Yes, My Mom Knows What We Did Last Night

Yes, My Mom Knows What We Did Last Night

She helped me pick out my outfit!

I feel bad for girls who tell me they had to lie to their parents about where we are or what we're doing, your parents should be your biggest supporters through everything not just the good things. My mom is my absolute best friend and while you told your parents you were at a sleep over I told my mom the truth. I told her about that time I drove someone else's car before I had my licence and how we almost got caught. I told her about the awkward guy at work hitting on me and we planned out my whole life with him. I tell her when we go to parties or clubs and she tells me stories from when she was young and stupid. She is always watching my snapchat stories and you know that's where you post the worst things, she usually just tells me how funny my friends are. She loves me more than anything and she knows that I can make the best choices if I have a responsible friend to come to about anything, she's the first person I call with all of my drama for this exact reason.

I don't want you thinking I just have a super cool mom or a Regina George mom, she is strict and she will tell me when I'm being stupid. Instead of telling me I have the freedom to do anything and giving me the resources to go crazy or being so strict I couldn't imagine telling her the truth about my weekend, she has a real conversation with me about my choices. She tells me I'm lucky I didn't get caught driving without a license but she also tells me that I'm a good driver and that there are worse things I could have been doing. She gives me a safe place to go when I'm in trouble because there is nothing more important for a young adult in her prime mistake making years. She knows everything there is to know about me (and trust me she knows everything about my friends too) so she has faith in me because she knows I am just trying my best and living the best life I can live.

When anything happens she's the first one I want to tell. She's shown me that 10 hours and 510 miles can't keep friends apart if you really want them. She is only one call away and in 10 seconds I can hear her telling me how that girl is such a bitch and how that other girl is just jealous and that really, I am going to be fine because everything happens for a reason. And I know I will be fine because I have her. My best friend and biggest supporter.

People always say you marry your dad but for me, men are competing against my mom. If she can send me a good morning and good night text every day without fail, I expect a man to put in the same kind of effort. My mom skypes me every Thursday night to watch Grey's Anatomy together, what are you going to do to beat that? When I send her pictures of me in different outfits when I'm trying to decide on what to wear, whether that be to an interview or to a dorm party, she tells me I look like I've lost weight and gives me compliments about the different outfits: which one makes my boobs look the best, which one makes my eyes pop, ect. Boys have a high standard to live up to.

There are a million things I could say about my mom and why she is actually the best person in my life but none of them really show you how amazing she is. She is beyond words and I don't know what I would do without her, she is my everything. My goal in life is to be half as great as she is because really who can honestly tell me their mom is better than this beautiful woman?

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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House Hunting At Its Finest

It's incredibly stressful and takes way too long!


House hunting is hard. I thought at first it would be fun, exciting, and interesting. But now, I'm tired and bored and just want to give up.

I've been looking for a house for a month now and I knew it going in to it, it would take a while. I knew that I wouldn't just walk into the first house and be like, "this is it, this is the one".

But, when you look at 6-10 houses every time you search a day, it gets stressful and tiring.

When I started looking at houses it was because I was planning on getting a house with some friends to rent out for the next 3 years while at UCF. All because I didn't get a spot-on campus with the lottery, I got waitlisted. So, I need to look for housing to secure a place to live next fall.

Now, my dad wants to turn it into a small business. Buy a house, rent out the rooms for a reasonable price, cheaper than some apartments, and make a profit.

It sounds like a good plan.

But then you have to factor in: location and how far it is from campus, the price range in which you could make a profit, the number of bedrooms and bathrooms, the price per square inch, the property taxes, if the house needs work or not, upgrades, improvement, parking availability, etc. The list just goes on and on.

It's hard to find the "perfect" house.

I want to be able to make it "home" for the next 3 years. I want to make it somewhere where I can hang out, have friends over, and love to live in.

Every time I walk into a new house, I automatically think, "what would I do to this room? Or that?". I think of furniture and décor. I think about how I would design it and make it ours.

I even made a Pinterest board, one for home décor and one for bedrooms.

I feel like I'm going overboard but I can't help it.

I get excited when it comes to the designing aspect, but my parents have to be so nit-picky. They came up over the weekend to search for houses with me and every time we walk into a house I hear: "the carpet is stained, needs to be removed", "the kitchen is outdated, needs to be upgraded", "the bathroom needs work", "the wall has a hole", "not enough bathrooms" and so much more.

It's not like I don't chime in with comments either.

I do put in a fair share of my personal opinions about the quality of the houses too.

But, at this point I wish we could just settle on something. Again, I know this takes time but I just get anxious.

So, we are going into the 5thweek and still haven't agreed on a house. My mom has her picks, my dad has his, and I have mine. And none of them overlap. Frankly, I don't get a "say" in what my parents chose since they will be purchasing the house. But, I get to live in it, my friends are the ones who will be paying them rent. So, I feel like my opinion matters. Whenever I ask questions or give input, they talk over me.

As if, I wasn't even there!

Yet, that is how the ball rolled. Wow, I'm borderline whining over here. It's not like I'm not grateful but, I wish I was valued as an adult helping in this situation.

Well thank you for coming to my "TED" talk! And reading about yet another annoying and trivial struggle of mine. I'll write again soon.

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