Day 93-lol wat

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           Well I guess its safe to say that I procrastinated a lot today...Procrastinated writing this post and planning bible study and studying for my Spanish test this Friday....yikes. On the plus side I did get to play in a giant slip n slide, here's proof of my lovely roomie (Shannon) and I sliding together...we're real cute. That's basically all I did today...yikes.

Memory #93

       This is kind of a super random and short memory but it has always stuck in my head and I use it quite frequently when I'm in a conversation about weird things your parents do. As I've mentioned before my mom was a math teacher when I was in high school, so she always prided herself with the fact that she would be able to help me out in math class if I was ever stuck. Which was not the case once I was down with Algebra 1...I remember coming up to her with questions about my homework and she would attempt to work it out but she would eventually have to consult some old textbook she bought just for the sake of having a math textbook at hand (My mom, ladies & gents) and we would eventually work it out together.

         Studying for the SATs though takes the cake. My mom put together this math packet for me and made me do it like a week before I was supposed to take the SATs. Her thinking was that for whatever problem I couldn't get or do she would write next to it what I did wrong or the steps for how to do the problem. Which is all great and dandy. Unless you don't know how to do some of the problems. I remember that there was only one problem on the whole packet that I couldn't get so I gave it to my mom. I kid you not when I say that my mom returned the packet to me and next to the problem I didn't understand she wrote, "lol wat". My math teacher of a mom who was in her 40s wrote "lol wat" to me. Which is probably why I say that a lot now a days...my mom was soooo hip. Haha yikes.

Love always,

Erin

Day 92- The Legend Continues...I guess?

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      I OFFICIALLY HAVE MY SCHEDULE FINALIZED FOR THIS SUMMER AND FALL!! Yay! What a relief! I'm also officially done with classes (and got my first official A this semester!) now all that's left is to study and write! Yay!

Memory #92

                   So to continue off from yesterday I thought I would tell you of one of the most embarrassing moments I have ever experienced when my mom decided to call my 'Fatty McLard Ass' in public. So funny yet so terrible. So my mom, my brother, and I stopped in Mansfield, Texas (I think actually this was during the big Spring break trip for my earlier posts) but we stopped in and got to watch Lainey (My first cousins daughter...so my second cousin I guess) play some basketball. I remember we walked in to the court and looked around for a spot to sit and finally located a spot that worked for everyone and fit us. I was the last person in our line of people to get in on the row so my mom thought it would be appropiate and funny to say (fairly loud), "Got enough room down there Fatty McLard Ass?" 

           Why is that so bad? It turns out that everyone in the row in front of us happened to be morbidly obese. I kid you not. Whats even better is that they all turned around and stared at me because they thought that I SAID IT. Since I was skinnier than my mom they thought that I said it and they gave me the death glare and my mom didn't even notice!!!! It was a real uncomfortable game. But its a pretty funny story to tell I suppose.

Love always,

Erin

Day 91-The Legend

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       I have one more day of classes and then after that I have all of the time in the world to study for finals! Whoop! I have two finals and a paper left now which in all honesty is not too bad. Since I have some free time, I'll try to make this post a tad more coherent. No promises though. So I almost have my summer school schedule in line but I have one hiccup with the class that I actually need to take this summer because a prerequisite for the class is a class I'm currently taking at A&M and Blinn can't see that...which makes things complicated but it will hopefully pan out and everything will go smoothly. Camp training is in about 4 weeks now? So golly that's exciting. What else? It'll be nice going home for a little bit and having vacation time but I suppose I can't let that distract me now when I'm so close to making almost all As...So that's the update on my life, nothing else to really report!

Memory #91

         So I've been holding onto this memory for a while because well...its one of my favorites. Not because its super sentimental and beautiful or anything but because it's just really funny and I tend to tell this story...a lot. It's one of those stories that when my friends sit around and tell embarrassing stories of their parents I end up telling this particular one and it almost always wins. While it's slightly embarrassing its more so funny because well...I'll just tell you the story. So out of everyone in my family I am the smallest. In both weight and height (Even though I'm like 99% sure that I'm taller than my dad or at least the same height but whatever). So one of my mom's running jokes was that I was the fattest in my family, I know, right its a knee slapper. Anyways my mom came up with a real neat cutesy nick name to call me. The first time she called me this nickname I ended up breaking a chair right after she called me it so the name stuck. What was the name? Prepare yourself (Especially if you're weak of heart)-

Fatty McLard Ass

        This was the name my mother called me out of love or whatever you want to call it. She thought it was hilarious (I admit I do as well) so whenever I would complain about my weight or anything of that nature she would call my fatty mclard ass. Every time. It was slightly embarrassing but I definitely laugh every time I think about it now. I miss my mom's sense of humor. I have additional story that I will tell tomorrow about my classy nickname. So stay tuned...

Love always,

Erin

Day 90-Love Stinks

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       Happy Sunday! I've had quite a long weekend and I'm finishing it up with some overdue studying...because I've been procrastinating but I'm getting things done tonight! Yay, almost done with this year!

Memory # 90

       Again trying not to procrastinate too much here but I thought I'd leave you with another song my mom used to play for me when I felt like my love life was sucking...which regrettably was more than once in my high school career...yikes. I remember many the car rides and mix CDs where this song was included and jamming out with my mom, these jam sessions left me feeling like I had no other cares in the world. So I thought I'd share with you, you'll probably recognize it  because for once its not some obscure song. Haha enjoy and have a wonderful Sunday!

Love (Stinks) always,

Erin

Day 89-Twinsies

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     Just got back from a day with my gal pals, very much needed before the stress of finals takes over! Ugh. Anyways it's been a great day! Hope your Saturday has been great!

Memory #89

              There was this one time I remember shopping with my mom. It was one of those shopping trips where we weren't actually looking for anything specific, we were just shopping cause we could and we wanted to try out the fancy shopping center 45 minutes away from our house. Obviously. One of the stores we went into was Lucky (I believe), I had never been in there but my mom said they had good quality jeans so we decided to check it out. Since the store was a tad pricey the first rack we headed to was the clearance rack, score. We both started picking things up to try on and somehow we both picked up the same shirt...So we decided that we would both try it on, we figured that one of us wouldn't like it and it would all be good.

        Somehow it ended up being the only shirt that either of us liked. Our solution? We both just bought it. We were both totally ok with that. You would think most teenage girls would be totally grossed out but having the same shirt as their mother but I was totally fine with it. I just thought I'd share with ya'll since I wore that shirt today for the first time since my mom passed away and it was kind of weird but it was nice all at the same time.

Love always,

Erin

Day 88-Treasures

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      Oops I did it again...and I don't mean the Britney Spears song I mean, "Whoops I forgot to post again, I am a cotton-headed-niggy muffins." lols even my roomie noticed that I forgot to post, I had started to write a post yesterday but then something happened with my summer registration that needed my immediate attention and well one thing led to another and I ended up having a dance movie watching party with my frands...whoops. College life. Anyways, I'll be posting a double feature today...again. My apologies!

