Randi Garner

Rainy days are the best when you don’t have to get out and about in it. Like if I had class today, I’d hate it, because I’d be forced to walk in it. I’d be drenched, hair frizzy, freezing to death in the classrooms, because the professors would inevitably be “cold”. My toes would feel like they’re about to fall off, and my fingernails would be a deep shade of purple. Because, hello, I’m cold twenty-four-seven. Even in the dead heat of our one-hundred-fifteen degree summers. But thankfully, I had absolutely nowhere to go today. I enjoyed this rainy day by drinking a decent amount of coffee, writing, and listening to the rain pound away on the the roof. Seriously, it’s such a euphoric feeling. Something about coffee and rain and writing. The three are a perfect combination.

I mean, this is like perfect southern weather. I love spring for this reason. All the rain dumping from the clouds, and come tomorrow the trees will be budding and the grass will be a deep shade of green. Ahh… ❤

So while I’m writing this I have a cup of Southern Pecan coffee (with hazelnut creamer) nearby, my Southern Roots playlist going, and the blinds lifted on the window above so I can watch the rain come down. It’s pure bliss.

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And yes, I like country music. I like any music that has some soul and heart to it. Country music, whether you want to admit it or not, has tons of heart and soul. I draw the line at bluegrass country though. Or the Zac Brown Band. Seriously, every time I hear that “toes in the water, ass in the sand” song, it kinda makes me want to rip my own ears off. No offense to ZBB. Just not my taste. Also, a random bit of info that you may or may not care about: I’m going to see Chris Stapleton live in June with my mom and sister, and I couldn’t be more excited about it! I’m obsessed and in love with live music.

You know what I hate about breaks? I went the whole day thinking it was Thursday. It was only recently when my mom called me that I discovered it’s Friday. And I got all depressed because that means I go back to reality in like less that two days.

*insert sad, pouty face here*

I’m not ready for the hustle and grind of real life again. I want to continue breaking; at least for like another week. (I know, wishful thinking…)

But sadly, life doesn’t have a pause button, so looks like I’ll be back to my usual routine come Monday. Yippee. Silver lining though: there’s only like six weeks left of classes, so I’m majorly rejoicing that. Summer. Swimming. Sun. Weekends spent on the lake. Exchanging my pasty skin complexion for a nice tan. Late nights spent with family. Barbecuing. The smell of freshly mowed grass. Shall I go on?

I know this is a pretty short blog, but I’m not apologizing for it. My family is downstairs. I can hear my three year old nephew yelling “Rae Rae” at the bottom of the staircase. My brother in law got the stuff for me to cook chicken enchiladas. Hunter will be off work in less than two hours. My sister and niece will be here any second (if their not already). We’ll cook. We’ll eat. And then we’ll hang out, more than likely on my parent’s front porch talking and laughing, because that’s how we spend our evenings together.

Enjoy the rain. Curl up and read a book. Binge watch Friday Night Lights. It’s a good day.

Until next time.