What a great day, Part II

I've wanted to learn how to play tennis for over a decade now. My husband surprised me with a tennis racket as a birthday gift. It was funny, we ran over to the post office to pick up some mail and he asked me to help him fix the backseat while he went in to get our mail. I didn't suspect anything as we had to re-arrange our seats in order to fit our stools and winerack into the truck. Well, I can't get the seat to go down all the way so I lift it up and see a tennis racket and card, addressed to me! It's only the sweetest card he's ever gotten me and I am so pleased. I call out to him across the parking lot and he has a huge grin on his face. I continue to think there is a problem with the other set of seats and I can't figure out what's wrong with them, so I lift up the seats and discover another tennis racket-we can both play! I love surprises and he got me. We played for two hours and I was absolutely AWFUL until I learned that if I squared my hips with the net, I could control where my ball went. Genius!
I am now trained in crisis prevention intervention. They should throw some more "-tion's" in there. Basically it's managing students when their behavior escalates and becomes verbal and then physical. I received similar training during my short stint at Greater Clark, but this was a little different and a bit easier to remember. I hope not to have to ever use it, but the odds are that I will have to. Did you know when you are being bitten (bit?) to push into the biter and it'll relax their mouth and teeth so you can pull out with one swift movement? I didn't know that either.
Ugly pity party reared her yucky head again. I think it was a culmination of exasperation, homesickness, and uncertainity. I used to pout, a lot, when I was little and whenever I pouted, my dad would always say, "You better watch out for that lip because a bird is going to land on it." I truly believed him and to this day remember the vision of a blackbird with yucky talons grabbing onto my lip. I was gullible. Still am, probably always will be. That's just part of who I am. Well, there are bats here. Yes, BATS. The big scary bats who fly around at night. I sure as heck don't want a scary bat landing on my lip so I'm going to quit my pouting.
I'm really not familiar with coastal living in the least bit. Midwestern life doesn't lend that particular opportunity. I'm fine with that and more of a lake person than beach person. Anyways, I am doing some mundane chore this afternoon and happen to look outside and see this in my line of sight:
We are bad, bad people. We are siphoning internet off of unsuspecting neighbors. I hope I don't go to Japanese jail for this.


Took 3.5 weeks but we finally made it to the beach. It was awesome and I saw more seashells than my whole 26 years combined. You will visit here when you visit us.
Well, let's see what's happened since we last spoke. Well, I talked and you listened...