The Mother

           Guess who is comin to town…. I’ll give you one hint: It’s not Santa Clause.  It’s THE MOTHERRRR! In less than 72hrs I will be reunited with my pretentious hippy mommy. So batten down the hatches and man your stations Butler, this dynamic duo is about to be reunited and I doubt you will be able to handle it.

            The Mother and I have a very strange relationship to say at the least. It baffles a lot of my friends. If you have ever seen the TV show Gilmore Girls (you're missing out if you haven't) it is very similar to that of Rory and Lorelai. Our best and most efficient mode of communication is arguing and annoying each other for pure personal entertainment. This may sound bizarre and mean, but it is all out of love.  We talk to each other more like sisters than mom and daughter, constantly joking and passing witted remarks back and forth.

          We are completely different people and I’m really convinced that I am adopted. But seriously…we look nothing alike, she hates the color pink and glitter (which is tragic), and she has no coordination to speak of whatsoever. I have told her several times that if I am in fact adopted she should just confess because I have come to terms and accepted it. Unfortunately, I do have many adorable baby pictures to disprove my theory. We do share some pretty similar qualities though, for instance we are both incredibly nosey, melt when we are starving, and treat black Friday shopping like it is an Olympic event.

            My mom is my best friend, my most constant source of frustration, slightly insane, and my hero. I can’t wait to be in her arms again <3

People aren't permanent

           The point of going to college is to gain more knowledge right? In four years we are supposed leave this institution worldly, well versed, and infinitely smarter full of literature, facts, and statistics.  Thanks to college I can tell you all about Confucianism, pronounce and label the larynx correctly, and do basic statistics. College has taught me much more than facts, figures, and history, it has taught me those all-important “life lessons” our elders claim we need to learn as well. I don’t know if this is a life lesson or not but I am finally starting to come to terms with the idea people aren’t permanent. No matter how much we hate to accept it people will always come in and out of our lives. The way I see it there are 2 choices. We can hang tightly on to the past with clenched fists, refusing to accept the idea once strong friendships have turned into superficial acquaintances, or we can move on and acknowledge that even though they are no longer present our lives they were once important.

            For me letting go of people is insanely difficult.  Leaving the comforts of Ponder, Texas and my dance studio just about killed me my freshman year. I couldn’t understand how I was supposed to just let new people waltz right into my life after spending 18 years with the same group of friends. They didn’t know my past, where I came from, and the events that shaped me into the person I am today. But eventually it got easier and I realized in order to grow you have to leave the past behind.  

            People aren’t permanent. I don’t know if I came up with this phrase of profound wisdom or not, but this idea has certainly been on my mind lately. Even in college my friends are constantly changing. At first it freaked me out hard core.  I’m no longer best friends with the people I was freshman year, or even sophomore year, but it has allowed some pretty amazing people to come into my life.

            I think the hardest part is knowing when to cut people loose from your life, or when to hang on just a little bit longer… because as scary as it may seem our lives might just end up being even sweeter without them. Right now I am at that tricky spot at the end of the a rope, but for the first time I am not afraid to let go. 

Fall Love

  

  Leaves are turing ombre colors, the air is crisp, and riding boots are a staple in most outfits; fall must be in full swing and I am not complaining. I LOVE FALL, and it is probably the only thing that would make me stay up north in yankeeland after college. From lattes to muffins, everything is pumpkin flavored which my taste buds thoroughly enjoy. Nothing is more relaxing to me than reading a book or studying all curled up in a blanket on a rainy fall day watching the leaves swirl around painting the air various shades of orange, brown, and yellow. Yes, fall is a magical time of year. 

    I am so thankful I go to a school that gives us a Fall Break, which only makes me love this season more.  Nothing screams Fall Break like a mini big/little rode trip to Cleveland, Ohio for maximum bonding. At 6:30am our journey began....

    We got off to a bit of a slow start. I almost forgot my purse, Jackie's GPS wouldn't calculate our destination, I dropped my banana, getting gas was more challenging than it should have been,  and the low tire pressure sign came on just as we started driving. Once we were on the high way, surrounded by annoyingly large trucks and blaring music while watching the sunrise like a precious old married couple, our trip got much better. We made awesome time and arrived in the city at 11:30. 5 hours seemed to fly by with the help of some pretty intense life chats over her love for her cat (Simba), and stories of my recent awkward moments like falling out of the shower in Alpha Phi. I am really glad I got to spend that time with her. 

   To top off a perfect start to my day a new pair of boots and moccasins were added to my wardrobe as a result of a long day of shopping with my Auntie and Uncle, AND we had steak for dinner (you guys may not know this, but this Texan is a huge meat eater... oops).  I can't wait to sit back, relax, and enjoy the rest of this lovely weather with my family this weekend. 

True Love

     Some might call it a clutch, an obsession, or even an addiction; I call it love. I know it may sound ridiculous but my love for Diet Coke, and pretty much Coke products in general, is sadly one of the only guaranteed constants in my life.
    I am one of those annoying people who will change their drink order when I find out the restaurant only carries pepsi products. Eating a dinner just isn't complete with a refreshing diet coke to wash it down.
    I never experienced a shortage of diet coke until I came to college and realized I had picked a school that not only didn't carry Diet Coke, but carried disgusting Pepsi products instead. In times of coke desperation I secretly curse myself for not choosing to go to school in the south where this wouldn't be an issue. 
    Like most me relationships, Diet Coke and I go through our rocky patches. I realize that this delicious drink isn't the most healthy thing to be continuously injecting into my body. All that sodium causes my already prominent cheeks to grow even larger.... until I feel like I resemble something of a chipmunk.  To stop this horrible problem I tried to ween myself off of Diet Coke this summer, which was not an easy process. I felt like a recovering drug addict. I would get headaches. Simply seeing a Diet Coke would make me incredibly thirsty. Recovery was long, slow, and painful, but I got to the point where I only had Diet Coke on the weekends. It took me all summer to achieve this. I am not going to lie I felt like a champion.  But then like all relationships I fell back into my old pattern of having a couple during the week... and then BAM... Diet Coke and I rekindled our love. It was bound to happen Diet Coke and I go to together like salt and pepper, Tom and Jerry, the sun and the moon.... I think you get the picture.
    In this fast paced world most people say, "When the going gets tough, the tough get going".  I have a different approach to this philosophy: "When the going gets tough... the tough grab a Diet Coke".