Summer should get a speeding ticket

Summer has passed by so quickly this year.

Maybe it just feels especially quick because the actual pure moments of summer 

(read: nice weather),

have been pretty limited this year.

A blessed week here and there, the odd weekend and a glorious few sunny, warm days.

Summer has felt more like a weekend this year than an entire season.

June is the Friday, July the Saturday and August is the Sunday.

Right now we're at the horrible time when you wake up in the middle of the night on Sunday/Monday and check to see what time it is and with a sinking heart you realise that you have to get up and go to work in a few hours.

(I hate it when that happens. 

My favourite is when you wake up and check the time and you have like, six hours to go!)

It's that limbo period of time where you know that the weekend is over, but you just have a little bit of time before the work begins.

Although, to completely contradict myself, these first two days of September have been really lovely.

Bright sunshine, bright blue skies and everyone with brightened moods.

Maybe if we have a nice September that would be the equivalent of having a bank holiday Monday.

And everyone loves a bank holiday.

Shine on September.

Lady Gaga should be proud

I am getting better and better annoyingly answering Amy's questions with questions.

I'm glad actually, because Amy's answers are getting better and better too.

Or maybe it's the questions that are good in the first place.

Either way, this is our conversation from earlier.

Amy: What is God's favourite song?

(She goes to a Catholic school so talks about God a lot.

Apparently God's taste in music is not on the curriculum.)

Me: What do you think God's favourite song is?

Amy: Probably Lady Gaga.

The 'rah rah ah ah aahh' one.

Me: What 'Bad Romance'? I don't think it would be that one.

Amy: What about bad boys then? (Alexandra Burke)

Or girls run the world? 

Me: Hard to say. 

Could be either.

Why don't you ask your new teacher when you go back to school next week?

Apparently I'm also learning the fine art of passing along children's unanswerable/awkward/embarrassing questions (unanswerable in this case) off to other people too. 

Nannying is teaching me so many valuable skills.

You're married? Say whaaaat!

Photos from 3Poppies Photography

Whenever I meet anyone new and they inevitably ask me to tell them about myself, I have a list of facts that I easily reel off.

A completely memorised speech that comes easily.

I'm Becky. (Obvious start!)

From Sheffield originally, but I moved to Leeds when I started university.

I'm going into the final year of my degree, where I'm training to be primary school teacher.

I also work part time as a nanny to two munchkins - a two year old boy and a five year old girl.

I love to read, write, cook, take photos and just in case your wondering, I'm a cancer.

Oh, and my husband's name is Ross.

I can pretty much guarantee the two questions that come next.

- What, your married?

- Wait a minute, how old did you say you were?

Yes, I'm 21 years old and I've already been hitched for a little over a year.

Normally, people don't know how to react to that.

Probably because they make some ridiculous assumptions about why I'm married. 

People think that either... 

1). I had to have a shotgun wedding,

2). I'm an immature person that thinks that I'm living in a fairytale, 

or 3). I don't care about having any life experiences.

None of which hold any kind of truth.

Is it not enough to just know that I'm in love?

Anyway, I find the last one the most ridiculous.

What? Just because I'm married it means that I don't want to go out and do anything?

Go and see things and visit cool places?

Have any interesting experiences?

Have any kind of fun at all?

Well, let me tell you.

I have plans.

I have places I want to go to, things I want to do, experiences that I want to have.

And I'm intent on making all my plans into reality.

And, I already have someone that I love will come along and do it all with me.

How lucky is that?

Weekend in video

Here's a little something a made earlier.

No biggie.

I had such a good weekend.

Actually, the word 'good' isn't really an adequate description of how much I loved this weekend.

Time with my family, 

good home cooked food, 

a trip to beautiful York, 

(I did get a better picture of the Minster if anyone cares?)

Chinese food, 

BBQ pizza, 

church, 

a cheeky lie in, 

time with Ross' parents, 

the bright colours in the CARNIVAL, 

jerk chicken with rice and peas, 

and a chance to take some photos.

That, my friends, is a weekend that is close to perfection.

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Yes, that is me quoting Elton John.

I'm all about using lyrics as song titles apparently.

I promise that I'll make it stop soon.

So, like I already mentioned (three times actually) today is Saturday.

That means that its the weekend.

And this weekend is particularly sweet, because its an extra day long.

All praise the hallowed bank holiday.

Whoop whoop.

Ross is on call for work today.

Sad face for him.

But I'm not letting him drag my weekend down with his.

So I've made plans that involve me going to York, 

eating Chinese food, 

seeing my family,

and hopefully getting a better picture of York Minster than this.

Although with the weather today, I doubt that will happen.

No matter, here's to a rockin' weekend.

Boom.