Memory #88

         I'm going to post a quicky memory today since I don't have a lot of time currently. When my family moved for the first time to Cedar Park my mom used to do random things for Sam and I, I guess to make us feel more at home? Or probably to distract us from anything negative feelings we had towards the moving process (You know positive reinforcement haha). I remember one of those things she used to do was buy this kind of candy that I was seriously obsessed with (Still to this day I have no clue why I was obsessed with this particular candy because they stopped making it, which makes me think it wasn't really all that good) but nonetheless my mom would buy them. They were these little chocolate treasure chests filled with peanut butter. Which don't get me wrong I love peanut butter and chocolate, its a beautiful match made in heaven, but I'm like 95% sure that it was some kind of knock off peanut butter. 

       Anyways my mom would buy them and put them on the top shelf in one of the cabinets in the kitchen to make sure that I didn't try to eat them in one sitting, because that probably would've actually happened. Everyday I was allowed one chocolate treasure chest or two if I was being real ace that day. I guess one day I was being really antsy waiting for my allotted chests because I remember 'outsmarting' my mother and just climbing onto the counter top and grabbing a handful of the sacred candy and running away to conceal and eat them. My mom apparently knew all along but never once told me, she just let me think I got away with it. (This happened a lot of times during my childhood...) She just moved the bag to a new hiding spot and continued on as if nothing had happened. Super smooth, mom. 

Love Always,

Erin

Day 87-Mother Knows Me Best

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       AH! FOUR THINGS LEFT ON MY TO-DO LIST BEFORE I'M DONE WITH SCHOOL!! YAY! So exciting! (: Also kind of nerve wrecking! After today all I have left shall be studying for two finals and finishing up my Research paper. Then I'm free!! So exciting!

Memory #87

                 As a twenty year old I don't ever really have occasions where I need to write out checks...like ever, mainly because I don't have any money to give...haha. I haven't purchased any checks since the first time my mom gave me a check book and from all of those books she gave to me I've used like three...and surprisingly enough I've only used them in the last couple of months. Let's just say that the first time I used my check book was for putting down a down payment on our house for next year and my checks may or may not have been totally embarrassing to give to our Realtor. (And by that I mean I was totally embarrassed) The second time was last night when I was with my middle school gal pals paying for a craft, that time I was not embarrassed I was PROUD of the checks my mother gave to me. Funny how that works huh?

       You're probably wondering what kind of checks my mother picked out for me when I was 16...

Yup...this is what my mom picked out for me because she knew I would flip out over them (Which I totally did) Because mom's rock a lot. Anyways I laugh every time I write a check now and think about my mom. Even after her passing she can still make me smile and laugh, even over something as random and serious as a checkbook. 

Love Always,

Erin

Day 86-Man Eating Chicken

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          I've been pretty busy today getting things figured out and prepping for my busy two weeks of studying and writing that I have left ahead of me! Ugh I'm so excited for the summer! Even more so that I know what lies ahead of me! I don't know if I mentioned this the other day but I was informed by my major's department that if you are a junior with a certain GPA that you could use a Camp Counselor job as internship and college credit at A&M. Well guess who is a junior with the right GPA and is going to be a camp counselor? THIS GIRL! I get to earn 3 credits from doing something that I love doing! GAH! So excited! So far everything looks like it will work out for me this summer! So yay! (:

Memory #86

               

               I've written posts about my mom's excellent sense of humor so here's a moment where my mom and brother thought they were hilarious but I did not (Until later than I thought the whole ordeal was super funny). Growing up my brother always had a 'special' sense of humor. It can either be way too 'mature' (I use that world lightly) for his peers or under their level. My mom adored and supported his type of humor because it was pretty much like hers. For real. They were some real strange weirdys, which is not saying much because well if you've met me than you know. But I digress, I will say that Sam and my mom's humor were more closely matched than me. There was one particular joke that I just did not find that funny but Sam and my mom thought it was the best joke that had ever been told. I really wish I knew exactly how the joke went but neither Sam or I really remember how the joke went.

         The premise was basically that a man walked into a chicken place and saw a man eating chicken. Now is it a man, who is consuming chicken? Or is a giant chicken who is eating a man? WHO KNOWS THATS WHY ITS SO STINKIN FUNNY. RIGHT?! HAHAHA NO. I thought it was so dumb but my mom and brother would laugh uncontrollably. I find humor in it now, and I mean just in the fact that my mom and bru bru thought it was so funny. They would tease me and bring it up all of the time. Sigh. Whatever. Here's some text evidence of my mom texting it to me...lolz. Her messages are in the green. I don't even know.

Love Always,

Erin 

Day 85-Beautiful Beginnings

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         Ah! My list of things I have to complete before school is over is dwindling folks!! How exciting! I will officially have my summer plans down on April 28th! So hopefully I can get the one class I need to get my minor and be set! I'm ready to be done and start the summer (: Update on the kitty that arrived on my doorstep the day before Easter...My brother and father have been feeding her and giving her love in my absence, so yay! Kitty is getting looked after and being loved still!!

Memory #85

       

         I guess since I talked about Muster yesterday, it would be more than appropriate to talk about the person who I first honored at a Muster ceremony. In the summer before my seventh or eighth grade year my cousin, Troy, passed away unexpectedly at the young age of 23. The loss was devastating on my family. For the most part the whole funeral experience and all of that is kind of a blur. The thing I most remember is when I first found out that Troy had been called back to Heaven. I had been almost on my way to meet my mom so that we could go to this church camp my church participated in. I was with my dad and my brother at my grandparents house and my mom was at home in Austin. One of the first things I wanted to do when I found out the devastating news was to hug my mom and just cry. 

          I remember when we finally got home I immediately went to my mom and just hugged it out, because it was a mutual understanding. (That's why moms rock) There was obviously a lot going on but what I remember most were my interactions with my mom, or at least that is what I'm choosing to focus on in this memory for the obvious reasons. I remember the day of the actual funeral and my mom took me out to buy big sunglasses. Her logic behind buying them was so that we could cry as much as we wanted to but no one would know because we could hide behind our sunglasses. That was also one of the first times I had really seen my mom show her 'weaker' side and by that I mean show her true emotions. While it can be scary for a parent to break down it is also really special in a weird sort of way. Seeing the way my mom acted after Troy's passing was also a pretty inspiring thing. Because of my cousin's passing my mom decided to seize life by the horns and started taking the steps to becoming a teacher. Which was a career she absolutely adored and because of that I know she impacted a lot of kiddos, including me and Sambo. That is for certain.

