ammogirl

Whoo boy, I’ll tell you this–without John here to provide an adult ear for my constant chatter, I sort of break.  I got to work today and talked ENDLESSLY.  I couldn’t figure it out, either, why I couldn’t shut up, until BLAM!  It hit me all at once.  I’m like a…an answering machine!  Except I’m leaving all these messages to myself, and I don’t get to play them until I get to work.  It’s fun!  (for me).

So.  The girls take tennis lessons, right?  And John plays tennis and they’re all always like, YOU should play tennis and I’m like, ha ha ha, that’s so funny, sports!  And then Dieter, their coach, mentioned that when the girls go visit their dad for the summer I’ll have all this free time on my hands and why not start lessons then?  Hmmm?  And I smiled and said, surreeee, that sounds good, Dieter, and then laughed to myself because HA HA HA, sports!  And then yesterday Dieter called me up and asked could I stop by the courts today and sign a form and I said sure and after PT today I drove over there all sweaty and endorphiny and Dieter said oh by the way, what are you doing tonight at 6?  I stupidly said, mmmm, nothing?  And Dieter said, great!  You’re first lesson is tonight!

Sports! Ha ha ha!

I said hmmm I’ll have to see when I get home, the girls, you know?  And Dieter said okay, just give me a call then, tschuss!  And I jumped in my car fully intending to call him up and say hi Dieter, mmm ya know, I’m not going to make it but then I started thinking, wait, what do I actually have to do tonight?  And I thought, well, I did tell the girls I was going to make stir-fry for dinner and then this little voice in the OTHER part of my head said but what about the leftover chicken & dumplings you made last night that was super fabulous?  Couldn’t they just eat that?  And the sane part of me said, but the leftovers were for DIY night, and that’s tomorrow, not tonight and the other part said, um, that’s sort of stupid, just switch the schedule and sane part said hush, you.  And then after a moment of silence the other part said but…what about Adventurey ammogirl?  The New Year’s resolution?  And sane part said, “___”.

So then I thought, am I really going to take a TENNIS LESSON tonight?  Really? And then I got very nervous and anxious and felt very outside the lines and okay I will admit, a little excited, okay?

I got home and called the girls down and said so dinner tonight is DIY, I switched it around because GUESS WHAT!  I’m taking a tennis lesson tonight and the girls were all what?  Sports!  ha ha ha!  And then they realized I was serious and got all giddily smiley for me and said of COURSE we can have leftovers for dinner because your chicken & dumplings are FABULOUS.  I ran upstairs and got ready and as I was walking out the door Lindsey was giving me pointers, like, don’t get frustrated when you don’t hit the ball, mom and make sure you bend your knees mom and I said yes, yes, thank you bye!

When I walked in the tennisschule Dieter was very business like and got me my shoes and racket (racquet? yeah, that) and showed me the basics and I was already warning him about the lack of coordination and klutzy and non-athletic and he said psshhh, it’s the first lesson, we don’t care about these things so off we went.

And hot fucking DAMN but I…was actually not too bad.  I’m not bragging!  Dieter said if this was school and he was giving grades I would get a B, and sometimes maybe my backhand would be an A-.  I know, wtf?!  Sports!

Yep.

Okay I have to go.  I have weak wrists right now from all the SPORTS I was doing.

Tschuss!!