Beastmomma

I survived my exams! The last 24 hours were very brutal.  On my last exam, I ran out of time and I had to drink a whole diet coke so that I could stay awake to finish my paper.  It took me a long time to pack, but I managed to get on the plane and make it to MD. 

Before I continue, I wanted to give an update about Sonja.  She was the third commenter on the Pay It Forward Blog.  Here are her current acts of kindness:

Act 1:  I donated all the bills in my wallet to the Salvation Army.
Act 2:  I went to my favorite coffee shop, ordered a small coffee, and paid with a 20, and said the next few customers are on me, just tell them it's a random act of kindness, and merry Christmas.
Act 3 is yet to be determined.

I sent off two of my gifts and I am hoping to send off the last one soon. 

When I arrived at my parent's house, my mother and father gave me hugs and within a few minutes we were both tired and cranky.  At one point, I was talking with my dad and my back was to my mother.  The following exchange occured:

Mom: Is there a hole in your pants from your big butt?

Me: No [irritated]

Mom: Yes, there is--- there are two near the pockets.

Dad: Let me see.  Yes, there are holes. They are because your pants are worn out, not because you are fat.

Me: [horrified] Oh my gosh.  Mom, can you fix my pants.

Mom: Let me see.  Oh, it is fraying.

Dad: How long have you had these pants?

Me: 10 years.

Both Parents: [laughing] Why don't you get new pants?

Me: Because I want these pants!

Dad: We can go to Dick's sporting goods.

Me: NO!! Remember what happened last time?

Dad: No, what happened?

I filled him in on how the store did not have anything big enough to fit me and it was humiliating to be in the dressing room trying on bathing suits while he was outside.  Then, he found a salesperson to ask for help.  He said, "My daughter is too big for your clothes.  Do you have anything that would fit her?"   After telling this story, he said, "I thought you had lost weight."

Me: Why are you brining that up now?!?

Dad: Okay, what about Sears?

Me: Okay.

Mom: You should donate these to Goodwill.

A while later a trash bag appears on the table; it contains my 10 year old pants with two holes.  I cry a little inside.

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I told this story to Tom and Sonja over dinner.  It sounded funnier then; I am not sure if I recalled everything in this tale.  Basically, the tone of this trip has been set.  I am wearing hole-y pants which I do not want to discard because I have had them for 10 years.  My parents are trying to get me to change and I am resisting.