Summer...vacation!?!?

I guess I feel like summer is supposed to be the time when you put up your feet and lay back. Ice cold drink in hand (I'll take Diet Coke with lime, thank you), the smell of sunblock in the air, birds chirping, the sound of waves or the pool's chlorine filter resonating.

Think again. I mean, okay, I am the one that signed up for working the summer program at Landmark this year, I get it. But, PEOPLE!? Seriously? Working, planning, tutoring, mentoring, aunting (whoop whoop she rocks), traveling, housesitting, dog-walking, saying goodbye, running, sleeping, eating, and all the other stuff is what I call summer this year. 

But I can't complain. Sometimes I have to slap myself (like I sort of did today) because I'm quick to complain. But you know what I hate more than anything? And to even mention this is terrible because there's so much crap in the world so how can I complain about it. Being bored. There. I said it. I hate being bored. And "boredom" is SUCH a ridiculous thing to complain about. So I will slap myself again and be thankful for this body. A body that while good-looking (you know it), more importantly is able to do things I never even IMAGINED it would ever be able to do.  A mind that can think and be trained and then teach others therefore make a living. 

This may be a cheesy blog but whatever.