"Day 142"- Summer Slump

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      Hello. Hi. Its been awhile. I guess its time to be honest not only to myself but to those who read this blog. I've hit a point where I don't feel inspired to write everyday. Sounds weird, right? I can't fully explain it, because I still think about my mom on the daily. Like for realz. But when I think about actually sitting down to write a blog post I am filled with anything but enthusiasm Especially after I've missed a couple of days already. I was talking to my lovely cousin the other day, to celebrate her birthday and graduation...since I missed both of them, and I came to the conclusion that I'm just not really inspired to write. I don't know if its because of a lack of schedule in the summer or that I know very soon that I'll be back at camp and won't be able to write posts anyways. OR WHAT. I don't know. Everything is up in the air. That being said I do intend on writing a full 365 posts (or more) of memories about my mom, but it might not be daily. I might write 15 in one night because, hey who knows maybe I'm crazy feelin really up to it. But right now writing these posts haven't been fun for me to write, which sounds selfish but in all honesty that was kind of the point of the blog. I'm glad other people have been helped through my blog but at the end of the day I started the blog to help me remember the good things. And hey I can't speak for ya'll but it has helped me.

      So this is not a good bye speech by any means, I fully intend to dazzle you with 365 memories of my awesome mother. But I'm coming to terms with the fact that I might not have the motivation or enthusiasm to do one every single day, at least for now. I hope you understand and can bare with me and my unruly schedule. Also ya'll gotta remember...I am my mother's daughter. I may not have been blessed with her wit but I sure as heck was blessed with her procrastinating skillz and what not. So thanks for sticking around and not forming mobs outside my house demanding that I post on a normal schedule. You rock. So without further or due here is a long awaited memory. And I'm not promising that there will be a post tomorrow. I'm 20. I don't even know what I'm going to eat for dinner and its 7 o clock.

*Also my computer is being super haywire so I can't access my document full of memories or post any pictures. So there is another reason to my laziness in the posts department...sigh. First world problems.

Memory #142

            The summer after my seventh grade year my girl scout troop decided to embark on this super special awesome trip. This trip would basically entail going to the birthplace of the girl scouts/founder in Savanna, Georgia and wait for it...Disney World. Yes! Disney World. When I found that out I begged my mom to go, and then of course when she said yes I begged for her to come with me. Because of course I couldn't go without my best friend...right? To give you a quick back story about this trip, it wasn't a trip that my troop decided to do it was a trip that multiple troops in our area could go on, our whole troop didn't end up going. In fact I think we had an odd number and my mom ended up being the only adult from our troop that went. Which was good in our books, because my mom was the cool mom. On the charter bus I remember I initially sat with one of my best friends but eventually ended up sitting by my mom and snuggling the whole way with her, probably against her will too. 

         The first night in Georgia we stayed in this really nice hotel and my mom surprised us with a bunch of different prank items! Which included, fake cockroaches, crime tape and wait for it...fake poop in a can. Yeah. My mom brought that. At this hotel the girl scout directors would check all of the rooms before leaving to whatever activity we had planned for that day, so we got to work to leave them a little surprise. First we put fake poop in the toilet...because where else would you put that stuff...we stuck cockroaches on the toilet seat and lastly we put crime scene tape on the bathroom door. We had one hang up though. The fake poop was AWFUL. It smelled awful and it ended up clogging our toilet. Hahaha jokes on us? We might have gotten in a little trouble and my mom was pretty embarrassed but seriously that's probably my most memorable memory from that trip. 

     I also remember that night two girls in our troop were super busy calling their "boy friends" to hang out with us, so my mom called us in her room to sit on her bed as we made up funny acronyms like, "LMNOP" which stands for "Like my new orange pants?" and other really random weird things. Totally random but those are the two things I remember about that trip to Georgia. (Also that was my first encounter with a talking street lamp, fun times) 

Love always,

Erin

Day 141-Sueño del Mar

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          So I had a whoopsie and packed my laptop up before posting something...story of my life. Nothing new. I guess I should also say that my family and I drove down to Port Aransas today...Surprise! Asombroso! That's surprise in spanish...woohoo putting that knowledge to work! Yikes anyway we are settled down and I'm attempting to fish in the morning. What is my life. Who am I? These are not things I do lol but when in Rome Port Aransas...right? Anyways I have two posts to catch up on so lets goooo.