Love Always,

Erin

Day 84-Softly Call the Muster, Let Comrade Say Here

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           I just got back from Muster. If you are not certain of what Muster is let me break it down, the best I can. Muster is one of the most amazing traditions that you can experience (I'm trying not to be biased). Muster is what makes A&M so special, it is a reinforcement of the family feeling that one can expect from Aggieland. I am so honored to be part of this. Anyways every year on April 21st Aggies from all over the world congregate together in areas to remember and honor the Aggies that passed away. In honoring them we are also recognizing the fact that one's spirit does not die after your time on earth is gone. In a way it is almost an echo of what I said yesterday on my Easter post, "Death does not have the last word." Seriously if you have never been to a Muster, you need to experience it.

Memory #84

           Before college I had unfortunately attended two musters. One for my cousin Troy and one for my lovely mother. I don't remember a whole lot of the muster for Troy, I remember that I got to sit next to my dad as he held the candle in honor of him but I don't remember the day leading up to it or anything that happened after it. To be in the middle of that ceremony, while tragic, can be one of the most healing things I've yet to witness. As corny as that sounds. That was one of the moments I really decided to dedicate my life trying to go to Texas A&M, and behold. Here I am. 

         While this memory doesn't include my mother physically I thought I would talk about my own mother's muster. Unfortunately we could not call her name out on the College Station roll call, as we didn't meet any of the requirements, so we had to do one in Williamson county in the school's cafeteria. I know that sounds so snotty, but this was my mom and all I could think about was how I thought she deserved to be honored in College Station. Anyways I was also the one who got to hold her candle, to represent her undying spirit, and call out here in place of my mom. Which is something I will always hold close to my heart but probably one of the saddest things I've had to do. Texas A&M meant a lot to my mom and I'm incredibly grateful that I get to have a similar experience and get to know my mom better through the school she loved. 

And on a random side note- I have an official letter saying that I can make my mom's Aggie ring into my own Aggie ring. So WHOOP! 

Love Always,

Erin

Day 83-Happy Easter!

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            Happy Easter! What a wonderful reminder that death does not have the last word. That even in death we can rejoice in our Father's arms in heaven out of pain and suffering. I remember the first Easter after my mom's death and I remember it just not feeling right, for obvious reasons. I remember that I my sadness and anger of my mom's passing made me overlook everything that Jesus had done for us, why Christians celebrate Easter. God sent his one and only son to the earth to die for our sins and then showed us that even in death, Christ can overpower it and rise from the grave. Amen. So happy Easter to you and your family, if you have suffered a loss recently be at peace knowing that death is not the last thing that God has planned for them and that they are peace with our heavenly father.

      On a side note I thought I'd inform ya'll that I am the cat whisperer. Sort of. This stray cat showed up on our front yard looking mighty pitiful. She's a very pretty cat, just skin and bones and has some bad patches on her skin to let you know she's been through something awful. Well of course I fed her...and now she's hanging around but problem. WALTER, my cat, HATES OTHER CATS. I tried to get them to see each other and it did NOT go well. I don't know what to do! ): I want to keep her but it just seems like that is impossible between my froomie being allergic to cats and Walter hating cats...yeah it just doesn't look good.

Memory #83

          You know what's funny? I really can't think of any specific Easter memories I have. How strange. I can remember what my Easters looked like when my mom was here but there are no random single moments I remember having with my mom. I remember that when Easter came my mom would buy a bag of starburst jellybeans, because they're my favorite, and we would just eat out of the bag before Easter was even close and then on actual Easter I remember I would find a basket with eggs filled with Starburst jellybeans (and other things). I remember going to the Easter church service right after my cousin Troy had passed away and seeing my mom walk up to front and giving Troy the remembrance he deserved, which gave me the strength years later when it was her turn to be remembered. 

       My mom used to tell me that when I was younger I would tell my mom that I had figured out the Easter Bunny. And my mom would play along and ask what I meant and apparently my answer to all of the Easter Bunny suspicions and what not was, "The Easter Bunny drives a really big truck." Yup. That was my brilliant idea. Obviously that solves all of the Easter Bunny suspicions. My mom would make fun of me all of the time for that. 

Happy Easter!

Love Always,

Erin

Day 82-Moar Secrets

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    One more day until Easter! I can not wait for all of my family to be here and celebrate. It's been nice to have a couple of days to do nothing before the crazyness of my last couple of weeks of school are upon me. Sigh, hope you are having an enjoyable Saturday with your loved ones!

Memory #82

                   My dad made a comment the other day after reading the manicure story that was basically, "No wonder we were so broke sometimes." (Which is a little dramatic in my personal opinion) Because there was so many other things my mom and I did that would also add to that fact. Another thing I remember doing if my mom and I had just gone on a big clothing spree, which happened more frequently than I'd like to admit too, we would formulate basically an escape route. We would pull up to the driveway and if my dad's car was this, we would either A. Leave the bags in the car and wait until my dad went to work to take them out or sometimes my mom would hand me all of the bags and we'd hide them in the front room or somehow sneak them into her room and distribute the 'loot' before my dad saw the bags. 

         I don't know if my dad was ever aware of how much we tried to hide our impulsive splurges, I am well aware that my dad knew we had a shopping problem, because we weren't as sneaky as either of us would like to believe. It was one of those things that we'd giggle about, when we thought we had gotten away with it for sure! We were basically partners in crime, bad ones, but awesome ones at the same time. 

Love Always,

Erin

Day 81-Red Carpet Ready

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      Well I am officially registered for next fall, whoop! Bad news is that they don't offer the Spanish class during the first part of the summer. Which is making me a little nervous. I no longer have a fall back plan, if I can't get into a Blinn Spanish class this summer then I can't get a Spanish minor. If that's not in God's plan for me so be it, but I just have trouble seeing it that way. Since If you had asked me a year ago if I wanted to achieve anything pertaining to Spanish I would have flat out have told you "no". That would have been the end of it. So when I started to feel a tug towards learning Spanish and getting a minor, there was no doubt in my mind that it was God's doing. That's not to say that just because I can't get a minor I can't learn the language, because I obviously can and maybe that's what I'm really supposed to do. Maybe I don't need to get a minor but I need to learn the language. I don't know. I'm sorry if this paragraph doesn't make sense or just seems like a lot of blabbering but I guess I needed to write what's in my mind.

