you go girl

francesca sciavone. remember that name. it's my prediction for the women's singles champion of the 2011 australian open. are you watching? we are. sciavone won after 4 hours and 44 minutes of play (the 3rd set alone was 3 hours). she fought for every point. they played 47 games of tennis. the final score.... 6-4,1-6,16-14. no tiebreaker in the 3rd set. way to go, sciavone.

*image from here

this weekend...

image via here

there's an introductory hot yoga class at a nearby studio. i want steve and i to go. i'd like to try it. see if i can yoga. see if i can withstand the 105 degree room. it'll be challenging. i'm that person that likes to feel the air move, feel a slight breeze, to "prove" that there's air around me and i'm not going to suffocate. remember the movie the abyss? they were constantly underwater, swimming thru tight spaces, barely getting to their next air pocket to breathe. terrifying. my fingers hurt from gripping the seat for 2 hours.

can i be in a stuffy, hot room for 1.5 hours? i'll try. cause from what i hear it's healthy, it's challenging, it's good for you. it has nothing to do with the fact that i want to see steve trying to get into the above position. nothing.

tennis anyone?

pixel here, everyone. this is the glazed over look you get when you've been watching too much tennis. like 5 or 6 hours every night. mommy and daddy are sooo into it. they finally agree on something to watch on tv. mommy used to play a lot of tennis growing up. she claims she was really good. i'll need to see video to believe that. some of her fondest childhood memories were apparently riding her bike to the local courts with her sister and neighbor every summer night and playing til the lights went off. hmmm. hard to believe her doing THAT much physical activity.

here i'm trying really hard to stay awake and watch this 5th set, but it's after midnight here. past my bedtime. not that i need my beauty sleep. i'm cute enough as is.
what? federer beat davydenko.
ok, great, let me go back to sleep.
we've seen a lot of fist pumping too. like, a lot. seriously. a lot.
so much fist pumping that i won't be surprised when mommy fist pumps after mopping the floor.

(tennis images via here)