Memory #141

            So we're at Port Aransas so I ought to give some beachy Port A memories, right? If you know my family you know that we have had a tradition of going to Port A the day school gets out for a week. Every year. Without fail. My parents have an extended group of friends that they have kept up with since high school that all goes as well. So its basically like a giant reunion party. Its awesome. Anyways there are many memories pertaining to Port Aransas. I remember when I was in middle school and I was way more interested in shopping and eating rather than hanging out the beach. Unfortunately the people we went with were the opposite. Especially my dad. He didn't leave the beach until the sun was leaving. It was awful (to me). Luckily my mom was into doing these kind of things with me. So there were many a times that my mom and I would sneak away from the tent caravan of the beach where my dad lurked and out into the town where we could eat and shop. Which are in my top 5 things of enjoyment. Basically these were just more special mother daughter date times that I craved because boys are gross. In fact I would say that's the thing I miss the most about my mom not being here anymore. I miss her especially when I go on these old routine type of trips, I guess because it becomes more apparent that she isn't here. 

WOW THAT GOT SAD I'M SORRY ITS LATE AND I'M TIRED. I do miss my mom but obviously I know she is always with me and that cheesy sentimental way that I adore. 

Love always,

Erin 

Day 140-Kid with a Schedule

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            Hey! Look! I'm on time...haha wow. Anyways I've had a busy day. Primarily studying for Spanish which is just going my way. At all. I study daily for this class and I'm getting no where with it. Super frustrating. So prayers to just pass this course would be greatly appreciated! I just now realized how crazy my summer has been and how crazy its about to get. So I feel like this summer is just going to fly by like no other. Yikes. Hope you're enjoying your summer like I have!

Memory #140

                When I was in kindergarten my mother made sure that I was participating in every little thing that I could. Not kidding. In Kindergarten I was not only taking ballet lessons but I was a girl scout and a soft ball player. All in the same year. I remember also that these things tended to all fall on the same day. So my mom would pick me up from school drive me to the dance studio where I changed into my leotard and tights to dance, and my mom would have to stay because one I was afraid that if she left and I got stuck in the dance room no one would come save me (lol) and two there was really no point of leaving because the studio was so far from our house and she had to take me to my next appointment anyways. So after dance my mom would hand me my soft ball uniform and I would change in the Dairy Queen, that was so conveniently located next to my dance studio, while my mom ordered dinner for us. Then after I had scarfed my early dinner I would go to t-ball practice. I'll have you know that I was so great at t-ball that my award at the end of the year was "Best accessorized" my mom was sooooo proud of me. After T-ball I would throw on my girl scout vest and my mom would tote me along to my girl scout meeting.

           All in one day. So I take this moment to thank not only my mom but other moms who do this kind of thing every day for their kids. I mean I know my mom is the one who signed me up for these activities but she did it because she knew I would enjoy it and I did. I have many a fond memory of being afraid of the dance room and asking for my mom and also running away from the t-ball...but also of eating at DQ with my mom without Sam lol. Sam. Good times.

Love always,

Erin

Day 139-Happy Father's Day!

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             Ok back on schedule...for now. ha. Its Father's day! I guess I don't love my dad at all because I didn't post anything on facebook...yikes. Well here is my official Happy Father's day post to all father's out there...but especially my own. You ok I guess.

#FAMILY

Memory #139

                       I only have one memory about father's day, so that's what I'll write about today. You know tis the season? Every year my mom would always ask my dad, "What do you want for father's day?" Because heck who even knows? My dad would always without fail answer, "Anything but a tie." If you know my dad you would also know that the man does not wear a tie ever. Only on weddings. That is the only time I have really seen my father wear a tie. Every year it was the same thing, "Anything but a tie." No other useful tips or clues. Just as long as it was not a tie. So guess what my mom decided to get him as a father's day gift? Not just a tie. But the worst tackiest ugliest tie we could find. Because obviously what other option do you have? I remember driving down to Goodwill with both my mom and Sam as we hunted for the ugliest tie we could muster, which we spotted pretty quickly. I then remember giggling the whole ride home and then more so when my father opened up his beautiful tie. He loved it. So much. So very much. So happy father's day! If someone asks you what you want...tell them or you'll end up with an ugly tie. Haha. Happy father's day!

