Well I'm now reaping the consequences of a jam packed almost sleepless weekend because I am sick with a capital S. Not like terribly sick but I woke up with a lot of pressure in my nose and head plus a sore throat and when I got up to go to the bathroom my ear drums wear ringing soooo that's a thing. Woo oh well no real complaints on my end I had a blast. The only thing I really have to worry about is creating a schedule...woo? It will be interesting not quite sure what I want to take yet besides the obvious ones I have to take...so we shall see.
Memory #63
I don't know why I started thinking about this particular memory but it randomly crept inside my brain and won't leave. Before high school I had no clue about how to be girly. Like zero, I tried. I played with girlish toys (Sort of) but usually I ended up playing with whatever Sam was into. It was kind of weird. When I was little my mom had most of the control on my outer appearance, obviously, and whatever she thought was good I pretty much went along with because hey what did I know? So as a kid the one thing I did like a lot was my long hair. I loved my long hair. There was just one problem. I refused to let my mom comb it. Like as soon as I saw that brush in her hand you better believe I was running away from her. This apparently happened way too often because next thing I know I'm getting my hair chopped off right up to my ears. Yikes. It was pretty sorry looking, even though everyone claims that it was "so adorable". Nope I still cringe when I kook at old pictures. Though I can understand why my mom cut off my hair. It just kind of makes me laugh thinking of my poor mom chasing me all over the house in an attempt to brush my ratty thin hair every.single.morning.
Sorry mom!
Love Always,
Erin
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