Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Where is the summer?

The summer has flown by this year. It is already close to the beginning of school. Every year my dad tells the story of how, when he went to school, he didn't begin until the day after Labor Day. School started in September! Then, it was always out in the middle of May. Well, not anymore, my friend. School is only 180 days, but it seems so spread out, making it feel like way more than 180 days. Sure, we get little breaks here and there, but more times than not, those breaks seem way too short. For instance, long ago I can remember when it seemed like three weeks were given for Christmas vacation. Now, most schools get out one or two days before Christmas Eve. No time to plan, shop, or relax before the holiday. Then, students and teachers must return right after the first of the year. Amazing!
As I get older, time seems to fly. It gets faster and faster each year I am older. I'm not really liking it too well.

Monday, July 14, 2008


I forgot to post something...
I read the book, Eat, Love, Pray on vacation. I recommend it to people who enjoy learning about other cultures, who may be searching for inspiration, and who love a genuine good story. It is nonfiction and is categorized under "memoir" or "spirituality". It could be categorized under so many more things, though. I loved the book and marked several pages to remember specific passages. It is a book that I can re-read in two years and it will speak to me differently each time. Go buy it or get it from your library. You'll be glad you did.


I am worrying. It is getting closer to the start of the new school year and I will be at a new teaching job. Trying to get organized and remembering everything that needs to be done is weighing on my mind. It's like I want to be perfect, even though I know no one is "perfect", but... I just want everything to go well. And starting in a new place is difficult. I don't know the ins and outs of the place, I don't know the students, the staff, the building, etc. I am unsure of the way the place runs, the nuances, and more. Frightened? Yes. Excited? Yes. Eager? Yes. Worried? Yes. But it is a good worry, I think. I have much to do and not much time to do it in.

Friday, July 04, 2008

July 4th in another part of the U.S.

Happy Independence Day to all from Birmingham, Alabama. Tomorrow we will arrive at our destination. The drive today wasn't bad at all. I slept quite a bit, so it broke up the monotonity of the drive. We at a BBQ place called Dreamland tonight. It is pretty much on campus of University of Alabama Birmingham. That campus is an urban campus with pretty buildings. Some college folks across the street from the restaurant were having a small party. I so badly wanted to run up their long steps to the porch and ask for a cold drink. I refrained. I'm too old for that kind of thing, after all.
I can't wait to be at the beach. It is calling...

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Outta Here

In around twenty-four hours I will be setting sail with my family to greener pastures. No, not moving, just vacation. We are going to Gulf Shores, Alabama. This trip was a last minute planning device set off by The Husband. I had resisted the trip since its mention, but finally agreed to its existence. I had a couple of conditions to which He must agree before I moved forward into accepting the invitation.
1- no griping about money in the near future when things came up that were needed
2- I was adamant about not liking the long car drive. - I will take Tylenol PM and sleep - no driving for me nor keeping my eyes open much along the way.
3- I must purchase a new novel to take and read on the beach.

Since 1, 2, and 3 were agreed upon, I let down the protest and am going on the trip. Don't get me wrong - I love the beach with every fiber of my being. It is the place I long to be. It is even on my bucket list to own waterfront property (or rent) someday. It is just there is a lot going on with me getting ready for this new job and not having an income for the summer. I also do not think I can deal with arguing kids in a vehicle for 11 hours. Just don't think I can do it. So, they better behave or I'll lose it. (If I can hear them through the drug induced coma I'll be in.)
Bon Voyage!!