Love always,

Erin

                  

Day 138-Terrible Child

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               I tricked myself into thinking I posted yesterday haha jokes on me. The forever question of this blog shall now and forever be, "Will Erin post today?" Yikes. That's what being disconnected from the technological world for two weeks can do to you...Shucks anyways time to catch up...again

Memory #140

                  My last memory was about a time I did something terrible and then Sam got blamed and I never suffered any repercussions...so I actually have another similar memory because apparently I'm a terrible child with terrible ideas. This is also another memory that I never got caught...see I was pretty much a great child so when I did do things I didn't caught...that's how you do it folks. Anyways when Sam and I were little my parents got us a computer to share, if memory serves me correctly I believe that the computer didn't have access to the internet so we just played computer games on it. We loved playing computer games they were basically our prized possessions. Forreal. Not even kidding. Anyways I guess Sam did something to me one day and I wanted retribution for his wrongs and I guess I didn't get any from the higher authorities so I took it upon my own hands to right the wrong committed against me. What did I do? I took Sam's computer disks and scribbled all over them...with crayon. Yeah. Each and every one of them. 

          I thought I had gotten away with this for multiple years until like 5 years ago when I guess my guilt laden conscious finally broke and needed to come clean. I confessed to my mom of my tragic deed and she looked at me flat faced, shrugged, and said, "I already knew that." This lady knew all along that I had done something so terrible but let me get away with it. What. She probably knew that me feeling guilty for so long was a better punishment than any other type of grounding or anything. Moms know everything. This memory proves it. sort of.

Love always,

Erin the terrible child

Day 137-The Toilet Queen

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Officially caught up! How about that storm from last night?! That was scary...Not going

to lie I was super scared. The last time I remember being in a tornado watch was when I was in second grade. I remember my neighbor's tree fell on their house the wind was so strong, so I guess this one wasn't nearly as bad as that one...Good times. Oh and I guess the Spurs won...so yay basketball? lol anyways I hope you are safe and sound and content with the basketball world...yeah. Also can we just talk about that since its June that the blizzard of the month is s'mores and that just so happens to by my favorite blizzard of all time...so if you haven't gotten one yet. Go. Enjoy. You're welcome.

Memory #137

                     So I'm about to get real with ya'll, because today I unveil my deep dark not so secret secret. It happened when I was younger and it makes me laugh now but lets just say Sambo would not find it funny. When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, and Sam was not in school yet...I think, the only way Sam would go to bed is if he had a video playing in the background. And it drove me absolutely nuts! I could never go to bed with his video playing because it distracted me and then I would wake up the next day really tired. So I had to come up with a game plan to stop this, that you know didn't involve asking my parents to get Sam to quiet down at night...because that would make sense and I'm not a very logical child. I knew the only way Sam would be stripped of his television privileges is if he got in trouble. Before Sam was in his room, and before my dad came to tuck us in and make the toilet check to see if Sam had flushed (because boys are smelly and gross) I went into Sam's bathroom and grabbed the first bottle of stuff I could find and I squeezed out the contents onto Sam's toilet seat...Yeah. That was my grand scheme folks. I was brilliant. Really. It's kind of embarrassing. Anyways my dad made the check and Sam got in trouble but that wasn't enough. I did this for three days straight. I kid you not. On the last day Sam's TV privileges were revoked and I got my first good night of sleep, surprisingly enough. I guess my sense of guilt hadn't been completely developed at that point.  Pure evil mastermind right here. 

           Anyways so I kept this dark and dirty secret to myself for at least eight years until one day I randomly told my mom. My mom was completely shocked but she wasn't even really mad. She did inform me that they had to replace the toilet seat because whatever I had put on the seat permanently left a mark. I kind of remember her just making jokes at my expense because lets be honest that was a pretty terrible plan. I think my mom was more embarrassed of my plan than me actually enacting on my plan. For awhile she called me the toilet queen though and those were some interesting times. Leave it to my mom to be more distressed about my type of execution of a plot rather than being distressed that I even attempted to seek revenge on my brother. 

