I just don’t have much to say, so I’ll give an update:

My beach weekend in Galveston turned out to be an incredibly relaxing (no one died) and fun time (as expected), only to come back to a chaotic Monday. It’s not a bad thing, though. Just proves that life is life. Real and ever-changing.

I’ve applied for a ridiculous amount of jobs this evening; five or so different school districts, only to not actually complete a single application. (They all need essays and resumes to attach, which I’ll do on my conference tomorrow.)

In the meantime, my sunburn has turned to tan and my legs are no longer white. One summer goal completed. But, I’m still a little weary of the dreaded peeling part. And for all of you that no longer live in South Texas: Yes, mosquitos are back and in full-force. I have entirely too many bites to prove it.

Oh, AND my grandpa woke me up at 6 a.m. to discuss the previously mentioned trip to Oklahoma this morning. I guess he just can’t stop thinking about it so I think we’ve settled on an early June trip. It struck me as odd that he decided he HAD to tell me right at that moment, but then I remembered that I live with two 70-somethings.

Some things are expected to happen: basketball on TV, 6 and 10 p.m. news, Jay Leno and bed time right after. Others like 6 a.m. pow wows and my dog and gramps ACTUALLY getting along were a little less anticipated, but hell, we’re all happy here.