Memory #81

                So I should probably start this post off with saying that I never went to prom. I should also say I don't regret that I didn't. People are always telling me that I missed out on some magical moment because I didn't spend money on a dress and a pair of shoes that I'll only wear once and I didn't get to awkwardly dance with my friends while gazing upon people I'm not incredibly fond of grinding or whatever it is that hooligans do at school dances. It's not my scene. That being said I have been to home coming. It was my freshman year and even though I didn't have a date I had my gal pals and we felt it necessary to go to homecoming. It was a rite of passage, you were not a high schooler until you had been christened by tasteless dancing and gettin all dolled up. It was a thing. Anyways I was beyond excited to go to my first real dance (No more silly middle school)

            My mom indulged in my excitement (Probably because she was also thrilled to see me want to be girly) I remember going to three different Dillard's in order to find the perfect dress for homecoming. I remember my mom patiently waiting and giving me her verdict in the dressing room as I tried on each dress. Once the perfect dress was acquired we had searched high and low for the perfect shoe. The only thing left was to get dolled up for the night of splendor that laid before me. I was thinking that my mom would just help me get ready for the night and that would be it. But my mom surprised me the day of and whisked me away to a salon. Where I got my hair curled, my makeup done and of course, my nails done. I was so incredibly giddy. I remember feeling like a movie star. After I got all dolled up I remember my mom taking my friends and I out to dinner before dropping us off at Homecoming. While I don't remember enjoying homecoming that much I do remember the getting ready part which was made so much more special courtesy of my mother. 

Love Always,

Erin 

Day 80- Shoe Malfunction

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        I'm home! Whoop! As I write this I am snuggled up with my puppy and watching Hell's kitchen with mi papa, listening to Sam and his 'bros' doing whatever it is that teenage boys do (The only conclusion I've come to is girly giggling and video games). All is good. I officially register for classes tomorrow at 6:30 in the morning...yikes. So prayers that I get everything I need.

Memory #80

                  Yesterday I talked about getting mani and pedis with my mom, which is kind of broad I realize but I've come to the conclusion that sometimes memories do come in clusters. Especially when they tend to be similar. I mean how many different kind of stories can one person have involving getting your nails did? BUT FEAR NOT! I do have at least one vivid and unique memory and I think its kind of funny. So if you have ever had an interaction with me you will know (eventually) that I don't always think things through very much. Its tragic. This trait I possess became incredibly evident this one time my mom took me to get our nails done. 

          If I remember correctly I think she even allowed me to bring a friend which was a pretty big deal. I guess I must have gotten really excited about this particular mani and pedi date because I got ready super quick and was basically anxiously waiting in the car for my mom. I remember driving to our mall, which is where we got our nails done typically, and walking through the Mervyns (or at least that's what it was at the time of my memory) and towards to nail place, when my mom stopped us. My mom's face was pretty annoyed looking as she looked down at my feet. I was perplexed and glimpsed down at my feet and then it hit me. I was wearing SNEAKERS. Who, in their right mind, wears sneakers to get their toenails done? Answer: ME. ERIN LANGFORD DOES. My mom shook her head because hey, she knows how my thinking process goes. So instead of turning around and going back home to acquire a pair of flip flops, my mom just bought me a pair of flip flops and we went ahead to get our nails done. But you better believe I never lived that little goof down. Every time after that my mom always asked me if I was wearing the right foot gear. Every time. 

Love Always,

Erin

Day 79-French Styled

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        Well one paper down, two more to go plus a presentation and two tests. That is all that is left between me and the summer! Thank goodness. I am so ready to be done with this semester. Its kind of weird though at the same time since the ending of this year means that I'm basically a junior...in college. what. How did that happen? Time flies by quicker than you think, sheesh. In other exciting news I get to have a long relaxing weekend at home starting tomorrow after my class! I'm so incredibly enthused. I will also have a lot of time to work on the above things I mentioned. So hurray for weekends and family!

Memory #79

              In case you haven't noticed a lot of my mother daughter dates that I have mentioned so far (and will keep mentioning) include food. Yup we were those kind of people, we liked to eat...and enjoy our awesome company over...food. I would be lying though if I told you all of my mother daughter dates were strictly food based. Another thing that my mom get really into, and then eventually allowed me into as well (Lucky me!), was getting her nails done. There was a time when it felt like we got it down almost once a month (maybe longer than that) and seriously I was in hog heaven. Which is strange because this was happening during a time of my extreme tom boy era and I probably should have been rebelling against that or something. 

           What I remember liking most about getting my nails done was simply just being able to sit calmly with my mom and giggle over the outdated People's magazines (Let's be real they were always super old) and taking the silly love quizzes. Because let me tell you something, I did not enjoy the actual process of getting my nails done, I absolutely dreaded that part. I hated (still kind of hate it) my feet being touched but yet every time my mom offered to tote me along I would always go. Don't get me wrong I did enjoy having my nails look nice (For like a day because I'm that kind of person)  and it was fun because both my mom and I usually got (matching) french manicures. I've been maybe once to get my nails done since my mom passing away and it just kind of felt weird. 

Love Always,

Erin

Day 78-Squirrel Candy

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       Well I think I'm getting closer and closer to figuring out what I'm going to be doing this summer, hopefully! Which is such a relief but I'm still a tad anxious and on top of that I have a lot going on. So with that I will cut this part short and see you tomorrow.

Memory #76

                Whenever my mom went on errands I usually tagged along with her, even if it wasn't the most thrilling thing ever because usually something fun happened. My mom was that kind of person. We could look at anything and just burst out laughing. Or usually my mom just made something unfunny into something gut bustin. You know what I'm talking about if you have ever been around my mom, or even if you go back and look at some of her old mobile uploads the sense of humor is evident. I ended up usually being the butt of her joke. As evidenced below with the comment- 

"Offered without comment"

               Usually we could find some random item that would just crack us up for hours on end. (Or even months) This product I'm about to share with you was my mom and I's favorite. We seriously probably joked about this all of the time. 

           I apologize if you don't see any humor behind this product but to me it's pretty funny, still! 

Love Always,

Erin

Day 77- Healthy as a Horse

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      Update: Still raining. Still procrastinating on three papers I have to write so I can get As in all of my classes. Still stressing about schedules and minors! Oh! Happy Day!
 Update: I am incredibly dramatic, ha!
 Well that was silly and pointless wasn't it? On wards to the make up memory!

Memory #77

        Recently I got a physical done for camp and every time I go to whatever medical appointment this one question is always asked. "Have you had a family member in the past 5 years that was diagnosed with an illness?" and I always have to solemnly go through the usual, "Yes, my mom passed away from breast cancer two years ago." and then deal with the, "I'm so sorry for your loss." bit. I'm trying to make this as non-bitter sounding as I can because I honestly mean it when I say, I'm not bitter. Then after that whole ordeal I get the usual stern, "You do realize that because of that your chances of getting breast cancer are higher..." lecture. Which I am well aware of. The one awesome thing that can come out of that whole lecture thing is when they ask, "Was your mother tested to see if the cancer was genetic?" and I get to proudly say, "Yes.  Yes she was and no she tested negatively." 

            You might be wondering to yourself, "Erin, why are you so stinkin' proud of that?" well because my mom took an extra step to make sure that not only me, but her sister and her niece and so on wouldn't be on edge. Translation: She was more worried about the people she loved over her own sickness and well being. I'm proud to call that kind of person my mom, the person who raised me. With that being said, I'm by no means in the clear of cancer, I check myself more than once a month. AND YOU SHOULD TOO. Tell your loved ones, friends, acquaintances, strangers, enemies, and your mail WO-man. Like my mom always said, "Check yo ta-tas" 

So there's your daily reminder. 

