Oh, Fall Break.
It’s not me. It’s you.
You are hurting my feelings by wanting to end our relationship. We were just getting to know one another and getting used to having each other around, and now you are preparing to LEAVE!?
However, I sure have enjoyed our time together. It’s not quite over, but I had a school dream last night. And that… that is the beginning of the end.
I thought I’d document a few random thoughts and observations to remember the time we’ve shared.
Head’s up, I’m listening to The Pistol Annies right now, so my thoughts may be a little sassy.
(Speaking of, Miranda Lambert, could you write a song about the current education system in my lovely, landlocked state? You have a way with the snappy words).
(See? I better stop).
(Like our current focus on tests, tests, and FOR GOOD MEASURE, more tests, rather than learning in the state of the volunteers).
(I better change it to some James Taylor and remember I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain, and I love my kiddos. The end).
- Speedos are a privilege, not a right. And it is a privilege that should only be granted to a few (VERY FEW) gentlemen. I’m talking like Olympic swimmers only, and that’s iffy.
- Europeans, particularly Germans, have been very fond of this island I’ve been on the past week.
- And a fan of the Speedos, short ponytail, and gold necklace.
- You’re welcome for the mental picture.
- I will add bikinis to the privilege category. Lawd.
- I know being on a TROPICAL ISLAND AND ALL may influence this statement, but I truly don’t miss the change in seasons. I don’t mind it being cold for Christmas, but after that, I could get my sun on in the 80s all year long.
- I have shown serious restraint on commenting on some things related to some stuff on the Facebook lately. Is that vague enough for you?
- (Let’s just say I love people who voice their opinions backed with research).
- (In the words of Forrest Gump, that’s all I have to say about that).
- I’ve been busy shell-hunting, so haven’t done as much reading as my usual on the beach.
- However, I did read Looking for Me by Beth Hoffman (author of one of my favorites, Saving CeeCee Honeycutt). It was good, but was the first book I read following Redeeming Love.
- Redeeming Love will never be topped for me in the land of fiction.
- I know… never say never. But really, it never will.
- God always reveals to me His beauty at the beach more than anywhere else. When I think that the God who created the ocean, the gazillion grains of sand, the beautiful shells, and everything else just on this little stretch of coast… that He cares about little ole me? Well, that is some kind of powerful, my friends.
- After visiting the Lighthouse today, I had quite the dilemma. My feet were sandy with no hose (NOT hosepipe, people. That word makes my skin crawl) in sight. So, I was going to have to put my flip flops on with my feet caked with sand.
- (See: Problems, FIRST WORLD)
- Anyway, the point of this almost-pointless story, is my sweet husband stood with me by the ocean’s edge, then carried me to the sidewalk so I could slide on my flip flops with sand-less feet.
- Seriously, it was the most romantic thing he could’ve done.
- Clearly, it doesn’t take much to make me all googly-eyed.
- The most I’ve done for school these past two weeks has been pinning some cute ideas on Pinterest.
- Put the phone down. I really don’t need to be the Teacher of the Week for my dedication, but the thought is appreciated.
- I did, however, collect some pretty scallop shells for my twenty-one first grade darlings.
I could keep going, but I’m sure my hand full
if that of readers are snoozing from boredom.
So, thanks, Fall Break! You’ve recharged my batteries and have provided some gorgeous sunsets to remember you by.
Next time though, talk to your pal Summer Break and keep me around a little longer.