I'm going to expand on my plea for warm weather from my last post. I am just tired of being cold. It would be nice if there was snow involved but there's not, just cold. Mean cold. So mean.
It would be oh so nice to jet off to the beach right about now (assuming you go further south than Panama City) but that just isn't looking possible.
I love everything about warm weather.
Summers at Hilton Head with my entire family...biking to Harbour Town in the morning, running on the beach, cousin picture on the tree, reading under an umbrella, sneaking into people's yards to watch fireworks over the marina, sitting on the porch while it rained, biking in the rain (unintentionally), the grocery shopping adventures, watching I Love Lucy and E!, spending time with my family and loving on my cousins, making fun of Kevin without him knowing, building insane sand castles, the time I let everyone bury me in the sand, being covered in seaweed at the end of the day, making sandcastles on our laps, making a mess eating crab legs and corn on the cob, baking key lime pies, the way the pine needles smell, frisbee, Big M/Little M, Salty Dog ice cream, going off on my own and taking pictures, the general store, painting toe nails, tables for 16 people, talking with Lauren and Bethany for hours after going to bed, making up words and laughing at everything Chloe and Molly do...
Being a camper/counselor at Hillbrook...field games and being covered in flour, loving the 8 girls in my cabin, waking them up early to sweep, lifeguarding and judging the craziest dive, making up stories about the Camp Hermit, singing Ice Cream and Cake over and over and over, hanging out with the nurse Casey, Mail Call, Keep Your Elbows Off the Table, playing spit, the "bathhouse talk", Safari night and getting eaten alive by bugs, bonfire night and singing, glow sticks, actually appreciating naptime as a counselor, making the most random crafts ever, night cabin devos, leaving chapel making animal noises, whales!, having so much fun being away from home!, the insane number of times my cousin Kelsey and I would get into fights as campers, judging the cleanest cabins...
Swimming/coaching/lifeguarding at HHCC...frog jumps at drylands, getting thrown in the pool when we won a meet, getting the little kids to do bellyflops, coaching the Pre-Team and getting to see kids how to learn to swim, kickboard fights, POOL BALL...and the scars that came from it, working whole days and basically doing nothing, hanging out with the coolest group of 11-12 girls and having sleepovers, rolling half of Holston Hills, re-arranging the schedule so I always worked with Lindsey, Betsy or Will, Monday Mexican Labor/Taco Bell Days, sneaking onto the driving range, going to Cardin's, ordering chicken finger sandwiches from Bean Station, neverending Diet Coke, sweet tan lines, City Meet weekends, snow cones at Smoky meet, eating Fun Dip before races, finally making the Top 8 at finals!, the guard room :). movie nights with the Posse, making fun of the Posse, chicken fights, midnight swims, running in HH with Will and sweating our faces off, waiting out the rain...
And others...like the trip to Charleston and being introduced to Hyman's, parasailing in Gulf Shores, being evacuated for a hurricane from Destin, suprising Bethany for her 18th birthday, going to McKays all the time, lemonade, the way sunscreen smells, doing the summer reading program as a kid, living in flip flops and my brown skirt...
hurry up!