Love Always,

Erin

Day 76-Motivation and Smarts

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      Well shoot...I just came to the realization that I'm a day off of my blogs..poop. That's what happens when I get distracted I suppose! Saturday my grandparents came in (along with my baby brother) and it was one heck of a tiring day that's for sure. I'm also completely and utterly stuffed from all of the places I have eaten out this whole weekend. Which is the biggest first world problem I have ever heard of but that's my life. Today's weather kind of matches my mood and mindset today, which is unfortunate but true. This morning started out as decent, gray but warm. You know whatever, I can deal. THEN OUT OF NOWHERE COMES THIS HORRID RAIN AND COLD WINDS. Yeah it was awful especially if you left the house wearing nike shorts.....I was definitely regretting all of my clothing choices this morning that is for sure. I can't complain about this morning though, I did get to have a coffee date with my lovely froomie (Future roommate) Kendall. Who is glorious and I adore her face and stuff. So that was definitely a highlight of my day! Then I came to the realization that if I want to minor in Spanish (Which I most desperately do) then I have to take Spanish over the summer...Yikes. Which will mean I have next to no family time. So then the rest of my morning just got poopy because I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to be doing this summer. NONE. And that scares me.

       Though there is hope (Duh), if I can get into a distance learning class offered at Blinn then maybe I can do more with my family this summer. I'm just nervous and could use a whole lot of Jesus right now. So that's my life. I hope you're doing splendid. Since I'm behind I will post a double special...just for you. You're welcome. Enjoy.

Memory #76

           This post will be one of the few posts that will point out the obvious differences between my lovely mother and I, but its worth sharing and kind of matches what's going down currently. So I apologize if you feel that this memory lacks merit in your eyes but I'm at liberty to post what I want, right? I always find it humorous how children can be so similar to their parent or how incredibly different they are in other aspects of their life. For instance my brother is a carbon copy of my dad and grandfather. If you took their baby pictures and lined them up, they'd be pretty dang similar (Except for like the camera quality or whatever). I look like neither of my parents. I look like I'm adopted. It's true. Though its pretty obvious (to me) that I am my parent's daughter in the way that I act. I would say in all honesty that Sam is most similar to my mother. Golly that boy is SMART. You heard it here. I think my baby brother might even be smarter than me (Don't hold this against me if we are ever fighting, I'll deny it). Just like my mom. Another thing they have in common? LACK OF MOTIVATION. In the same way that my mom used to get excited about things and then would just let them fade out...Sam is the same exact way. (Sorry booboo but it's true) 

       Which drives me nuts, because I'm like my dad. Smart to a degree but I make up for whatever I don't know by having the motivation to accomplish things. Translation: I have to work really really hard to maintain a level of smartness. It don't come naturally to me. My mom and Sambo, they be real smart and it (for the most part) comes to them naturally. I always find that particularly interesting, so I decided to share. Hope you don't mind.

Love Always,

Erin

Day 75-Hand me downs?

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       So ring day is over...but its still parent weekend in good ole College Station, so it is still jam packed here. And who is coming? My grandparents! Its their anniversary as well! So pretty exciting, I also get to see my baby brother (: Which is pretty exciting!

Memory #75

                 So I talked about yesterday about my mom's rings and I don't know if I mentioned this but both her wedding ring and her Aggie ring fit me perfectly. Weird, right? Its kind of like Sisterhood of the traveling pants but better. Because they probably shouldn't be able to fit but they do. Its kind of like a God sent thing or something! I find it really comforting to be quite honest. I find comfort in wearing some of her old clothes as well. I try not to get too attached to some items of clothing because obviously you shouldn't be building worth on material possessions but instead  we should be holding onto memories. Which as we can see is what I'm trying to do through this blog!

             Anyways I still hold onto pieces of clothing because I like knowing that my mom was once wearing the same thing. Its weird but its comforting. Like a couple of her old t shirts I will wear to go to bed or when I need to be comforted, because they make me somehow feel closer to her. My favorite thing though was finding clothes that my mom had hoarded over the years from when she was younger (Like 20s-30s). I guess she kept some clothes even after she had gained weight and couldn't fit into them, but I suppose she was hoping that one day she would be able to fit into them once again one day. I, in my 18 years of life with her, never saw these clothes EVER. Seriously never. So when I came across them it was like hitting a gold mind. They were the type of clothes that just came back in style and somehow they fit me just right.

Love Always,
Erin

                    

Day 74-Happy Ring Day!

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          Exciting things happening in College Station today. What, might you ask is happening? Its ring day! If you're not already aware, receiving your Aggie ring is a pretty big deal. Which means that a lot of people make a pilgrimage to College Station, which means that traffic is utterly awful in College Station. More than usual. This is the first Ring day that I actually know people who are receiving their Aggie rings today, so congratulations to those who are getting their rings today! Ya'll have earned it!

Memory #74

          I have my own Aggie ring type of memory that I think is worth sharing and the occasion is just right, don't you think? When I was a junior or senior in high school I remember I had wanted to get my rings cleaned or something so I mentioned going to James Avery. My mom had also expressed interest in going to James Avery but for a completely different reason. Because of some thyroid issues and other things my mom wasn't able to wear her wedding ring or her Aggie ring. So she had started focusing on the idea of getting her rings re-sized so that she could wear them again. So when we went to James Avery my mom brought along her rings in hopes that she could expand them. When we got there things did not go according to plan. My mom was bummed when they explained to her that they wouldn't even attempt to touch the Aggie ring and there was not a whole lot they could do to the wedding ring. So I remember her sticking them in her purse as we walked out the door. I didn't see either of these rings again until a couple of years later.

          When my mom passed away, one of the things that we wanted to do was make sure that the important pieces of jewelry and what not was accounted for. The only things we realized were missing were none other than her Aggie ring and wedding ring. We looked everywhere. Any place that we thought would be a place that someone would keep jewelry. To no avail. Even after ransacking the house we couldn't find either of the rings. I was absolutely devastated. Then came a point where my dad got in this mindset that we needed to get rid of everything that we weren't using. So all of my mom's clothes that we hadn't found a home for (or didn't hold some kind of special memory) along with shoes, and purses and whatnot. So we had gotten a lot of things bagged up to go to goodwill. I was making a last round of walking by all of the bagged donations when it hit me. I reached into the garbage bag of all of my mom's purses and found the one I remember her having at James Avery. Reached into it and found both of the rings. I just about cried. 

       In less than an hour that bag would have been at goodwill and those rings would have been lost forever and we would have never known what had become of them. Which is beyond terrifying but I'm so eternally grateful that my mind chose to remember that one memory at the right time. Which is also another good reason to start remembering these type of memories! You never know what kind of things you forgot about. So anyways I can't wait for the day that I get to wear my mom's Aggie ring as my own. Thanks and Gig'em

Love Always,

Erin

Day 73-El Barbie?

