A Bit of Hodge Podge

Lots has happened this week and a lot, if not all, of it is positive! Let's start with Saturday. I work my usual shift from 6-10am and then drove home so fast to change into my softball gear and play ball. We lost both games, but that's ok; I could play the best game and lose and still be happy. It's when I play poorly that I get upset, even when we win. But I got my shit together and I was playing left center at first and then over to right field and I caught everything that came my way. It was great to be able to catch again and I hope that this carries over to my co-ed league! After that, since my family comes and watches me when I play my women's league games, we went to get J&T's ice cream after the game. Boy do I love ice cream :). Once I got home, I saw that my bathing suit had come in and I was so excited to try it on and lay out in the sunshine! It's really cute. It's Roxy brand and it's white crochet. The top is a bandeau that has strings that go up around the neck, if need be (but they hardly ever go up there since I don't want tan lines!) and the bottoms are very small... much smaller than I'm used to and they tie on both sides. Now when I say small, I mean that they fit just fine, it's just that they hardly cover ANYTHING... I really have to watch my bikini line so I don't miss any spots in the shower THAT'S how small this thing is. It's taken a while to get used to them, but so far they haven't fallen down or anything! Anyway, so this whole weekend I've been hanging out with my exchange student a lot and Sunday we spent practically the whole day together laying out in the sun and cleaning up the house and watching movies together. It's so nice hanging out with her and I'm really glad that I get to be home so much more often now. I'm really going to miss her when she leaves. Oh! We've also been working out together almost every day, which is great because I know I won't do it without a buddy with me. Same with sunbathing, I hate laying in the hot sun sweating with no one to talk to. It's so boring and I can only read while I'm lying on my stomach. Ok, on to Monday. Monday was Memorial Day. Sunday night, LaLa and I twisted our hair up in bobbi pins for pins curls the next day and they turned out great. I layed out for a little while before I finished cleaning off the deck for the cook out we were hosting later on. Only a little bit of my family came over, but it was nice to spend time with them. After about 7:00 and I still hadn't received a Skype call yet from Zac, I was just ready to be alone. I went up in my room and just stared off into space. He did finally call at about 8:00, but I had just read some things that deeply upset me (How ignorant people can't differentiate between what our military does and what our politicians order I have no idea, but it's a battle not worth fighting. If they're really that dumb and willing to argue with potentially similarly dumb people, then by all means, go for it. I'm not going to even try to change your ignorant ass... don't tell me that "If you don't want to see more caskets, then stop invading places" etc when you're commenting on a picture of a fallen marine's casket. Leave that shit for the president's picture, unless you're too much of a pansy ass to do that.) and I had just started to cry a little and seeing his face and hearing him ask "What's wrong, beautiful?" after just one look at my face and just a few words out of my mouth got me going. I feel I was entitled to a good cry. Before Monday, I hadn't cried since April Fool's Day when he played that mean nasty trick on me (love you, babe). He really helped me feel better. After w hung up and decided he'd call me the next day to sort out what was going on after he come back stateside, I went into my exchange student's room and she was about to read our friend's Tarot cards. It was really cool and, since I'd cried, I felt better and a little more social. The next day, I was supposed to be at work at 6am, so I drove all the way there and ended up not being needed, which I was fine with. I was the walking dead at that point because I was still so drained from crying the day before so I drove back home and told my dad to wake me up whenever he was ready to drive out to Dick's to get him some new tennis shoes and me some new softball spikes (since mine finally shit the bed on Saturday morning). We went out to Dick's and the lady measured my foot and I told her that I could fit in kid's sizes, too, and that would probably be best. She agreed, because she said my feet were really small and narrow and kid's sizes would accommodate those criteria. What size did I end up getting? A kid's 5.5. At how much, you may ask? $14.99. And they're Adidas. I was so proud. :) After that, I picked LaLa up from school and we came home, went to WalMart with mom and our little brother, Xander, and when we got back, LaLa and I worked out and in the middle of it I got my Skype call :) So we talked about everything we needed to talk about and set our plans in sand.