Showing posts with label Mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mom. Show all posts

1.16.2013

slow strider

i am a very, very slow walker. i got it from my mother. she likes to walk as slowly as possible, while people watching in every direction. i don't do as much of the people watching. i just walk slow. when i'm on my way to class and realize that i'm going to be late, i can't get myself to walk faster.

like today.

class started in 3 minutes and i was a 6 minute emily walk away. these 2 kids from my class crossed the street to walk right in front of me. i said to myself, "keep up with them." well, they looked like they were walking, but really they were running, which i very quickly discovered. i could not keep up. i started walking faster, fast enough to get me breathing much faster. i looked up, they were gone! not really, but they were a lot smaller than they had been 5 seconds ago.

i was late. they weren't.

9.02.2012

31 years

My parents got married 31 years ago today.
My dad was the 3rd guy that wanted to marry my mom. Third one's the charm.
He asked her randomly one day, and she said she'd have to think about it.
She was crazy... I mean look at this man.


She was only crazy for a few days till she said, "Mmmmkay." 
They got married and had some kids, including myself.

[Their younger years]


 Not only are they ridiculously good looking; they also have ridiculously good looking kids.
But in all seriousness, I really can't tell anyone how much I love those parents of mine. Sometimes it hurts. They are my ultimate heroes. I consider myself an excellent cook just because my mother is. And I always compare men to my dad and usually they aren't good enough, no offense to them.


They've still got it.



5.12.2012

the worst moment

in the world is when it's time to leave home to go back to logan.
i hate it.
i feel like crying, most times.
like today.
once i'm at my logan house, i'm fine. totally fine.
it's just that moment when i have to leave my momma and pops.
i get sad inside. 

10.06.2011

momma

If you don't know my mom, chances are you don't know what cool is. No offense.
It's just that I googled the definition of 'cool' and these are the results:

cool/ko͞ol/

Adjective: Fashionably attractive or impressive.
   - I always wore sunglasses to look cool.
   - Bonnie is cool.
Noun: The quality of being like Bonnie.

So you can see that I'm not making this up.

So since probably some of you don't know what that definition means, I'll tell you.

There's a lot of fun things you can do when you have a cool mom. Like crafts, eating out, chatting, making rolls or other goodies, eating delicious mom-made food, being punny, going boating, laughing, grocery shopping, and making sure your bed is made.

I've learned some valuable lessons from Mom.

One thing is that when you're boating and you're about to jump into the cold water, it suddenly becomes a 'hot summer day'.

Another thing is that you better go potty before you leave the house. And also make sure everyone else does.

I also learned from Mother that 'smack' is the new 'snap'.  One time Mom, a sister or two, and myself were making some food. It turned out perfect and Mom said, "SMACK!" Kinda like how people would say, "Snap!"

Sometimes she can be a little sarcastic...
Lindsay told me the story of she and mom going to Costco. Lindsay got out of the car and started walking while Mom just sat in the car.  Lindsay went back and said, "Mom, are you comin?"  Mom said, "No, I'm just going to sit here while you go in."

She called me gothic when I dyed my hair black... even though I wore yellow and other brightly colored shirts.

Back when I took guitar lessons from Jon Dansie and described him to her she asked, "Why do old musicians always have Jesus haircuts?!" If only I knew.

I like her.