So I mentioned on Monday that I watched the French Open on Sunday. What you do not yet know is the role tennis has played in my life over the years.

You see, I come from a family of exceptional tennis players. Exceptionally competitive, that is. Remember the ping pong tournaments? Practice for the courts. Also remember how I mentioned that I do a lot of trash talking in ping pong? Well tennis is a whole ‘nother racket sport entirely, my friends. I don’t even try talking trash, because then you could retort with something like “oh yeah? I bet my baby sister could kick your butt” and you know what, that’s probably an accurate assessment.

I love tennis, but the sport does not come naturally to me. The concept of getting a furry neon ball into a very specific space that is 50 feet away from me and protected by a waist-high barrier, aka “the net” is like asking me to skydive and land on the Empire State Building’s observation deck. Depending on how the wind’s blowing- I’m just never going to hit it. If possible, I like to make sure I have two courts side by side to use, because the person playing against me will probably need to run onto the adjoining court in order to return my shot. I mean, you don’t have to play the “out” balls if you don’t want to, but we’re not going to have many rallies if you insist on being a stickler like that.

Growing up, every Thanksgiving and every Mothers Day weekend we would play a family game of tennis. I am not kidding when I say they had to draw straws to decide who got stuck with me on their team.

Like, just to paint you a mental picture here:

My mom- her net game is famous, her victory dance is legendary.

My dad- a year round tennis/paddle tennis player.

My brother- natural athlete, can pick up a piece of athletic equipment for a sport he’s never played before and dominate.

My sister- at 12 she was playing against boys on the varsity team at my high school.


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Of course we’d just play for bragging rights, but bragging rights are a big thing in my family. I still haven’t lived down the paddle tournament of ’01 when my hands were too cold to hold the racket properly, which led to a loss of epic proportions for Team Charlotte. Using cold hands as an excuse around my fam is the equivalent of being the 1953 armistice in the eyes of North Korea. It’s invalid.

If you are cold, it simply means you’re not running around the court fast enough. Or so my mom says.

So on my side of the court there’s usually a lot of this:


And this:


Aaand this:


Meanwhile on the other side of the net, there’s this:


And occasionally this:

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Therefore, I have nothing but total awe and respect for the pro tennis players of the world. It is very hard to do what they do. Unfortunately for all the regular tennis players, I LOVE to play. So you might meet me on a court one day. If that’s the case, I look forward to meting your baby sister.

How do you feel about tennis- yay or nay? Are you good?

Whats your favorite racket sport?

Random question- do you watch the Voice? Did you watch last night?? (I’m so psyched with the results!)


So, a long, long time ago, back when the 1990’s was still a decade in it’s infancy, when nobody knew what the heck the internet was and the concept of partying like it’s 1999 still seemed like a futuristic science fiction event, my siblings and I were obsessed with the movie, Ladybugs.

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Obsessed. It’s the story of one ragtag group of girls who went from zeros to heroes after, unbeknownst to them, a boy in a wig joined their soccer team and they all suddenly gained confidence and athleticism and (spoiler alert) won the championship.

ladybugs team

I have no idea why we were so obsessed never bought the movie because for about a year whenever my parents would take us to the video rental store, it was the only movie my sister, brother and I wanted to rent.

I remember one time my dad was so sick of this movie that he insisted we choose something else. I can’t remember what we ended up getting, but I remember we were back at the rental store a couple hours later to exchange it for Ladybugs.

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Anyways I bring this up because my favorite show in the world, Happy Endings, had the most brilliant Ladybugs reference a couple weeks ago. My sister and I were so excited. I was not planning on dedicating an entire post to it, I simply felt that the reference should get the attention and accolades it deserves, but suddenly here we are, an entire post. You’re welcome?


Anyways, in the episode a couple weeks ago, Max (above), the lovable curmudgeon said something witty. And then Brad (the lovable upbeat guy) says:

“He’s not lying. He once Ladybugs’d himself into a junior high girls soccer tournament, bet against the team, and threw the game.”

Worlds best movie reference. Ever. Like every other line in that show, it’s delivered quickly and efficiently so the brilliance and wit of the sentence doesn’t even necessarily hit you in it’s entirety until a second later. (No, I can’t explain what I mean by an “efficient line delivery”… just watch the show, you’ll get it.)

My sister immediately texted me after the episode and said “I thought we were the only people who ever saw that movie, much less appreciated it.” Oh, Sister. Everybody appreciated Ladybugs. Rodney Dangerfield + Jackée Harry = cinematic gold.

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Anyways the point is: everybody watch Happy Endings. ABC keeps moving it around in the schedule and I’m so worried it’s going to get cancelled. Seriously, watch it. Everybody watch it. It currently airs on Friday nights at 8 and again at 8:30. (Oh, you have a life? S’cool, just watch it later using the show recording device of your choosing. No excuses, just watch it.)

remember when Friends did the promo picture of the cast walking down the street in fancy clothes?? on happy endings they sit on the sidewalk in fancy clothes. ahh its so witty and now.

remember when Friends did the promo picture of the cast walking down the street in fancy clothes?? on happy endings they sit on the sidewalk in fancy clothes. ahh its so witty and now.

And you’ll get a great hour-long ab workout because you won’t stop laughing! (Aaand yes, with that sentence I’m considering my fitness words quota met for today.)

Do you watch Happy Endings?? Have you seen Ladybugs? What sort of nostalgia comes to mind when you think about the early 90s?