My car, your yard

Never, in all of the cities I have ever lived, visited, passed through, flown over, or slept in (haha - get it? No? Okay) have I seen so many vehicles parked in yards. Honestly... why? What's the point or the benefit to parking your ride in your grass? I understand that Seattle is cloudy and gray most of the year and therefore the grass gets little sunlight, but why kill even that by parking your huge, stinking, drippy, exhausty vehicle in your front lawn? I honestly don't get it. Besides the frequent "Grass Parkers" there are those who deign to just park their rides half in the street and half on the sidewalk. Fuckin tards.

Fuckin christ, it feels so good to be able to just let loose with the verbal abuse.

As you know by now, I work with kids. Or well, I will be. My team "Young Heroes" will be working with middle school students in a service learning and community building type of environment. Right now we are going through a lot of planning and recruitment needed to run a successful program. So, I've definitely got to start watching my word usage. Anyone who knows me also knows that I like to cuss. It's just there and it's natural. Sometimes there's nothing better than a powerful exclamation of the word FUCK. Or shit, or bitch, or bastard, or damnit, or cunt, or any other verbal attack you can think of. I'm working hard at curbing my tongue while at work. I still slip occasionally but I am getting a lot better at not cussing. However, sometimes I just need to let it out.

Sunday, I had tryouts for a gay league soccer team. I got asked to come back, which is fantastic, but it was a bit of a weird experience. I wasn't allowed to play rough (what the fuck, right?). A lot of the guys are also out of town in Argentina for a tournament so when they get back, the scouts get back for the more competitive teams. I'd love to play on a team that is a challenge. Sunday wasn't really that hard. My only problem was overworking myself. I also ended up getting beaned in the face with a soccer ball, a twisted knee, a blood blister the size of Texas, and a black toe-nail that I am sure is going to fall off.

Aside from that, I've been doing a ton of recruiting. Recruiting for Young Heroes means going to middle schools during special event nights and running a table while engaging students or going to schools during their lunch periods and basically ambushing students while they are eating lunch. The lunch thing has been the easiest for me so far. I actually enjoy talking to these kids, the 8th graders especially. I can't wait for the program to turn from recruitment into service, however. I think that aspect is what I really came here for although I can see how I will grow extremely from what I am doing now.

Library is kicking me out. Finish later.