Day 143- Happy Fourth!

Howdy!


            Happy Fourth of July! I hope you've spent a wonderful and glory filled day with your loved ones like I have! Seriously. Today has been awesome, especially since it's my last full day at home for a really really long time. That's right...I'm going back to camp! I'm completely and utterly excited to go back, ah! I can't believe it's already time for me to go! Time really flies bye! So while I'm gone for six weeks try not to miss me too much, hopefully on my off times I will be able to fill you in or spout some kind of thought...we shall see. I promise absolutely nothing. except that I will be having a blast and that I sincerely hope you have a wondrous summer!

HEY WANNA MAIL ME WHILE I'M AT CAMP?!?!?!?
Well golly gee! That sure is sweet of you! Here's how you can email/mail me!
To email me:
2014staff@cho-yeh.org
Put my full name in the subject line! 

To Mail me a letter:
Erin Langford (The Best Counselor Ever)* Optional but lets be real its true
Camp Cho-Yeh
2200 S. Washington Ave.
Livingston, TX 77351

God Bless!

Memory #143

         I wish I had some kind of super awesome fourth of July memory to share but to be entirely honest, I don't really. My fourth of July's are awesome to me, but they usually consist of my family friends, Da Dugans (Hey Margie) buying fireworks (When they weren't banned) and we'd huddle in our cul de sac crossing our fingers and praying that they weren't duds. I guess this would be a good time to talk about my beautiful car. The love of my life. 

In case you were wondering the red bug is my car not the one I'm holding. Just for clarification. That beautiful barbie car I'm holding is the car my my mom bought for me when I was a little girl and it was the one barbie thing that I will never ever give up. When it became the time for my parents and I to discuss what car I would get, I will admit the Beetle wasn't the first on my list. Originally my mom and I always talked about getting the Toyota FJ Cruiser, I don't really remember why but that's the car we decided to obsess over for awhile. Then randomly we both came to the conclusion that we didn't like that car anymore and I don't know how we ended up talking about it but we decided that the perfect car for me was the Volkswagen Beetle. (Much to my father's dismay) My mom passed away before I got this car but she was definitely there for the decision process. This car came out of nowhere and I'd like to say that my mom helped me out because my dad was being to stubborn to get me 'right' car! Haha

Happy Fourth of July and Summer! I hope to be able to post during the summer and keep you all updated but please! Feel free to email and write me!

Love always,

Erin 

"Day 142"- Summer Slump

Howdy!

      Hello. Hi. Its been awhile. I guess its time to be honest not only to myself but to those who read this blog. I've hit a point where I don't feel inspired to write everyday. Sounds weird, right? I can't fully explain it, because I still think about my mom on the daily. Like for realz. But when I think about actually sitting down to write a blog post I am filled with anything but enthusiasm Especially after I've missed a couple of days already. I was talking to my lovely cousin the other day, to celebrate her birthday and graduation...since I missed both of them, and I came to the conclusion that I'm just not really inspired to write. I don't know if its because of a lack of schedule in the summer or that I know very soon that I'll be back at camp and won't be able to write posts anyways. OR WHAT. I don't know. Everything is up in the air. That being said I do intend on writing a full 365 posts (or more) of memories about my mom, but it might not be daily. I might write 15 in one night because, hey who knows maybe I'm crazy feelin really up to it. But right now writing these posts haven't been fun for me to write, which sounds selfish but in all honesty that was kind of the point of the blog. I'm glad other people have been helped through my blog but at the end of the day I started the blog to help me remember the good things. And hey I can't speak for ya'll but it has helped me.

      So this is not a good bye speech by any means, I fully intend to dazzle you with 365 memories of my awesome mother. But I'm coming to terms with the fact that I might not have the motivation or enthusiasm to do one every single day, at least for now. I hope you understand and can bare with me and my unruly schedule. Also ya'll gotta remember...I am my mother's daughter. I may not have been blessed with her wit but I sure as heck was blessed with her procrastinating skillz and what not. So thanks for sticking around and not forming mobs outside my house demanding that I post on a normal schedule. You rock. So without further or due here is a long awaited memory. And I'm not promising that there will be a post tomorrow. I'm 20. I don't even know what I'm going to eat for dinner and its 7 o clock.

*Also my computer is being super haywire so I can't access my document full of memories or post any pictures. So there is another reason to my laziness in the posts department...sigh. First world problems.

Memory #142

            The summer after my seventh grade year my girl scout troop decided to embark on this super special awesome trip. This trip would basically entail going to the birthplace of the girl scouts/founder in Savanna, Georgia and wait for it...Disney World. Yes! Disney World. When I found that out I begged my mom to go, and then of course when she said yes I begged for her to come with me. Because of course I couldn't go without my best friend...right? To give you a quick back story about this trip, it wasn't a trip that my troop decided to do it was a trip that multiple troops in our area could go on, our whole troop didn't end up going. In fact I think we had an odd number and my mom ended up being the only adult from our troop that went. Which was good in our books, because my mom was the cool mom. On the charter bus I remember I initially sat with one of my best friends but eventually ended up sitting by my mom and snuggling the whole way with her, probably against her will too. 