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      Woo just got done with my first big girl doctor appointment...it was pretty much a success! I got a wittle lost trying to find it but I was still 40 minutes early! So I mean it wasn't that big of a deal! Woo! And I'm getting closer and closer to being finished with camp application stuff! Which also means I'm getting closer and closer to it being the end of school and getting closer and closer to actually going to camp! Wowza time flies by! Its all very exciting! In other random news its national sibling day or whatever so I guess I'm obligated to tell ya'll how much I adore my baby bruddah. I guess he's probably in the top two of the greatest things my mom gave to me. One being life (thanks much), kind of important but Sambo is definitely a close second to that! Is that mushy enough? Did I fulfill the embarrassing older sister role yet?

So here's a picture my mom would be proud of, because we classy.

Memory #73

           Since I've been embarrassing myself as of lately on here I suppose Sam deserves to have some of his finest moments displayed as well! (I mean especially since its sibling day, right?) So I should start off and say that my brother and I have a strange relationship. We're pretty tight. We have been pretty much our whole lives, we have some real random squabbles sometimes but for the most part I would consider Sam to be one of my best friends and I'm so very thankful for that. We also, in my personal opinion, have greatly influenced each other. Growing up we were always interested in what the other person was into. If I was into dressing up in boas and tiaras, you better believe Sam was doing it too (There's photo evidence). If Sam was watching Yu-Gi-Oh, I was watching Yu-Gi-Oh and taking all of his 'cute-sy' monster cards. We had a real strange relationship.

          Anyways I remember this one time when I was in second grade and Sam wasn't really in school yet and stayed home all day with my mom. During this phase he was real interested in barbie dolls, particularly mine. So everyday when I would leave for school I would only return to my room destroyed because Sam would get into my barbies and play with them all day because my mom never caught him. EVER. So of course I was not happy with that because...hello they're my barbies you don't mess with other people's barbies! They're like family or something...Anyways to combat Sam's mischievousness my mom got the bright idea of buying Sam his own barbie for Christmas. Not just any barbie though...a WNBA Basketball barbie, complete with a magnetic basketball. So instead of discouraging Sam from playing with my barbies or barbies in general, my mom just went out and got him his own barbie. That my friends is solid parenting. Ha! In case you were wondering, he never played with his barbie. The little stinker. 

Love Always,

Erin

P.S.

Its totally ok to play with barbies and be of the male species. 

       

Day 72-Why I Don't Drink Kool-Aid

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        Well today has been a pretty uphill day if I do say so myself, I came to the realization that I have the chance to get all As and a B when I previously thought I could only get all Bs. So that's kind of really super exciting in my personal opinion. Then right after that realization I received a 95 on a paper that I didn't think I did so hot on. So again that was pretty rockin'. Then my lovely Aunt came in and took me out to lunch and even treated me to a 'Kitchen Sink' Milkshake...which has everything you could possibly imagine in it and it is simply fantastic. All that has happened and its only like 2! So very thankful to have this kind of a day before the crazy final frenzy that will be upon us sooner than I'd like. So I guess I'd better take it all in before it dissipates am I right? Also I just made my first doctor appointment ALL BY MYSELF! Woo at a place that I've never been to as well...I'm not going to get into details but lets just say my phone call was pretty special and I'd be really surprised if the secretary didn't think I was a dummy...but hey! I did it and that's all that matters!  Well I better stop procrastinating and get on with my memory! Hope you're having a magnificent day!

Memory #72

             So I had one of my first doctor memories that I shared yesterday and now I'd like to share one of my first dentist memories with you. This is also another memory that my mom would like to bring up to embarrass me or if she was trying to explain how difficult and kookey of a child I could be sometimes. If I was bad at the doctors you better believe I was also really bad at the dentist. I hated our dentist and to be fair he was not very fond of children. Which is weird since...you know...he was a pediatric dentist...but whatever to each their own. Anyways I guess this particular appointment that I'm about to unveil to you all was either during lunch of before lunch. Because I remember my mom letting me eat my lunch in the car on our way to the dentist (Oh what a treat!) My lunch I should tell you know included probably a sandwich and chips but most importantly contained one of these bad boys. 

            The infamous Blue KoolAid Bursts...Sam and I were obsessed with these things as little kids. So it was a pretty big deal that my mom let me drink it before I went to the dentist...Unfortunately she would soon regret that decision. We eventually got to the office and sat in the waiting room which had this giant fish tank that my mom would always have to steer me away from cause I was hell bent on tapping that fish tank (sorry fishies! I didn't know that hurt you!) and then came the moment when we were called back. I should also mention that I have a terrible gag reflex (Still kind of do) but as a kid it was not only dramatic but intense as well. So we get back there and I'm sitting on the chair and the dentist starts to clean my teeth or something that I was not to crazy about because next thing I know my gag reflex starts kicking into gear. I got myself so worked up that I threw up blue koolaid all over the dentist...Not kidding. My mom was mortified. In fact after that little incident we didn't have any more koolaid bursts and I was no longer aloud to eat or drink before dentist appointments. I suppose it was one of those things that my mom could eventually laugh at and make fun of me for but you better believe she got out of that office as quick as she could that day. 

Love Always,

Erin

Day 71-It Ain't Over till the Fat Lady...sits on you

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        So I've been super duper productive these past couple of days or at least more productive than I have been as of late. I'm almost done with all of my forms for camp (yay) and I've gotten a head start on some papers that aren't even due until next week! That my friends is productivity for me. Especially since I'm an avid procrastinator, it gets real bad. Fingers crossed maybe I can keep this train going!

Memory #71

                  Speaking of all of the forms that I am having to attain from camp the one that I am having the most difficulty getting is my complete vaccination records. Ugh medical information is so tricky. This wouldn't be the first time I've had an unpleasant experience at the doctors...In fact there is one particular experience my mother used to like to remind me about all of the time. You know to embarrass me. Which I probably deserved since I probably embarrassed her greatly when this little fiasco went down. Since my mom isn't here to tell the story and embarrass me or whatever I guess its up to me to humble myself. Ha. 

         So once upon a time Sam and I had a doctors appointment when we were wee little kids and we were not really excited. Well except for the anticipation that we would get stickers or some kind of toy at the end, as long as you didn't bite the doctor or something. Anyways I was under the impression that I was not to receive any shots on this particular trip, so I was not sweatin a bit. So we get to the office and they take Sam back, and if I remember correctly he was getting a bunch of shots that trip. I don't remember what for but he was and I wasn't so all was good. Next thing I know I'm sitting on the papered bed waiting for the doctor and they come in with NEEDLES. WHAT. I wasn't emotionally prepared for that at all! So I of course flipped, I was not having any of that. So my mom was called in and even she couldn't soothe me enough to get a shot. So eventually I was given an ultimatum. Either take the shot calmly or get it forcefully. Well I thought there was no way the latter would happen, so I refused. I was then dismayed to realize that they weren't kidding. In came in this large woman and I kid you not she sat on me. SAT ON ME. So that they could give me a shot. I'm not going to lie I felt super betrayed by mom and I didn't talk to her for like 5 minutes...because it was super serious. I got me a sticker though, in case you were wondering, and my mom made fun of me for that one moment a whole heck of a lot. 