Love always,

Erin

Day 136-Those Summer Nights

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                                           Almost there! Then we will be on a normalish schedule...right?

Memory #136

                      My family has never really been one of those families that always eats dinner around a table together. That sounds bad but really we were just never home all at the same time or we all sort of do our own individual dinner thang. That's just how our family rolls and that is ok with me. Every once in a while, especially in the summer, my mom and dad would spontaneously decide we were going to make dinner together and then eat together outside. During these meals my dad would usually barbeque something and my mom would make the sides and sometimes she would surprise us and bring out a watermelon. These were some really calm and peaceful meals and some of the few that we spent where everyone was there and in a good mood. Definitely some good times. Haven't really had the same time of family meal since she's been gone, and they are definitely missed a whole bunch.

Love always,

Erin

Day 135-Play Me A Song...

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ONE MORE AFTER THIS AND I'M CAUGHT UP!

Memory #135

                   Not sure if I have already talked about this already but I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say that I haven't. My mom learned how to play the piano growing up and adored playing the piano. In fact the piano in our house was a gift to my mom from my dad because that's how much she loved it. I wish I had gotten more into piano because apparently I have the fingers of a good pianist..sigh lost dreams. Anyways growing up there was a point in time when my mom attempted to give me piano lessons. Which is the only reason I can play Mary Had A Little Lamb plus some really super random nameless songs that my mom helped me learn to play. For like a month I remember coming home from school and excitedly running into my mom's office so that she would teach me how to play 'the bear song' or the 'little pony song'. Which I can still play to this day...thank you very much. 

                 These lessons, like everything else in the Langford household, fizzled out really quickly and were forgotten. Until my junior year of high school where my mom taught me one of those two person type of songs, that I have no idea what they're called but they're super fun. My mom taught me the easier lower part and she played the complicated high part. I remember my mom being so patient as my fumbling fingers tried to understand how they were supposed to move in time and getting pumped when I finally accomplished the medley. I loved playing that little tune with her and she probably got annoyed with how much I asked her to play it with me but she would always cave with a smile and sit on the bench with me. It makes me super nostalgic when I play that tune but its always the first thing I turn to when I sit in front of a piano bench. So if anyone knows the high part of the diddy I'm talking too, hit me up my mom says I'm solid at the lower part...hah!

Love always,

Erin

Day 134-More Chinese Food?

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         I have pictures that I want to use on this blog buuuuut my scanner is not working so keenly at the moment so currently that is out of the question. I'll get working on it though and there shall be pictures and they shall be wondrous. 

Memory #134

           I have another foodie memory to share! Shocker. I've mentioned before that my mom and I's restaurant was this one noodle house place, which is true but before that it was the asian buffet place here in Austin called North & South China. Back in the day it was really good (now its pretty questionable, which is unfortunate) but it was a huge deal when my mom said we were going there. Like really big deal. Though I will admit there was definitely a period we went there a lot. Like a lot a lot. So much that a waitress knew my mom and I by name and the lady knew my birthday. We were tight. Sometimes after I had a doctor and dentist appointment I remember my mom take me to North and South China. These times were weirdly some of my best memories because since Sam was so young at the time I didn't get a whole lot of special 'mommy and me time' so these were the golden moments for me that made me feel super special. Again I just miss these kind of dates with my mom.

Love always,

Erin

Day 133-Baseball Queens

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        I have a feeling I should stop titling these things as 'Day..' since most of these are not on the day they should be...whoops. I'm still not entirely sure what I'm going to do when I'm away for 6 weeks at camp! That is way to many memories to pre-write...yikes. We shall see but for now I'm getting closer to getting caught up woohoo!

Memory #133

                  A few years back Sam was on this baseball team called the Pirates, even though Sam was on multiple different baseball teams this particular one stands out the most. I was a freshman in high school at the time. Slowly getting over being weird awkward and more into the 'embrace the awkward and make it funny' stage, just trying to find my role in the grand scheme of society...or probably just in high school. Before I had never been comfortable with being myself around new people but it would be safe to say that at the end of this particular baseball season all that went out the window. It started out slowly, with just me quietly making up chants and songs about my own little brother each time he came up to bat, until my mom joined in and made them louder and more confident. Than with other parents in support of our silliness we started making up songs for each player when they came up to bat, which I rewrote the lyrics to the songs to apply to each individual player. We became the team that was always having fun and chanting and cheering loudly even when we weren't winning. 