         The first night in Georgia we stayed in this really nice hotel and my mom surprised us with a bunch of different prank items! Which included, fake cockroaches, crime tape and wait for it...fake poop in a can. Yeah. My mom brought that. At this hotel the girl scout directors would check all of the rooms before leaving to whatever activity we had planned for that day, so we got to work to leave them a little surprise. First we put fake poop in the toilet...because where else would you put that stuff...we stuck cockroaches on the toilet seat and lastly we put crime scene tape on the bathroom door. We had one hang up though. The fake poop was AWFUL. It smelled awful and it ended up clogging our toilet. Hahaha jokes on us? We might have gotten in a little trouble and my mom was pretty embarrassed but seriously that's probably my most memorable memory from that trip. 

     I also remember that night two girls in our troop were super busy calling their "boy friends" to hang out with us, so my mom called us in her room to sit on her bed as we made up funny acronyms like, "LMNOP" which stands for "Like my new orange pants?" and other really random weird things. Totally random but those are the two things I remember about that trip to Georgia. (Also that was my first encounter with a talking street lamp, fun times) 

Love always,

Erin

Day 141-Sueño del Mar

Howdy!

          So I had a whoopsie and packed my laptop up before posting something...story of my life. Nothing new. I guess I should also say that my family and I drove down to Port Aransas today...Surprise! Asombroso! That's surprise in spanish...woohoo putting that knowledge to work! Yikes anyway we are settled down and I'm attempting to fish in the morning. What is my life. Who am I? These are not things I do lol but when in Rome Port Aransas...right? Anyways I have two posts to catch up on so lets goooo.

Memory #141

            So we're at Port Aransas so I ought to give some beachy Port A memories, right? If you know my family you know that we have had a tradition of going to Port A the day school gets out for a week. Every year. Without fail. My parents have an extended group of friends that they have kept up with since high school that all goes as well. So its basically like a giant reunion party. Its awesome. Anyways there are many memories pertaining to Port Aransas. I remember when I was in middle school and I was way more interested in shopping and eating rather than hanging out the beach. Unfortunately the people we went with were the opposite. Especially my dad. He didn't leave the beach until the sun was leaving. It was awful (to me). Luckily my mom was into doing these kind of things with me. So there were many a times that my mom and I would sneak away from the tent caravan of the beach where my dad lurked and out into the town where we could eat and shop. Which are in my top 5 things of enjoyment. Basically these were just more special mother daughter date times that I craved because boys are gross. In fact I would say that's the thing I miss the most about my mom not being here anymore. I miss her especially when I go on these old routine type of trips, I guess because it becomes more apparent that she isn't here. 

WOW THAT GOT SAD I'M SORRY ITS LATE AND I'M TIRED. I do miss my mom but obviously I know she is always with me and that cheesy sentimental way that I adore. 

Love always,

Erin 

Day 140-Kid with a Schedule

Howdy!

            Hey! Look! I'm on time...haha wow. Anyways I've had a busy day. Primarily studying for Spanish which is just going my way. At all. I study daily for this class and I'm getting no where with it. Super frustrating. So prayers to just pass this course would be greatly appreciated! I just now realized how crazy my summer has been and how crazy its about to get. So I feel like this summer is just going to fly by like no other. Yikes. Hope you're enjoying your summer like I have!

Memory #140

                When I was in kindergarten my mother made sure that I was participating in every little thing that I could. Not kidding. In Kindergarten I was not only taking ballet lessons but I was a girl scout and a soft ball player. All in the same year. I remember also that these things tended to all fall on the same day. So my mom would pick me up from school drive me to the dance studio where I changed into my leotard and tights to dance, and my mom would have to stay because one I was afraid that if she left and I got stuck in the dance room no one would come save me (lol) and two there was really no point of leaving because the studio was so far from our house and she had to take me to my next appointment anyways. So after dance my mom would hand me my soft ball uniform and I would change in the Dairy Queen, that was so conveniently located next to my dance studio, while my mom ordered dinner for us. Then after I had scarfed my early dinner I would go to t-ball practice. I'll have you know that I was so great at t-ball that my award at the end of the year was "Best accessorized" my mom was sooooo proud of me. After T-ball I would throw on my girl scout vest and my mom would tote me along to my girl scout meeting.

           All in one day. So I take this moment to thank not only my mom but other moms who do this kind of thing every day for their kids. I mean I know my mom is the one who signed me up for these activities but she did it because she knew I would enjoy it and I did. I have many a fond memory of being afraid of the dance room and asking for my mom and also running away from the t-ball...but also of eating at DQ with my mom without Sam lol. Sam. Good times.

Love always,

Erin

Day 139-Happy Father's Day!

Howdy!

             Ok back on schedule...for now. ha. Its Father's day! I guess I don't love my dad at all because I didn't post anything on facebook...yikes. Well here is my official Happy Father's day post to all father's out there...but especially my own. You ok I guess.

