Day 91-The Legend

Howdy!

     
       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