The One with the Vacation

My first semester of nursing school is over (crazy!!), and now I'm embarking upon the most wonderful 2.5 weeks of my life.

 

Vacation.

 

It's so liberating to actually have multiple days off that are free. This is the first time since the summer of 2002 that I haven't had to fill out a form for vacation days or personal days or call in sick just to sleep in.

 

Not that I ever did that or anything.

 

I finished my last final at 8:45am on Wednesday, jumped into the car and headed straight for the Lake.

 

The most strenuous thing I've done so far involved having to get up from the deck chair to change into my swimsuit to head down to the pool. 

 

Uggghhh. So stressful.  

 

I'm almost feeling too lazy to blog.

 

I have a couple vacation goals: get a tan, read books that don't require post-it tabs and a highlighter, and run EVERY day (4 miles this morning!). This girl is WAY not in shape anymore. Sitting through six hours of lecture every day do not do pretty things for your butt. I owe it to my thighs to pay some attention to them before I find myself back in class for another four months.

 

Speaking of getting in shape, M and I are currently doing the exact opposite right now. After a nutritious dinner of a frozen-custard Kit-Kat concrete, we're now sacked out on the couch watching reruns of Bones.

 

I wish mom and dad could be here with us. They were planning on being here tonight through the rest of the weekend since it's dad's weekend off, but due to a tragedy that happened yesterday, they didn't think it would be a good idea to head off for a weekend of boating and BBQ.

 

If you've watched the news in the past 24 hours, you've probably heard about the horrific accident on 1-44 involving a semi-truck, pickup and two school buses. Here's a link- the story is so sad. It's awful. I drive that stretch of road every day to get to school, and I can totally see how easy it would be to wreck there. Lots of construction, lots of curves in the road, and the traffic will move fast one minute and slam on the brakes the next. It's ridiculous and very dangerous, and you constantly have to stay alert. The driver of the pickup truck - 19-year-old Daniel Schatz - was from my hometown. He's a good 10 years younger than me and I don't really remember him, but his parents go to church with my parents. Mom told me today that the entire church is just devastated. Daniel was a good kid and apparently a great football player. I told M today that Daniel was a walk-on quarterback for Mizzou, and he said that he remembers hearing about an incredible Sullivan football player a couple years ago - M's pretty sure that Daniel was talked about pretty favorably in sports circles. There's a candlelight vigil going on right now on the SHS football field in memory of Daniel. Please just keep this family and town in your prayers, as well as everyone else who was involved.

 

As a Baseball Wife, it scares me to death to see accidents like this that involve school buses. I have a recurring nightmare that M won't return home from away baseball games - he has to ride the bus with the team, and of course they play all the schools that are gazillion miles away on the most curvy roads in the entire nation. The Night of the Tornadoes a couple years ago did nothing to alleviate my fears - the bus was headed straight towards the storm and I couldn't get a hold of M. Later, of course, he acted like it was no big deal. No big deal to him, maybe, but I paced a hole in the living room carpet and made all sorts of incoherent bargains with God.

 

I think the only reason he returned home safe was because God didn't want to deal with my ramblings anymore. For real, Child. Hush up. You're driving me crazy. He's on his way home. For the love. Shut it already.

 

Speaking of baseball, it starts all over again on Monday. The following week, M has teacher meetings and -gasp- school starts again for him. I don't know why that's so traumatic - he's a PE teacher. It's like vacation never ended, right? Oh wait. Except for the not sleeping in till noon thing. I guess I'll have to do that for him. Hee hee!

 

Today I love: napping in the sun and actually having time to sit and enjoy a cup of coffee.