, if you are out there and want to guest blog, please do!!! Soon, I will try and find a TV, but it´s hard. Computers are easier to find!! But, honestly, I am on the beach A LOTTT!!!
Yours Truly,
Paula
Rowan, if you are out there and want to guest blog, please do!!! Soon, I will try and find a TV, but it´s hard. Computers are easier to find!! But, honestly, I am on the beach A LOTTT!!!
Yours Truly,
Paula
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