Oh today, what a day!

So all is well. Life is great as can be right now. A bunch of wonderful things happened all at once and I'm loving it. First, I finally went and bought that netbook I'd been eyeing since October. I love it. Sure, for you computer people out there, it isn't the best piece of equipment out there, but I don't need a lot of programs or memory space, since I really only use the thing for the internet, microsoft word, and solitaire. So this is the perfect thing for me. Some folk say it's got a small keypad. I think it's perfect for my hands. I LOVE THIS COMPUTER! And my mom is pretty much amazing and bought me a case for it, so I'm all of 20% cooler than I was originally. Yay life! I'm loving it.
My little sister is on the girl's track team and she's a thrower. She'd mentioned to me that the boosters don't really treat the throwers like the rest of the team, they don't bring them snacks or drinks or anything. She'd also mentioned that some girls on her team said they needed a massage and she'd dropped that she might have a sweet hookup for everyone. Well, that just opened the door for something amazing.
Completely unknown to my sister, I really want to do athletic massage. I prefer to work on athletes and really, really would actually want to work for UNM or NMSU athletics, working with the football or basketball teams. How awesome that would be! and here comes my little track sister, opening the door for me. So I called her coach and volunteered to work on the throwers. I'd just bring my chair and be there through practice just for them. JUST for them.
I went today and the girls loved it. All the other teams had to run past while girls were being worked on and they just soaked in all the jealousy. Every time someone asked if they could have a massage, my answer was that it was for the girl throwers. They couldn't believe that this was JUST for them. When they had to practice with crappy discuses (sp?) and be forgotten by the boosters, THEY have a massage therapist for them. Personally, I think massage is infinitely better than an apple any day.
I'll be there every Tuesday and Thursday, and the day before a meet. This is all just so exciting! Mary thinks she's got it good, but she did me the bigger favor.
The throwing coach, L, talked with the running coach, C, and while they both agreed that the entire team would benefit from massage, neither of them have a problem with me not working on runners until I'm VERY established with the throwers. Until I AM the thrower's MT, and that's what I'm known as, the runners aren't getting it. When my girls asked how long I would be with them, I said "Until the boosters treat you like the rest of the team." They just laughed.
AND DALLAS WAS SELECTED FOR SPECIAL FORCES TRAINING!!!! He's in Medic and Arabic. The kid is a freaking superhero. Can you believe it?! MY BROTHER IS A FRICKIN' MARVEL MAN. He's been going through this training hell out there, he earned his wings, and he's been selected for training. Less than 2% of the American population joins the Army, of that, less than 2% try for special forces training, and of those that do, less than 1% make it. THAT, my dears, is ELITE. Go figure that Dallas wouldn't choose the easy route. Had to go and be amazing, didn't he?
And Arabic is the hardest language they've got out there. He wanted to do French, but the way they determine what language you should be taught is a test. What they do is they make up a language and test you on how well you learned it. Based on certain points and figures in that test comes the outcome of what the Army will teach you to speak. Amazing. AND he's doing medical. He's got 75 credit hours of pre-med to take before he even gets into the medical side. This kid... really doesn't take the slacker's route. He's amazing.
And I got a 96 on my Integumentary test tonight. Things are just getting better and better. I can believe it. All is well.