I wanted to post something this evening....this last evening of summer. Before I fall into the large black hole called going back to work. Sometimes when I come in here to post, I feel very selfish. Tonite is one of those times. I know there are people out there who are in deep physical or emotional pain. And while I am not in either of those...I am on the verge of tears. Just the verge. The verge that gives you a little headache. I am at the point where a good cry would actually feel better.
Last week, as I started thinking about returning to school/work and my car rider duty, I almost wanted to cry. I am hot and sweaty in an air conditioned building....so just thinking about standing outside in the heat for at least 30 minutes at the beginning and end of my day....well, like I said.....cry. When you're on the verge of tears, just thinking about sweating can make you cry. So I got my hair cut very short...and went back to high maintenance highlights. I was trying to save money by coloring it myself...but I'm over that. Here's a before and after. The after doesn't really show how short it really is, but it does feature my long ears. I really don't know when that happened. Cry.
Another thing...Cameron just left to go back to College Station.....and it seems I have fallen in love with her cat. I know. Stupid. But I'm just being honest. I'm going to miss that cat. He and I spent a lot of time together this summer....while his mama was at work. He made me laugh. He's a funny cat. I know I sound like a stupid cat lady....but this is the only cat I have ever bonded with. Cry.
I will miss Cameron, but she's been like a ship in the night. We barely passed each other this summer. She was a working girl......leaving at 7:45 am and going to bed early. My schedule was more like Brunch to Midnight Buffet. I know she's ready to get back to College Station and get on with her senior year.....and order her Aggie ring tomorrow. Cry.
And then there's Will. Who leaves tomorrow for Jack Camp. This is the freshmen orientation camp for Stephen F. Austin. The camp where they spend the whole week playing silly games and doing alot of bonding around a campfire. He just informed us he's not going to like it one bit. He's not into that kind of stuff. That's not how he makes friends. Cry.
Oh, and he broke down last week and finally told us he didn't want to go away. Cry.
But he's going. And I am going to miss this sweet boy. Cry.
And this morning in church, I sat beside and behind two of my friends....teachers I adore and have the honor of working with. I love that they are there. And that we can sit by each other and hear the same message. Cry.
If you've ever noticed the words in the header of this blog...Changing Moods Daily....it's because I never know what the post is going to be about. Today I am feeling a little teary. But I'll be okay. We're all going to be okay. Thanks for stopping by.