           My mom and I got really spirited on that team, and as corny as this might sound that season gave me the confidence to be myself more openly around everyone. You would agree if you had witnessed me at camp...yikes. My mom would be one proud lady.  

Love always,

Erin

Day 132- Making Up

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             Wow. So I've had a lot of things on my plate and its been a real shock coming back from the camp world. I haven't completely gotten back into the swing of things. So camp...it was a real blast. I made a whole ton of frands that I already miss and I became life guard certified...which is a real fun story if you ever get the chance to ask me about it...real good one. Definitely had my first meltdown of camp on the edge of the pool, ha good times. For reals though it was awesome I got to try a lot of different things that were super outside my comfort zone and I got to figure out more about the person I want to be and that is really awesome. So anyways I'm going to catch myself up as best as I can, so lets go!

Memory #132

                 Today my dad is having an office party, which means that there is no lack of alcohol lined up on the counters of the cabana. As I was meandering around the cabana my eye spotted a bottle of some kind of strawberry alcohol of sorts and it got me thinking about a time during my junior year. I think it was during my high school's prom, that I never went and have absolutely no regrets of not going. (In case you were wondering) Anyways I remember that I was bored, because I hadn't made any plans to hang out with any of my other friends who weren't attending prom, and mopey probably. So my mom stepped in with an idea. I don't remember what we did preceding the event I'm about to foreclose but most likely we saw a movie or shopped like the shop-a-holics we were, it doesn't really matter. I just remember that this was also the night I felt that my mom saw me as one of her gal pals and not just her daughter. My mom told me that the first wine she ever drank was this Strawberry Hill stuff and she then told me that if I was interested we could get a bottle and I could try it out.

            How could I pass that up? So my mom was once again the cool mom who went out and bought a bottle of the 'finest' Strawberry Hill wine ever and poured us some glasses. I remember not being a fan of the win but drinking at least half of my cup just so that I could have a reason to sit out in the cabana with my mom giggling and being down right silly and then also having some real life conversations that I still think about to this day. That was the first and last time I will ever partake in drinking Strawberry Hill but my memory of the time makes up for the torridness of it all.

Love always,

Erin

UPDATE: WHY NO POSTS HAVE BEEN GOING UP

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           I AM SO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR MY LACK OF POSTS! Since I've gotten back from camp I have been swamped with stuff to do and then right as I was going to post everything tonight we get a dang tornado warning...So hopefully I can get caught up and get back in the swing of things! So sorry and stay safe!

Love always,
Erin

Day 131 - Taco Salads

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              Still playing catch up! I will update ya'll on camp stuff when I'm done with this!

Memory #131

This is a super incredibly random and short memory but it popped into my noggin today and I thought I'd share it anyways. My mom used to do this diet every once in a while where she wouldn't eat carbs, I remember these times distinctively because these were also the times that we would get mildly obsessed with taco salads. (Which is why if I'm being rushed at a Mexican restaurant I always get the taco salad) My mom liked getting them because she could eat everything in a taco salad...except for the shell so I would always feel guilty when I started nibbling on my shell. I remember in college station once we were waiting around for some reason at night in my mom's car and we were starving. It was like 11 at night I want to say so my mom drove us to a taco cabana and we ordered taco salads and then she parked facing an abandoned restaurant. We sat there in the dark and ate our taco salads. It was real chill.

Love always,

Erin 

Day 130- Whoopsie Daisey

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        Hi I'm back from camp! I've been extremely exhausted and stressed. Why? Because as soon as I came back to the real world I realized I had to do a crap ton of online stuff for Spanish...wooo yay so I apologize for the delay and I will be making up the posts....starting now.

