Weather, weather, weather. It’s the most frowned upon conversation
and it happens every day to every single one of us. Around this time of the year the talk of the town is the
weather and how it is too hot, too cold or too indecisive. Well I feel
like I've been having the weather conversation with everyone recently and I
always get asked what my favorite season is. The question has always been followed up with a long pause
and then a long preface explaining why I liked all the seasons. Well I will no longer be pausing after
being asked this question; I have my answer and it is fall. There are several reasons for this
answer but rather than boring you with my love for trees, shades of oranges and
reds, football season and I am going to jump to…
For the longest time I have said that the Saturday
before Halloween was my favorite day of the entire year and I am sticking to
it. It is my favorite day because when I was in sixth grade, sitting in
the back seat of my dad's old car, listening to U2's "All You Can Leave
Behind" album, wearing a black volleyball jersey with a red ribbon in my
hair, I felt a joy and happiness that I will never forget. The sun was
radiant, the smell of leather and coffee was lingering as I sung my heart out
to Beautiful Day with my dad and sister. It's almost like the day knows I
am excited for it's arrival, because it has yet to disappoint me; it's always
that perfect 70 degrees and the sun shows up ever year.
I got to go home for the first time in 2 months
this past weekend and it was just wonderful. There is nothing in the
world that can compare to pulling back the bedspread on your bed and seeing
your favorite sheets sitting there all warm and ready for you to snuggle up in
them, now that was one heck of a sleep. Then to wake up in the morning to
the smell of baked apples, biscuits and bacon is a joy in itself. Wow,
home is great. I've come to realize that my parents LOVE to buy me things
when I am home, weather it's clothes or grocery's they shove things in my hands
and tell me to get more, this is one of the many perks of waiting two months to
come home. I'm not complaining. A delicious dinner can always be
expected on Saturday nights and of course my sister and I get to choose what
the family eats, so all day we go through our options, the anticipation builds
and then there it is: the best grilled chicken in the world, fluffy mashed
potatoes, about 3 pounds of broccoli and the best kind of bread around.
Now home is great, but home is even better in the fall. Mom had the
house decorated with all things Halloween, the leaves on the pretty tree in
front of my window were starting to fade into a pretty orange and I got to take
a fat nap on my favorite couch with football playing in the background. Pumpkins are all over the town, signs
for Fall festivals are hung at every corner, haunted house advertisements are on
half of the billboards and the whole world is crisp and familiar. Home,
home, home.
Highlights from my weekend include: Jumping up and
down and screaming my face off with my sister during the Tech/TCU game (welcome
to the big 12 TCU!!), shopping with my dad, getting to hug my very best friend
and my absolute favorite was helping my mom get ready for her Halloween party.
A while back my mom told me she had been going to
this dance/workout class, well a few weeks ago she told me the truth; her and a
bunch of other ladies were really practicing the Thriller dance. The purpose behind learning this dance
was so they could flashmob at this Halloween party! Can I be that cool
please? My mom dressed up as a zombie and my dad was a news director who
got murdered with a clapboard, he had an entire script written up on his shirt
and he wore the clapboard around all night. It was so much fun helping
them get ready. I admire how much the two of them seek out fun.
They are too precious.
Dad ironed on all of these cool news related things to make his costume super real.
We could not get over how cheesy "gory gash" sounded!
How creative is this?
We found red "blood" sprayed all OVER the house after mom & dad left
Applying the gory gash. That stuff was sickkkk!
My. Favorite. Picture. EVER.
You can't read it, but he typed out an entire script that would have been read, had it been true BREAKING NEWS!
Coolest parents around!!
