Life is an adventure. Unless you do the exact same thing every day.

When I trained for my job, they warned us about multiple ways we could have accidents, all terrifying.  We were shown a whole slew of photos of overturned mail trucks, some with the horrendous word 'fatal' written on them.  We were warned, of course, about dogs and how to spot the telltale signs that a dog is going to bite you.  We were educated on heat exhaustion and heat stroke, as well as how to avoid it.  And last, but not least, we were warned of slip/trip hazards.  Just one twisted ankle means I have no job.  Here are a few things they didn't warn us about:

-Trees can move when you're looking at the mail.  So can parked vehicles.
-Tree branches can take the sunglasses right off of your face, as well as pull your hair and leave you unable to walk any further.
-Little kids will tell their mother on you if you give the mail to their older sibling.
-Crazy old ladies will slam the door in your face, lock it, then look out the window and say, "Have a wonderful day!"
-People will offer you beer.  Nicer people will offer you water.
-You will see your friends drive by and wave at them, then realize it's not them at all.  (Amanda E., I hope you're reading this...I have waved at you at least twenty times, but it's never actually been you)!

And that's all I can think of right now.  This was a great week.  I learned a lot of new area and met a lot of new (some crazy, some not) people.  There are some stories that I don't dare tell, just in case anybody reading this might know who I'm writing about, but just know that this is a very bizarre world that we live in.  Only ten weeks in and I have been speechless more times than I can count.  Every day is a true adventure.  Out of the blue the other day, Kenny said, "You could probably get your job back at Nelnet if you tried."  Um...no thanks.  Every day was exactly the same and that's just no way to live. And now that my feet are no longer aching and the heat doesn't seem to bug me, I sometimes feel like I'm just taking a really long walk and observing the world around me.  Just yesterday, a hilarious man was in his yard, watering his garden.  He saw me and sang in an operatic tone (like seriously, SANG), "You're here!  You're here!  You're finally heeeeeere!!!"  And then he sang about watering his lawn and then he sang about droughts.  I told him, "I'm sure it will rain right after you're done watering."  He turned his hose on me but couldn't reach, as I was already walking into the street.  He yelled after me, "I hope it pours and soaks your ass!"  I laughed, then immediately felt three raindrops and it wasn't so funny anymore.  I looked back at the man, who was looking at the sky and saying, "No waaaay!" but then I never felt anymore raindrops.  Still, funny shit.

And in case you're not my friend on facebook, here is an updated photo of Jakobi's garden:

Everything's growing.  I've never been able to grow anything, but it's all blooming and I am just amazed.  I try not to think about how many days until his due date (twenty-two) and I try not to worry about how I will feel on that actual day, but at the very least, I am thankful that it falls on a Sunday because I just can't imagine toting mail with tears falling down my face.  BUT...when I really think about this, I feel that Jakobi is responsible for all of my recent life changes.  Especially my job and my great outlook on life.  I am no longer 'eating for two', but instead 'living for two'.  If he can't be here with me, then darn it, I'm going to be happy and adventurous enough for the both of us!  There is good in every bad thing that happens.  There really, really is.  You've only got to realize it.  And I'll leave you with that thought.  Happy Weekend!