Love Always,

Erin

Day 70-Toonces

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       You want to know what College Station is full of? Terrible drivers. Yup, I said it! I'm not claiming to be a fantastic driver but to be fair I have never gotten in a wreck or done anything that was downright dumb while in a car. This being said, bad drivers make me think of this SNL skit my mom used to show to Sam and I all of the time. She even used to show it to her students as a reward...So I hope this video brightens up your Monday!

Memory #70

                I don't remember when exactly my mom started showing this to Sambo and I but we were obsessed with this video. It was yet another one of those videos where we would snuggle up on the bed next to my mom so she would play us the video. We knew the theme song by heart and we seriously thought it was the funniest thing ever. Not going to lie, it still makes me laugh a little. I also just really like cats. Enjoy.

CLICK HERE FOR TOONCES VIDEO

Love Always,

Erin

P.S.

When I got my license my mom used to quote Steve Martin all of the time, 

"I guess she can drive, just not very well." Thanks mom. 

Day 69- Sorry Not Sorry

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           Well I don't know how the weather is where you are but it is hecka gloomy in College Station. Slightly depressing but who can ever say no to rain? Especially in Texas. I just wish it was pouring instead of sprinkling. Oh well! Here's to a hopefully good week!

Memory #69

                              I think this might be my last hair memory...unless something else pops into my brain that is worth telling. I apologize but I think these have been some pretty fun memories. I hope you can agree. Well this is basically a continuation of the wig story. My mom made the best of the fact that she didn't have any hair. She would always brag that she didn't really need to shave anymore or pluck her eyebrows. When she was on Chemo she would also brag that she got to pee pink and sometimes even blue. (We had these kind of conversations a lot) Things that would make people sorry about their lives she made into something worth bragging about. Including the ability to change out her hair whenever she felt like it. She soon grew tired of just wearing the ever so elegant Samantha wig and decided that it was time she had options to choose from to match her mood for the day. 

          She soon had about four to choose from. Not joking. She would line them all up on their stands on top of the TV cabinet as if they were on display. Every morning my mom after my mom had done her makeup and picked out her outfit she would stand in front of the television and say, "What hair shall I wear today?" or sometimes  (If we were lucky) we got to choose her hair for her. As strange as that sounds. She had her fancy wig (Samantha wig) for her nice occasions and when she was feeling extra pretty, the 'fun wig' which was a dark but vibrant red wig that she wore when she was feeling sassy and fun, the short wig for when she was feeling spunky and didn't want to deal with hair, then she had some other extra pieces that she could put into a pony tail or curl for when she was just not in the mood to be wearing a wig. She ended up wearing her spunky wig most of the time, because she was obviously one spunky lady. I have a lot of memories of sitting on the edge of her bathtub helping her with the decision of picking out her hair for the day, so many that the thought of it seems completely normal to me now. 

Love Always,

Erin

Day 68- The Samantha Wig

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             Its kind of a gloomy Saturday morning but maybe it will get a little prettier outside so we can take bluebonnet pictures or something!! Side note if you haven't seen the movie God's Not Dead and it is playing in a theater near you... you should definitely go see it. It is really a good movie and not going to lie definitely cried like twice in it. They offer up some real incredible things throughout it and I guarantee you will not be sorry you saw it. For real. Anyways I have some paper writing and note card making ahead of me plus maybe some friend typed fun stuff? Who knows what I will be doing today.
Now if you have already read the title of this memory, you are probably sitting there going, "Really? How many more hair stories do you really have?" This should probably be a nice break from my usual food involved memories because seriously most of my memories have something to do with food...not even joking. Also I've noticed when you think about one particular memory other memories kind of just pop into your head. It's kind of like netflix suggestions, "You just watched the memory 'When your mom cut off all of your hair' perhaps you would also like to watch 'All of these other Hair related memories'" Seriously, that's probably how my brain works no lie.

Memory #68

             We are now jumping ahead of time when my mom had already been diagnosed with cancer and was already starting to lose her hair. She had attempted a couple of things to see if she could keep her hair but they were a whole lot of effort and just seemed kind of pointless after awhile. So my mom kind of just embraced the fact that she was going to lose her hair and went out in style. She ordered all sorts of different hair stuff. The first round was like getting baseball caps and then that would come with like a pony tail looking thing so she didn't have to wear a wig when it was blazing hot outside (Because hello, Texas heat). Then came the actual wigs. I remember shopping for her first wig. My mom was bound and determined to get a wig that closely resembled what kind of hair she had before she lost it. Mainly so that there could be a sense of normalcy. Even though it was apparent that things were completely different, and she knew that. But if there was something that she could keep from getting to outside the norm, she would do it.

           So she took Sam and I to the wig shop to pick out her wig. Let me tell you, she tried to make this the most fun experience ever. As if she was picking out a brand new car. As we pointed out different wigs and our mom modeled them for us, I just remember having a really grand time. Who would have thunk that you could do that picking out a wig for your ill mother. Anyways Sam eventually picked out a wig that was simply called , "The Samantha" and wouldn't you know it fit just right and looked right. So that was the first wig my mom ended up purchasing before her hair had started to fall out. She brought it home and put it on a stand. There it sat until my mom shaved her hair off and started to rock the wigs. 

Love Always,

Erin

             

Day 67- Feelin Sassy

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        Happy Friday! I don't know about you but I'm so incredibly excited to have no plans. That's right I have next to no plans this weekend and I couldn't be more thrilled. I have time to actually complete some papers and assignments! Won't that be treat...Well anyways I have a pretty chill night ahead of me and guess what? I have even more hair stories to tell! This time though they aren't about me...I hope you're enjoying these even in the slightest.

Memory #67

                So before my mom was diagnosed with cancer she used to dye her hair all the time, you know to cover up all 'the gray' that ladies really deal with in their 40s. She never strayed too far from her natural hair color it was always pretty much a dark brown, light brown if she was going a little crazy. (Totally a joke)   She usually got it done professionally but I remember a couple of times in elementary school when she was having to juggle both Sambo and I she tended to do it herself. It usually came out just fine and came out the right color and all that jazz but this one time I remember it did not go exactly as planned. The story according to my mom went a little something like this. She told me that she was in a rush at the grocery store and consequently was also in a rush of picking up her dye. When she got home and started to color her hair I guess she lost track of time because she said she hadn't really looked at her hair too much when she came to pick us up from school. Now my mom's hair was not an outrageous color or anything. In fact unless you saw her every day/and was looking super close at it, it didn't really stand out that much. My mom had accidentally dyed her hair a dark red. Not that big of a deal but when you've had consistently dark brown hair your whole life...that is quite the change. The funny part about it was Sam's reaction, because to be quite honest I didn't really notice it at first. When it was pointed out to me I kind of just shrugged and went on with my life (That's the kind of kid I was) but Sam...oh my lord Sam almost didn't get in the car with us. He was so certain that lady with reddish hair could not have been our mom. It was pretty funny (not for my mom initially) and I just remember my mom referring to her red hair as her, "Sassy hair". Sam did not approve of sassy hair.

