as all good things must

My summer is officially over.

Even though mother nature disagrees by forcing weeks on end of 90+ temps on us, my summer was over the first week of August.

I know. Why didn't I tell you sooner? Well, I've had this weird surge of "super-teacher" coming out of me since I started back at school. Maybe it's the weight loss, maybe it's that after 3-years of being in this district I feel like I know what I'm doing. Maybe I'm just over compensating for something else? Who knows.

I do know that I've got third graders sight reading music.

That's right, bitches. THIRD GRADERS. I rock.

But I must look back for a second.

This summer rocked all it's own. It rivals the summer of '98. And anyone who knows me knows that's saying a lot. I got to travel to California with my brother and reconnect (as much as one can when dealing with a person with dementia) with an estranged grandma. I got to visit with mom, help kids who have it worse off than I can imagine and visit an old friend named Joseph (and his FABULOUS coat.) Sure I got discriminated against by some good Christians who want to help kids with cancer, but that was just a growing experience.

And you just can't beat getting to play housewife. Going to ab class and then lunch with the ladies.

Plus, though I still call her Trainer Beth, she's really become Friend Beth. And I helped her move into the cutest cottage-style house any gay boy could wish for.

Oh, and don't forget the three triathlons. Well, four if you count the fake one Beth and I did just for fun my last weekend before school officially started.

Yes, I know. You have to be something of a masochist to run a fake triathlon... for fun. And I LOVED it. And then topping it off with a lovely dinner with Beth, her sister Leigh and her nicer-than-most husband.

The daughter moved out which left us with an empty nest. But that's been A-OK. It's given us lots more time to be cute and not worry about whether the kids had their rooms picked up, homework done, chores done, gone to bed on time, etc.

It does, however, suck that now we have to do all the house chores.

But the summer's done. And for all you "teachers-get-three-months-off" I would like to inform you that my contract officially started on August 9. And my last day before was May 25.

That's NOT three months. I'm not complaining about the time I do get off for the summer, but stop saying we get three months. It's not true.

I wish I had pictures to share. I actually took my camera with me everywhere, but always forgot to take pictures.

Sorry.

I wish I had updated this sooner. But I get home from school and am generally pooped nowadays.

'Tis the life of a super teacher.

Hopefully it won't be another month, but who knows. I have one last tri this weekend. I promise to take pictures.

Love to all you hangers-on.