#FAMILY

Memory #139

                       I only have one memory about father's day, so that's what I'll write about today. You know tis the season? Every year my mom would always ask my dad, "What do you want for father's day?" Because heck who even knows? My dad would always without fail answer, "Anything but a tie." If you know my dad you would also know that the man does not wear a tie ever. Only on weddings. That is the only time I have really seen my father wear a tie. Every year it was the same thing, "Anything but a tie." No other useful tips or clues. Just as long as it was not a tie. So guess what my mom decided to get him as a father's day gift? Not just a tie. But the worst tackiest ugliest tie we could find. Because obviously what other option do you have? I remember driving down to Goodwill with both my mom and Sam as we hunted for the ugliest tie we could muster, which we spotted pretty quickly. I then remember giggling the whole ride home and then more so when my father opened up his beautiful tie. He loved it. So much. So very much. So happy father's day! If someone asks you what you want...tell them or you'll end up with an ugly tie. Haha. Happy father's day!

Love always,

Erin

                  

Day 138-Terrible Child

Howdy!

         
               I tricked myself into thinking I posted yesterday haha jokes on me. The forever question of this blog shall now and forever be, "Will Erin post today?" Yikes. That's what being disconnected from the technological world for two weeks can do to you...Shucks anyways time to catch up...again

Memory #140

                  My last memory was about a time I did something terrible and then Sam got blamed and I never suffered any repercussions...so I actually have another similar memory because apparently I'm a terrible child with terrible ideas. This is also another memory that I never got caught...see I was pretty much a great child so when I did do things I didn't caught...that's how you do it folks. Anyways when Sam and I were little my parents got us a computer to share, if memory serves me correctly I believe that the computer didn't have access to the internet so we just played computer games on it. We loved playing computer games they were basically our prized possessions. Forreal. Not even kidding. Anyways I guess Sam did something to me one day and I wanted retribution for his wrongs and I guess I didn't get any from the higher authorities so I took it upon my own hands to right the wrong committed against me. What did I do? I took Sam's computer disks and scribbled all over them...with crayon. Yeah. Each and every one of them. 

          I thought I had gotten away with this for multiple years until like 5 years ago when I guess my guilt laden conscious finally broke and needed to come clean. I confessed to my mom of my tragic deed and she looked at me flat faced, shrugged, and said, "I already knew that." This lady knew all along that I had done something so terrible but let me get away with it. What. She probably knew that me feeling guilty for so long was a better punishment than any other type of grounding or anything. Moms know everything. This memory proves it. sort of.

Love always,

Erin the terrible child

Day 137-The Toilet Queen

Howdy!

Officially caught up! How about that storm from last night?! That was scary...Not going

to lie I was super scared. The last time I remember being in a tornado watch was when I was in second grade. I remember my neighbor's tree fell on their house the wind was so strong, so I guess this one wasn't nearly as bad as that one...Good times. Oh and I guess the Spurs won...so yay basketball? lol anyways I hope you are safe and sound and content with the basketball world...yeah. Also can we just talk about that since its June that the blizzard of the month is s'mores and that just so happens to by my favorite blizzard of all time...so if you haven't gotten one yet. Go. Enjoy. You're welcome.

Memory #137

                     So I'm about to get real with ya'll, because today I unveil my deep dark not so secret secret. It happened when I was younger and it makes me laugh now but lets just say Sambo would not find it funny. When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, and Sam was not in school yet...I think, the only way Sam would go to bed is if he had a video playing in the background. And it drove me absolutely nuts! I could never go to bed with his video playing because it distracted me and then I would wake up the next day really tired. So I had to come up with a game plan to stop this, that you know didn't involve asking my parents to get Sam to quiet down at night...because that would make sense and I'm not a very logical child. I knew the only way Sam would be stripped of his television privileges is if he got in trouble. Before Sam was in his room, and before my dad came to tuck us in and make the toilet check to see if Sam had flushed (because boys are smelly and gross) I went into Sam's bathroom and grabbed the first bottle of stuff I could find and I squeezed out the contents onto Sam's toilet seat...Yeah. That was my grand scheme folks. I was brilliant. Really. It's kind of embarrassing. Anyways my dad made the check and Sam got in trouble but that wasn't enough. I did this for three days straight. I kid you not. On the last day Sam's TV privileges were revoked and I got my first good night of sleep, surprisingly enough. I guess my sense of guilt hadn't been completely developed at that point.  Pure evil mastermind right here. 

           Anyways so I kept this dark and dirty secret to myself for at least eight years until one day I randomly told my mom. My mom was completely shocked but she wasn't even really mad. She did inform me that they had to replace the toilet seat because whatever I had put on the seat permanently left a mark. I kind of remember her just making jokes at my expense because lets be honest that was a pretty terrible plan. I think my mom was more embarrassed of my plan than me actually enacting on my plan. For awhile she called me the toilet queen though and those were some interesting times. Leave it to my mom to be more distressed about my type of execution of a plot rather than being distressed that I even attempted to seek revenge on my brother. 

Love always,

Erin