A bad habit..

Blog world, I have a bad habit to confess. I am confessing it on here so that I have no excuses. 

Ready?

I am bad at asking people to hang out. 

Sounds silly I know, but it is a bad habit I have and gosh darn it I will try to fix it! I don't know why but there are only a few people that I have no problem asking to hang out with me. Other than that, I wait for others to ask me first. I don't know, I guess I don't want to bother people and maybe it's also a fear of rejection but it is kind of weird when I think about it. Why are humans so weird about this kind of stuff?! Even just typing it out makes me realize how silly I am. Alas, we all have our weird tendencies and that is one of mine. 

And that is my confession. 

What is your weird bad habit? 

Things Things Things

- I am really diggin' no Tuesday/Thursday class because it means I get lots of work done

-I go home next weekend, I can't wait!!! 

- Travis bought me a hot fudge sundae from Sonic on Tuesday...you know that saying, "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach"? Well, I think that is true for women too. 

- I bought a new jar of crunchy peanut butter this past weekend and half of it is already gone. What can I say? A spoonful of peanut butter is my go-to snack. 

- Finding an internship is stressing me out more than I'd like to say. (How am I supposed to show that I am experienced when an internship is about getting experience?)

-New chef at the house is named Sue..."Sue Chef"...get it? (I stole that joke) 

- I am giving my first speech in my public speaking class tomorrow. I'm speaking about Tina Fey, naturally. 

And now, I leave you with a quote that I have really liked this week: 

"Sometimes the only way forward is to walk away, you cannot win every battle, you must remove yourself to live another day."

The In-Between

Right now, as a junior in college, I feel like I am in a total "in-between" stage. I'm not really sure if I love or hate it...it's just how it is. 

I love that I am in college, living in my sorority house. 

I don't love that I share a bathroom with roughly 25 girls and don't have a kitchen. 

I love that this is the one time in my life that I have maximum independence with limited responsibility. 

I don't love that my parents have to pay for me. 

I love that I can still go visit Dallas. 

I don't love that I am not in Dallas. 

I love that the world is my oyster right now. 

I don't love that I don't even know where to start. 

I know this phase is temporary, and someday I will wish that I could be "in-between" again. Yet, as I power through the final months of my junior year, I can't help but be really excited to feel "in."

So I don't end on such a weird note, look at how awesome my little brother looks in this picture! Such a professional :) (he is the manager for the varsity basketball team)

A Day in the Life: Winter Break Edition

8:00 am- Alarm goes off 

8:30- I actually wake up. Call work to see if they are using my shift- they say no. Zoe jumps on my bed and snuggles with me.

8:45- I walk downstairs and open the front window blinds so Zoe can sit in the sun. 

9:00- breakfast & coffee 

9:45-11:00- get ready/start editing my resume 

11:00-12:00- lunch 

12:00-2:00- I try to be productive and actually succeed! 

2:15- Zoe and I sit in the sun waiting for Travis to come over 

4:00- Travis leaves

6:00- Dinner 

7:00- NHS induction ceremony for my little brother/small talk with parents 

Some common questions: 

"So you are at A&M now, right?"

"Why did you transfer?"

"Are you still dating that same guy from highschool?! WOW!"

"What exactly is a communications major?"

Ugh 

8:30- Jimmy Johns with brother and Mom, I love them 

9:30- hanging out in the Montie kitchen, tired but willing to power through, learned about a youtube thing called neon cat 

Midnight- in bed, eyelids are heavy things! 

The Most Interesting Story I Can Think of

I haven't updated my blog in awhile. I know this. 

Here is what happened to me tonight, I'm sure you will all be very jealous when you read about it. First, I worked for a few hours, no big deal. Then, I ate dinner. Next, I went to Travis's house and we watched the Cowboys game- the first half at least. I started to get sleepy so I asked if we could go downstairs and get some fuel (fuel=food for you ninnies out there). When we went downstairs we happened upon a deck of cards and started playing "War" or "battle" as I knew it. For some reason, I felt it necessary to trash talk Travis, saying things like "here, why don't I just take those cards for you" and other useless things. Travis, being a boy and not knowing what you all are about to find out, played along and laughed while I tried to be mean, he even added a few small digs. 

Now here is the thing: 

I, Erin Kanter am a very very very sore loser sometimes. I started to get agitated. The kind of angry you get where you don't even know why you are mad. Travis reminded me that I was trash-talking too, not just him.So, naturally, because Travis was right, I stood up, grabbed my things and left his house only to have him chase behind me asking things like "wait, why are you mad?" while being sweet as always and doing what any girl would want their boyfriend to do...try to stop them from a dramatic exit. I proceeded to get in my car and as I slammed my door shut and watched Travis walk back inside, I knew I was being stupid. (Sidenote: I'm exhausted also so..this may or may not have effected my mood) Five minutes later, I walked back into his house. After about ten minutes of silence, I explained to Travis that I have had a record of not finishing board games if I am losing, especially if I am tired or in some sort of mood. Me and my dad used to play chess...kind of and it would usually end in me being mad. Most of my friends would never guess this about me but alas, it is true. 

