Cowabunga!

I went to the beach for the first time this summer today. Actually, the excursion started out as a trip to the Hancock pool at the base. I checked out Cherry Point's website earlier and it said the pool was open from noon to seven pm. So, we loaded up in the van and Becca drove us there. We get there, and the sign says they're open from four to seven pm. So, we turn around, pass home, and go to the beach, which is where we wanted to go in the first place except Grandma Betty preferred the pool. Becca and I were the only ones to play in the waves, but boy was it fun! I had forgotten the thrill of a wave crashing over my head, the surf pounding in my ears - it was wonderful. I rode a few waves into shore and that was amazing! There is nothing quite like feeling the magnificent and raw power of a wave pick you up and carry you as if you were one being - it's just so cool! But I think they were rogue waves - in the sense that they acted as rogues do - trying to disrobe my sister and myself, how rude! Anyway, that was that. We went home and I got dinner started and made the best spaghetti sauce I've ever made with some pretty good French bread. And then Rebecca goes to fill up Mom's van with gas, and Rob goes with her to fill up a separate container so I can have gas to cut grass tomorrow. Rob took the Shell card to pay for the gas he pumped into the container, and then lays the card on the pump, and promptly forgets about it. He gets in the van and asks Becca if he gave the card to her. To make a long story short, Dad drove up there and the three of them searched the area and couldn't find a trace of it. Dad was pissed, and everyone else was disappointed to say the least. Dad had to cancel the card and send for a new one. Was Rob sorry? Well, let's just say the word never passed his lips, and no hint of remorse ever graced his countenance. I'm going to leave it at that because if I don't, I'll say what I really think, and they're aren't enough special keys to block out my expletives. I just hope something changes in his attitude and mind and personality before I'm driven to do something violent; and don't think I won't.

In other news, Rebecca is Salutatorian (it's not quite official yet, but we're pretty certain). I helped her write her speech yesterday, and we're both quite happy with it. I'm hoping to catch it on video and then post it here so you can see it. I can't wait!