Memory #130

       Well Sam is officially done with school so its pretty much summer time in my household, even though I've been done for over a month now...whatever so I guess I'll post a vacation type of memory. Why not? I don't remember when this particular memory happened, I mean it happened during my junior year of high school but I don't remember why we went down to my cousin's house or exactly when (I guess I could figure that out by using Facebook but I will leave that to mystery because it doesn't matter) Anyways I remember traveling down to my Mansfield cousins (As we like to call them around here) and staying with them for a night or something. When we got there it was around lunch time, mom and I were hungry and Sam was straight up hangry (hungry + angry) so they took us to this place called 'No frills grill' or something. Upon getting there we found to our utmost amusement a quarter machine that didn't pop out candy or stickers...no this one shot out...wait for it...STICK ON MUSTACHES. Who comes up with these things? You better believe my mom started shelling out quarters for us to be able to accessorize ourselves. This is seriously probably one of my most favorite memories and guess what? There are pictures.

These pictures make me smile. I hope they make you smile.

Love always,

Erin

Day 129- Uncle Ted's House

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I'm coming home tomorrow!! (: I'm sure right about now I'm dreading having to leave my camp family and back into the real world but I will be excited for the rest of the summer!

Memory #129

                How about another Uncle Ted story? That's a hypothetical question because you don't really have a choice in the matter...for the most part. After Uncle Ted's original purpose was cancelled the big question became "What do we did with him?" but my mom had plans for him, as always. For awhile Uncle Ted just say idly at the dining room table as if he were waiting for a meal to be delivered and for the first couple of months it would freak me and Sambo out to see someone in there but eventually I got used to that, which is pretty lolzy. Then my mom decided that Uncle Ted needed to get out more, (lol to my mom's line of thinking) so there came a time that in middle school when my mom would come to pick me up after school there would be a man sitting in the front seat. IT SCARED ME EVERY SINGLE TIME. I wouldn't see him until I was about to open the door and then my mom would laugh at me because she was so proud of herself. Basically I would have to sit in the back so that Uncle Ted could sit in the front. What even. 

             Another thing my mom loved to do, that my dad hated, was to stick Uncle Ted in our living room as if he was a part of the family and enjoying the comfort of our lazy boy. My dad was always the first to wake up so when he would exit his room and turn on the living room lights Uncle Ted was always there to startle my poor dad in the morning. My mom got a kick out of it but eventually Uncle Ted was asked to evict the living room and go sit tucked away in my mom's office as a permanent client. Until my parents built the pool house in our backyard which my mom dubbed as Uncle Ted's house, where he still lives to this day. 

Love always,

Erin

Day 128- Uncle Ted

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Coming Home in three days!!

Memory #128

                    This next story is a two parter and kind of involves the camp I went to and also my mom's awesome and wonderful prankster alter ego. Our first experience with this camp was so awesome that both my mom and I knew we were going to try and attend again the next year but with even more ammo up our sleeves. My mom immediately started planning for awesome and fun pranks (and above all else-harmless) that we could have for next year, when my mom got excited about something there was no stopping her. Not even when you pointed out that there was a whole year before we would really need to worry about getting supplies for camp pranks, there was no stopping her. My mom was also obsessed with the movie Weekend at Bernie's. If you don't know what I'm talking about look it up, watch it, love it, repeat. My mom came to the conclusion that the best prank prop ever would be. A stuffed mannequin...by the name of Uncle Ted. If you've been in our pool house, you will know that Uncle Ted lives there because my family is strange. 

                      This is Uncle Ted, my mother bought, clothed and named him. The name Ted is derived from a period where Sam thought it was hilarious to refer to everyone as Ted instead of their real name. Strange family. I know. There are a lot of really good memories that I had with Uncle Ted and my mother that I will get into probably tomorrow or at a later date but the original purpose of Uncle Ted was to be used as a prank for Camp the next year.Unfortunately we never got to take Uncle Ted on his camping adventure because of a death in the family but don't you worry we got plenty of use out of Uncle Ted. Uncle Ted is a hilarious and excellent reminder of my mom's humor and a lot of the goofy things that my mom used to do with him.

Love always,

Erin

Day 127-It Turned Into a Ballroom Blitz

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Coming Home Countdown: 3 more days!

