Day 8- Rain Rain GO AWAY

     Howdy!
   
             It is awfully miserable outside, its rainy and chilly. My least favorite combination of weather! As a native born Texan I never feel completely prepared for this weather so usually my first instinct is to go back to bed and wait it out like a bear in hibernation...Unfortunately in college that isn't the smartest thing to do since grades are kind of sort of a big deal....I mean kind of...In high school though, if I was a good enough actor for the day, I could convince my parents to let me stay home for the day because I was 'sick'. Now I don't think my parents actually ever believed me (mainly because I was in choir and not theater for a reason) but since I'm pretty much not a screw up (yet) so sometimes they would just let me skip a day. I absolutely loved staying home 'sick' when my mom would be at home. Sometimes she would even go get this fantastically amazing soup from the Randall's down the street and we would just lay in her bed and find crappy movies to watch all day. Those kind of days were my favorites. So bundle up if you can (You better believe I'm curled up in my bed while writing this) and listen to my horrible rainy experience my mother and I endured together.

Memory #8

         In my 18 years of life with my mom I could probably count the amount of times I've seen her mad on one hand. She was never a very cross woman. I don't know if it was just because she was just a real chill person or that my bru-bru and I were just fantastically awesome children (I usually lean  towards the latter of the two personally) but I really can't recall many times that my mom was mad. Though I will say no one knows fury until they have witnessed the cold shoulder of their loving mother. Luckily, this story is not my mom being mad at me, because if that were the case I would definitely not be telling it (Because I gotta keep that good-kid reputation, ya dig?). This story is about one of the times that my mother and I (mainly my mom) got real unhappy with my dad (Sorry dad! Love you!) 

      

       I think I was about 13 or 14 in this story...maybe, it doesn't matter. One day my whole family drove up to College Station to go see a basketball game in good ol' Reed Arena (This was when the basketball team was worth driving up two hours to watch a game). While we were in the arena watching the game it had started to rain. If you live/have ever been to College Station you will know that when it randomly rains, it might not be long but it can be vicious. This rain storm just so happened to be long and ridiculously hard. So after the game had ended we all got up to leave. Once we made it into the lobby-ish area my mom and I realized that my brother and my dad had sort of rushed off without saying anything. We knew the general area of where we had parked so we decided to go to the car, thinking that they would wait for us. So we basically swam our way to the lot that we had been parked in and looked everywhere for my dad's truck. I'm pretty sure we walked for about twenty minutes in that dang parking lot looking for them and my mom was not happy. We were completely soaked! I think after a while either my mom finally got a phone call or somehow we managed to find him driving around but we finally made our way to the car completely soaked. Also somehow my brother and dad seemed to not be wet at all...which I will never completely understand. 

         

       Now my dad had good intentions just really poor execution (Sorry not sorry). His plan was to get his car and this pull up to the front so we wouldn't have to walk in the rain all the way out to the car but since you know he didn't tell us or anything it just kind of make it all a real unfortunate event. So my mom was pretty unhappy with my dad. My dad then goes, "Should we go out and get dinner." to which my mom responded, "We can't go anywhere in our soaking clothes, take us to Old Navy." So my dad took us to Old Navy and handed over his credit card while my mom and I went in. That was a real fun trip because usually when my mom was mad at my dad I could ask for just about anything and get it (I have another future story coming where this theory applies as well). So you better believe I got a lot of clothes that day and while this doesn't sound like a happy memory. It totally is. It's one of those memories that you can laugh about later. Because my mom and I probably looked pretty pitiful walking around in the rain, soaked to the bone and also shopping sprees are always happy memories...especially when you're dad can't complain about it (Since, you know it was totally his fault haha) 

 Anyways communication is always key. 

  Love always,

        Erin

(Stay Dry my friends)