Bopping Around Nashville 

Ha. Talk about a late post. We went to Nashville last summer- yes 2016- for my bday and here we are gearing up to go again and I never did the post from last year. No excuses. I just suck. 

Anyhoo, Nashville is AWESOME! My husband wants to move there. I am not THAT in love with it…yet. But, I did love it. So much so, we are going back in a few weeks. 

What’s to like / love about Nashville? It’s clean, it’s southern enough that you experience the hospitality, but not the blatant racism, everything is relatively close, the food is BOMB, shopping is decent, friendly people and where we went was pretty much middle to upper middle class. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am nobody’s fool, I am sure there are crappy parts, but I wasn’t there. 

Places to go- I am totally into slave plantations and The Hermitage did not disappoint. Great tour, really good info and very eye opening. 


Hattie B’s and Gigi’s Cupcakes. Everything in Nashville is about hot chicken. The line was insane, but so worth it. My husband got the hottest version and was eating with his nose running! Who does that?!? I totally had to go to Gigi’s because that is what my Godkids called my mom. 


The Aquarium Restaurant was so cute and fun. It is super family friendly and the food and drinks were great. We are going back this year. 


Biscuit Love was literally the best damn breakfast ever. I am not a huge breakfast person, but wow! Now, it is expensive as all crap, but so good! 


The downtown area. So many shops, restaurants and people. Totally touristy. Totally hilarious. If you are a people watcher- best place ever. 


The last pic is the best! Just a pic of my two favorite people hanging out. It was crazy hot in July though and slightly miserable. We will be better prepared this year. If you have any Nashville suggestions let me know. I am so excited to go back. 

xoxo,

Fabmommy on the Go ūüôā 

Teacher Appreciation

Super cute Google image right? 

So, Teacher Appreciation Week for me is two-fold. One, because I am a teacher and two, because I want my son to celebrate his teachers. 

I have ZERO recollection of this in high school and don’t remember doing diddly for the many teachers who were super important in my life. This week my school gave us donuts and coffee, mini massages, a can of Mountain Dew, an ice cream sundae party and cafeteria inspired cinco de mayo snacks. Our students who were in business classes took pictures with their favs and posted to twitter (easily the cutest part of the week). I say all of this to say- I didn’t really feel APPRECIATED. 

People have no idea how hard we work. The endless questions (that usually have ZIPPO to do with your lesson), the requests: Band-aids, lotion, cell phone chargers, bathroom, nurse, food, $, and all kinds of other foolywang, the tears, their hormones, the breakups and drama, the paperwork and lets not forget the parents- oh the parents. Some are amazing and some simply aren’t. The level of creativity and acting when you are a good teacher is frankly exhausting. Imagine being in a classroom of 30 kids who have cell phones and Snapchat at the ready in their hands all while you are trying to explain the importance of subject verb agreement and why you should not use to be verbs. Come on! Education has changed drastically and it takes mounds of energy to keep those little buggers engaged. Not to mention coming home and being a wife and mom and totally making sure a threenager doesn’t scribble all on my students’ work. 

But, guess what- I wouldn’t change it. My days are funny, hilarious, hysterical and even though sometimes I feel like I work at the zoo and I am spinning my wheels, I appreciate myself- for all that I do, all that I give, all that I help, assist, chastise, destroy, build, bless, grow and cultivate. 

So seeing as how the official week according the Internet is next week- I must prepare to make sure the teachers at my son’s school know just how much he cares and we (my husband and I) care for all they do and give him on a daily basis. 

Hug a teacher. Shoot an e-mail to an old teacher, donate to classrooms, if you see a teacher sitting in Starbucks or Panera grading like a fool- buy them a coffee. Trust me, they would appreciate it. 

xoxo, 

Fabmommy