"Day 142"- Summer Slump

Howdy!

      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