Love Always,
Erin

Day 66- The Last of the Hair?

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            Just got off the phone with my wonderful grandmother and she just gave me some super enlightening news. Apparently my mom also got her long hair chopped off as a little girl because she also refused to cut it....hmmm sounds a little suspicious there huh? The apple still doesn't fall to far from the tree...again. Anyways I am more than ready to sit around and do nothing or better yet think of nothing. Because the last couple of days I have done a great deal of nothing but my thinking/stressing levels? Off the chart. Luckily I have some free time for the next couple of days!

Memory #66

                  So my next hair story starts in that time period right smack dab in the Olive Oyl phrase a.k.a. my mom's favorite phase for me. I was an 8th grader at the time which also means that I was about to embark into the high school years and be transformed...or something. I'm still waiting for that whole 'middle school awkward' phase to dissipate out of my system...but you know whatever. Anyways my mom was bound and determined that I was going to learn how to fix my hair in something other than the gosh awful Olive Oyl bun. So without even asking me or anything my mom made an appointment at the hair salon she went to with her super trendy twenty something year old stylist. My mom also made me a bag of things to bring, hair bands, my straightener, clips everything! I kid you not this lady sat down and gave me a lesson in how to do my hair. Seriously. That was how my mom handled things. If you complained about something to much without signs of trying to improve it yourself, she would just force the tools into your hands and let you learn. 

          So you better believe that on the first day of my high school career (and every day since then) I dawned not only hair that was not in a bun but hair that I was confident in. My mom was also extremely satisfied to see no more Olive Oyl lurking around in her sight. Now I'm not saying that because of that hair stylist journey I'm an expert on hair now (Not the moral of the story) because believe me I learned next to nothing (lol I'm still a n00b when it comes to hair) but again it was more of the confidence boost and I just find it funny that my mom thought my hair styling was so bad that she hired someone to teach me how to fix it. That's my mom for you.

Love Always,

Erin

Day 65-More Hurr

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            Well lookey there...its day 65 which means I still have 300 joyous memories to think up and share. My, has time flown by. Pretty soon this semester will have flown by and next thing I know I'll be at camp. That is all very exciting but at the same time nerve wrecking. Yesterday I had a sort of panic moment when I realized I don't really know what I'm going to do with my life. Or better yet if I'm in the right place that God intended me to be. When I feel this uncertainty in my life I also feel myself pulling away from God because of fear. Fear that I will miss up and fear because I know I don't deserve the incredible plan God has for my life but by his great mercy his plan is a gift that I can't return. This has nothing to do with my memory for the day but you know with my mom gone I sometimes need to write down my thoughts and talk myself off the ledge, since that used to be my mom's job. So yeah there's that. I'm getting less sick! Today has been a pretty good day.

Memory #65

                So I got some more hair stories for you...sorry if these are totally lame but I'm still a little sick and frazzled so they will have to suffice. So after I started growing out my hair, after the vicious chopping in second grade, my hair started to get long and a little cray. I was still at the age though where it was somewhat acceptable to have your mom do your hair. That being said my mom helped me with my hair all the way up until my senior year of high school...yup even at unacceptable ages my mom had to help me with my hair sometimes. Am I embarrassed? Not in the slightest. The woman was a pro. In elementary school I absolutely loved asking my mom to do my hair, my favorite style then was the classic pig tail look. My mom didn't do my hair everyday but when she did it was a huge treat, my confidence was always heightened when I got to rock the pig tail look. 

           Middle school took a different route, I told ya'll yesterday that for the most part I wore my hair in the slicked back and ever so awful Olive Oyl bun. Which is true but in 6th grade my mom would sometimes offer to put my hair in this super high pony tail that I could never achieve. Seriously she had magic hands, everything she did to my hair always looked a kajillion times better than anything I could fashion on my head. In fact both my 6th and 7th grade school picture feature hair styles done by mom. I don't know if I was the only kid who thought this, but I thought having my hair done by mom was the coolest thing and she never once groaned when I came into her bathroom interrupting her getting ready time to ask her to do my hair. She would just smile and pat the seat in her bathroom so that she could do my hair. 

         High school now I will say I was rarely asking my mom to do my hair but let me just talk about when that fish tail hype rolled into town. I remember looking up like 5 different videos over and over again to learn how to achieve this braid with no avail. I could not do this braid. I remember walking downstairs and moping on my mom's bread because obviously if I could not achieve this braid my life meant nothing (lol). So I explained how to do it to my mom and she once again pat the seat and did it on my hair...perfectly on the first try. Well since I got so many compliments on it that day I might have asked my mom multiple times to do it again, and every time she did.

Love Always,

Erin

Day 64-Olive Oyl

Howdy!!

       

        Still sick and my medication makes me a little foggy and tired. So I hope to goodness when I read these at a later time they don't sound like I'm completely off my rocker...yeesh. I have some planning of my life to do (So stressful) Hope you are all enjoying this great weather and what not.

Memory #64

               I have some more hair memories ya'll, get excited. I have decided to do a mini hair series because I have enough stories relating to hair to do so. (Also I don't trust my under the weather brain to think up and relay good memories) So after the short hair phase was over (which was far too long in my general opinion) as I had more domain over my general appearance, my hair once again became long. Since you know my mom didn't brush it anymore and therefor let me do as I wish. So my hair was starting to get longer and I was content...for a little while. Eventually a lot of girls come to that stage in life when  their hair changes and is no longer easy to manage. You know, when you have to actually maybe style it? Middle school Erin had absolutely no knowledge of doing that. Period. She also lacked the courage to ask anybody how to do one's hair. Then lastly she was not that confident in her natural hair on top of that. So during the middle school years Erin would take a shower in the morning and put her hair in a weird misshapen bun at the nape of her neck. Yup.

       My mom absolutely HATED IT. Seriously everyday my mom would call me "Olive Oyl"  You know from Popeye? Here's a picture if you can't wrap your mind around it. That is seriously how my hair looked everyday and my mom had a way of calling me out on it that kind of makes me laugh now. 

Love Always,

Erin

P.S.

I never wear my hair like that now. Promise. 

P.P.S.

I wish spinach worked like that in real life cuz I'd be real buff