After I pouted and apologized to Travis, he was trying to think of things that would cheer me up. I got him a head scratcher for Christmas(those whisk looking things) and let me tell you, it is impossible to not laugh or smile when someone uses it on you. He asked if that would make me laugh and instead I said: 

"Truth or dare?"

Travis: "Dare"

And I dared him to not laugh when I used the scalp scratcher (he laughed). Then, I dared him not to laugh when I tickled his ribs (he laughed). Then, he dared me not to laugh when he used the scalp scratcher/tickled my ribs (I didn't laugh). Travis was so impressed that I didn't laugh, that I let him have a second try at his dares. Then, I laughed so hard I thought my dinner was going to come back up. 

This was my night. 

* I dedicate this post to Ashley Thompson who is the only one who appreciates stories like these (that I know of)* 

* I would also like to take a moment and warn you that I will probably regret posting this tomorrow but still leave it up just because* 

*Also, I am very lucky that this is the kind of stuff I get mad about with my boyfriend, it could be much worse...like actual problems. I am aware of this*

*If this doesn't further prove that I am a three year old child, I don't know what else will"

What I am Thankful for

This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for (in no particular order): 

My family 

delicious food 

music 

my bed 

a warm house 

JD's chippery 

finding out who my true friends are (and reuniting with one of them in particular this break!!) 

Travis Nelson Montie 

my puppy 

hummus 

trees 

coffee 

gummy vitamins 

and, because I just love them so much I can't help but mention them twice...my family 

And now a side story: I participate in this program called HOSTS (Helping One Student to Succeed) and every week I go to a local elementary school and tutor a little boy in first grade for 30 minutes. He is very sweet, calm (for the most part) and has really loosened up around me the past few weeks. He has actually taught me more than I think I have taught him. His home is a broken one, his parents can't even see each other and I can only hope that this doesn't effect him as he grows up because he has a lot of potential. Looking at the differences between his childhood and mine have made me that much more thankful for what I had. So this is my shout-out to my HOSTS kid (who will never read this). Thanks for being so fun and being a better teacher than me! 

HOSTS buddy: My favorite it mashed potatoes with gravy at Thanksgiving. 

Me: I don't like gravy. 

HOSTS buddy: Why?

Me: It is just so runny! 

HOSTS buddy: Well, water is runny, does that mean you don't like water?

See? Such a smarty-pants

Happy Thanksgiving!

My Weekend in San Antonio.

I realized that I never posted anything about my weekend at my Grandmother's house in San Antonio! 

Well, it was really fun, a lot more fun than I expected to be honest. I've had a nagging guilt for the past year or so that I have never been the best granddaughter. Forgetting to call her back, not being very pleasant during Christmas/other visits to her house...petty, silly things like that. 

But my weekend at her house made me realize that a lot of the things that make me who I am are actually very important to her as well. 

First of all, we both love to cook. I could talk about cooking and baking all day long. I love food, I love making it, I love learning about healthy food, the list goes on and on. Just ask Travis, or my parents, I could talk their heads off about food. Turns out, my Grandmother can too! In fact, we talked a lot about food. I got to thumb through her recipes and copy down my favorites, she taught me all about her new special diet she has to follow and I even took a copy of that as well. It was fun to see that my love for food probably came from her (no offense Mom). 

Second, books! Now, I don't read nearly as many books as she does but I do love to read when I have free time. Not only that, but when I brought up to my Grandmother that I don't like kindles/nooks she agreed and said that she likes the whole experience of having a real book in front of you. This sparked a conversation about how we love to turn the pages, see how far we come and after we finish books, we feel too connected to them for it to be an electronic version. 

Lastly, our love for photography. My Grandmother takes a lot...and then some more pictures. It is actually one of the things I sometimes dread about going to her house, "say cheese!" (as I am sitting next to my Christmas stocking early in the morning wearing my pajamas with dried drool on my face) hasn't always been my favorite phrase. I've always loved taking pictures too, I cherish my photos and the memories that I connect to them. She has a huge shelf of all of her photo albums in order by date. One of my favorite things to do at her house is go to that shelf and look through pictures of my Mom when she was my age, when she met brought my Dad home for the first time and when me and my brother were little. Sure, I may get annoyed at all the pictures but the payoff is huge, I can look back and see so many pieces of my families history, I think my family should thank her instead of getting annoyed by it :) 

I know these similarities seem small but in my family I had yet to find the origin of these passions I have. I think I found it in my Grandmother.