Memory #127

                     Yesterday I mentioned that my mom encouraged my cabin to embrace our inner rebels and prank the boy cabin. Which was awesome and our cabin definitely bonded even if it was a silly frivolous prank. This prank however set off a domino effect that was unforeseeable and chaotic. One day during camp there was an impromptu meeting for the counselors/chaperons, which meant that I had to be separated from my mother for an hour, woe is me. It also meant that all of the kids were really and truly unchaperoned, and that my friends should leave an unsettling feeling in all of you. I remember looking out my window and all of a sudden being filled with fear as I realized an army of stinky teenage boys were heading towards the girls cabins carrying WATER BALLOONS. ALL OF THEM. Then it got worse as a row of girls wielding cups of ice emerged from the girl's cabin side. Oh. The. Humanity. The girl with the braid and I decided to team up and try to reach the adults before madness ensued. Bravely we ran out of the safety of our cabin and through the unknown towards the adults. 

           I remember interrupting the adults meeting and seeing my mom and instantly feeling relief. I'M SORRY THIS STORY SOUNDS SO CHEESY BUT THIS IS MY LIFE. Long story short the prank war got stopped before ice was hurtled at people, some water balloons were lost and some people were drenched but unharmed. Also I would just like to point out that my mom initiated a prank war.

Love always,

Erin

Day 126- Cool Mom

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I like this picture, it embodies camp and my mom's spirit. Don't you think? 

Memory #126

                   Don't fret I have more camp memories to share! This camp that we attended had daily theme nights, where you would decorate your cabin and then the directors would come by and decide who had the best cabin that night, and whoever did received a prize of ice cream. (High stakes) I remember my mom decided to go above and beyond and buy all of these decorations so that the gals and I could have fun and also maybe win some ice cream. I remember thinking that she was the coolest mom ever, and all of the other girls saying the same thing and I remember being so stinkin proud that I got to be the daughter of a cool mom. Anyways the first night's theme was country themed and we went with Jamaica and boy was our room decked out, including Jamaican music playing in the background because my mom was awesome. We definitely won first that night and got the sweet sweet prize of ice cream. 

         So the next night we were totally going to outdo ourselves...until my mom inspired us to come to the conclusion that pranking the boys was way more important. We all snuck out to the boys cabins and decorated their doors with all things girly, pink and princess...because we were fantastic prankers. It took so long that by the time we got back to our cabin we didn't have time to decorate our cabin so my mom came up with idea to bribe the judges. We made a giant poster that explained our predicament. It basically said "We didn't decorate our room because we were to busy pranking the boys please accept this dollar as a bribe." My mom told us it was a brilliant plan and we followed her lead. At judging time, you'll never believe that we actually got second place...because of our silly bribe. Thanks to my mother. What a role model. lol

Love always,

Erin

The daughter of a cool mom

Day 125- Camp Jealousy

Howdy!

How can I be stressed when I'm completely disconnected from technology and the outside world?

Hopes and prayers that I'm still having a good time!

Memory #125

         Five more days until I'm back from camp! How exciting! Which means I only have to prewrite five-ish more of these blog posts, which is very time consuming I find. Hurray! I thought for the next couple of posts I would talk about the one sort of camp experience I had with my mom. When I was in middle school my church had this camp that other churches attended as well in Kerville and my mom suggested that I go but get this. I refused to go unless my mom promised that she would go as well. I was that kid. So my mom agreed and went along as a chaperon on my cabin as well...I tell you I was not like other kids. When we got there  my mom and I were the first ones to our cabin so we decided to quickly set up our own beds. My mom had specifically gotten me sheets for my bed but I hadn't brought a blanket. Luckily my mom brought an extra blanket but I ended up snagging the quilt, that I have to this day, that she had planned and wanted for her own bed. Again my mom was nice enough not to say anything and let me steal her quilt. 

       Then the other girls arrived at our cabin and we all instantly became best friends, because that's what happens at camp. I was having a blast at camp, then night time came around. This girl told me that she went to bed every night with her hair in a braid so that her hair wouldn't get tangly when she slept at night, so she asked my mom if she would braid her hair for her. Let me tell you what kind of child my mom had to deal with, because I crack myself up on how silly I got. I got like super de duper jealous that my mom was braiding other girl's hair so as soon as she was done with that girl I made my mom braid my hair as well. lol I was really bad at sharing my mom, also I'm ridiculous. 

Love always,

Erom