Well, he didn't come to my window last night. But he did go to my daughter's window.
Remember how I told you that tennis is just like life? And that it teaches you important life lessons, like cheaters sometimes prosper, and dinkers are stinkers and line judges are true?
And remember when my daughter was laying in the car having all those charlie horses and she said Whoever thought of tennis is a genius, because it's just like life. You go up and down. And when you're down you have to fight to get back up. And it's all up to you to win the battle.
I was hoping she would be able to learn about life through tennis instead of learning about life through life, but nope, she's learning about life through life.
Long, emotional story short, someone sabbatogged her and she's been disqualified from the state tennis tournament due to a technicality. We thought we had all our ducks in a row, but we missed a form that nobody knew we were s'pose to fill out. Except anonymous. Anonymous knows everything. And when anonymous speaks, people listen. Especially da man! When anonymous says jump, da man says how high?
In defense of anonymous, usually he's just concerned. A concerned citizen or parent or coach or administrator. I appriciate his/her concern about my daughter's success. It would be a shame to let her gain confidence in herself and faith in people. That's not reality and the sooner she learns this the better.
I appreciate Jiminy Cricket trying to fill her head with Disney platitudes, but anonymous makes a good point. And rules are rules.
But I jest peeps. I jest.
What I meant to say was, whatev! Our bad. Waka Waka! We're over it. Life is too short to NOT be over it. In fact at this very moment I'm pumping my fist to Shakira.
I spent the last 24 hours trying to stick it to da man. He stuck it to me, but to his credit, he did it with exceeding politeness.
Least I tried. I ACTUALLY TRIED! (I cried too, but then I tried. To fight back. Against the system.) Martha and Colleen taught me how to do that. Thanks Martha and Colleen! LY!
You know what's weird? The trying is what got me over it.
My daughter is a ROCK STAR! She took the news like a ROCK STAR! LY daughter o' mine. What a good sport. Her biggest concern was for her innocent partner, who also got disqualified, even though she had all the forms filled out properly.
Toldya life stinks.
J/K, peeps. Life is bee-U-tiful (when it's not busy stinking)).
Okay, so what would Monty Python say? That's what I asked my daughter last night.
"Always look on the bright side?" she said.
"That's right," I said.
"So what's the bright side?" she said.
I thought she'd never ask. The bright side is that her 16th birthday is coming up. And we just so happened to have her gift already wrapped and ready to present to her because I've been DYING to present it to her. Literally ticking-away-the-days-on-the-calendar-DYING. Soooooooooo we threw her a surprise birthday party last night and presented her gift to her.
Guess what it is! Guess! Guess! Guess! I'll give you a hint. It involves frequent flyer miles.
That's right! We're sending her back to Hawaii for five days to see her friends.
And, and, and she gets to see the Laie temple open house. EEEEEE! (That was a squeal.) And, and, and, the Haunted Lagoon at the PCC. And she'll be there for her best friend's birthday, and the Laie 7th ward fast and testimony meeting, and one of the many many many Hawaii school breaks.
So do you want to see how she reacted?