Day 30-Fiesta Buena

Howdy!

          I have come to terms that when something poopy happens in my life a lot of other poopy things tend to follow suit. Oh my gosh...dramatic but kind of true. Now let me explain its not like everything that happens to me is awful but its usually just a a couple of rather unfortunate events that make me want to bang my head into the wall for a couple of days hours. Like today for example, first I got an email saying that there is a SMALL possibility that someone cheated during my Spanish exam and we might have to retake it (why) and then I got a paper back that I thought I did fantastic on, only to see that I didn't! I guess today hasn't really been that bad but add in all of my anxiety's I've been having lately and it can lead to some really paranoid thoughts. For instance my major is sociology. Lets think about that for a moment. I want to do something that involves helping and caring for children who don't have any one (Or something along those lines). So why can a paper about Robert Browning and his super depressing poems have an affect on whether or not I can achieve that career? This doesn't show that I have potential to work with children! So why can it hurt my chances? But I'm being ridiculous, as my roommates have so eloquently put earlier, it really doesn't. I'm just being a drama queen. What's new? Nothing.

           Even though it pains me to say this my dad always tells me that I can make anything better if I think positive and he is absolutely correct. Your mindset has a lot to do with the outcome. I can look at that bad paper grade and go "Oh well, I tried my hardest and now I need to figure out how to better next time." or you can let yourself fall down a spiral of emotions and decide that everything sucks. My mom always seemed to have the positive mentality that I sometimes lack. I distinctly remember her telling me, when she was diagnosed with cancer both times, that she was going to "Smile and laugh away cancer." Which I find rather unique. Most people are not overjoyed when they are told they have a sickness but my mom chose to look at it in a way that could not only make her a better person but could also make her into a role model for those around her, sick or healthy.What a wonderful world we would live in, if we could see all of the happy things in the midst of sadness.

Memory #30

                

                 A couple posts back I wrote about the pool my parents built, what I failed to mention as well is that they also built a mini house in the backyard. To which we all fondly refer to as 'The Cabana', basically it is a giant party house in my backyard. When it was being built my mom would get randomly excited and start talking about all of the parties we were going to have in it. There was one particular summer (I think it was the summer before my freshman year of High School) where we were going to have at least four distinct and huge celebrations. The first party we were to have was my cousin's wedding shower party but of course it wasn't just a party. Oh no, when my mom did things they turned into these crazy extravagantly detailed fiestas. Which was their party theme. Fiesta. We now have a bin in our attic dedicated to holding sombreros and other oriental trading fiesta themed items.

        To go with this theme we obviously had to have Mexican food right? What kind of civilized person throws a fiesta themed party and doesn't have Mexican food? So for weeks before this party my mom would acquire all of these different recipes and try them out on us. (Which I was totally OK with) She would even learn new techniques like how to make empanadas correctly or how to make Mexican paper flower decorations. Seriously this woman did not cop out EVER. This woman could have seriously created pinterest or inspired it for gosh sakes. I loved the way my mom got purely enthusiastic and overboard on these types of things, it was contagious. I almost always got sucked into helping her and those are obviously times that still make me smile.

Here's a super random picture that I took at said fiesta. It has nothing to do with the memory really (besides that it was taken around the same time) but it kind of makes me laugh and I thought I'd share it with you. 

Have a good day or not the CHOICE IS YOURS!

Love Always,

Erin

P.S.

A big shout out of thanks to those wished me luck on my Spanish exam and for all of the encouragement I receive on a daily basis (: