imagine having a tattoo like that
#tattoos in the wizarding world
imagine having a tattoo like that
#tattoos in the wizarding world
(Rest in peace)
This is late, but my boyfriend finally received my Thanksgiving care package! I sent it out 3.5 weeks ago anticipating that it’ll get to him waaaay before Thanksgiving (it took two weeks for my first care package to reach him). I knew it’ll take more than two weeks with the holiday rush but seriously, super disappointed that it got to him after Thanksgiving. AND when we were Skyping yesterday, I told him I sent him a care package but I’m not sure if it got lost since he hadn’t received it yet. Well what do you know? He got it today. Ugh. There was a backlog at another base or something. I should not have mentioned it and just waited one more day! This would happen to me. Totally eliminated the element of surprise.
I hope y’all can tell I spent a significant amount of time on this project. Simply purchasing the snacks took a while because I had to visit different Asian stores for these items. I cut out each letter from cardstock paper which took a majority of the time. Then I Googled Thanksgiving clipart images and printed ‘em out to color myself (more thoughtful and caring that way since it is a “care” package). I also crafted my own handmade envelope, which I’ve become a pro at. And then sealed with a kiss! So on top of work, taking care of my house and all the other grown up stuff I’ve been doing, I’ve been spending time making this care package for my soldier. <3
P.S. He actually sent me that Pocky!
Tuscany, Italy | via Francesco Riccardo Iacomino
Sometimes I wonder what I am doing with my life. Each day comes and goes—it feels so monotonous. It might be due to my mother not being home and now I’m the mom of my household. Something that I’m clearly not prepared or qualified for. I think this is more of a rant than anything else. It’ll be long but I have so much stress and tension building in my body that I need an outlet to release them. Writing allows me to channel the negative energy into something I can digest and reflect on. I gave my warning, proceed if you’d like (please do!).
My younger brother came home on Tuesday night for Thanksgiving break. I love this kid but I’m looking forward to sending him back to college. He’s grown but I feel like he’s a baby I need to take care of. I seriously think the past three days I’ve been cleaning and washing dishes 50% of my waking hours. I got off of work around noon on Wednesday (grateful for my boss!) and came home.
Enter Housewife Judy (and I’m not even married or have kids!).
Starting Wednesday evening, I’ve been cooking for my brother and washing his dishes non-stop. On Thanksgiving day, I woke up early to do his laundry, and I folded all of his shirts, sweats, socks, etc. OMG. All of his shirts are inside out! Do y’all know how irritating it is to have to flip them? I also cooked breakfast for him that morning but burned the omelet and it was a disaster. At least he was a good sport and said it was “good.” Yeah right. He ain’t no Yelper but I know it was a complete failure. I appreciate his attempt to preserve my ego and not hurt my feelings though. I hopped on YouTube and now I’m ready to make a bomb-ass omelet. Don’t judge me because I can’t make an omelet! I’ve never been into eggs.
So my family celebrated Thanksgiving by having dinner at a Chinese restaurant. Chinese restaurants are the only food businesses opened during Thanksgiving. The food was OK. My brother went to his best friend’s house for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner right after our meal. He brought home some leftovers and I got my Costco pumpkin pie!
That night I took some Nyquil (do I have a problem?) so I could sleep early and wake up at 4:30am to go Black Friday shopping in the city. I wanted to go early to beat the crowds. There wasn’t any lining up or craziness like that. I came home after five hours of shopping with two new dresses from Express that I absolutely adore and a few other goodies. Damn. I was so burnt out (still am). I went to the gym and came back home to…….cook dinner! Surprise, surprise.
Today I did TWO loads of laundry in the morning while prepping my pasta dish. Then I went to Costco with my brother to buy some groceries for him to bring back. We came home and I was starving because I didn’t have time to eat a proper breakfast so I threw all of my ingredients together and cooked my pasta. For the rest of the afternoon, I folded laundry and all those dang inside out shirts. Ugh.
This whole time my brother has been home, he’s never washed a single plate or fork. Not only do I cook for him, but I clean after him. I’m not sure if he just expects me to do it but it’s exhausting.
There are several dynamics in this situation:
1) It’s probably because my mom has always babied him and he’s gotten used to being catered to.
2) He’s studying for his finals and I definitely know how stressful and intense that is.
3) I don’t want to get into a petty argument with him about washing the dishes or cleaning after himself.
4) Whenever I came home from college (even though Berkeley was super close), my mom would make it a huge deal and cook all of my favorite dishes. She basically gave me the special treatment. I’m uncertain if my brother is expecting the same when he comes home despite my mom’s absence.
For realz, y’all.
I simply want to complain. I don’t care if it’s annoying. I’m not looking for pity or validation. I just need to let this all out because I’m overworked and I don’t like the emotions I’m experiencing. The stress, exhaustion, impatience, anxiety, and frustration are mixing and clashing with one another. At times I wish I had a therapist who I can just complain or unload all of my worries to.
I was starting to get the hang of taking care of myself and my house, and then BAM!, now I’m looking after another human being as well. Yes, my brother can walk, talk and even drive. But I still need to do all of these chores and errands for him. On the bright side, it is nice not having to be scared of being home alone. Y’all know how nerve-racking that is for me.
My mom returns in two weeks. There are aspects that I miss about her and others that I don’t. I guess it’s bittersweet when she does come back. Right now, I’m thankful that I survived more than a month and all of November without my mom. I didn’t kill anything (or anyone) and didn’t burn down my house. Success!
No Other Love - Jo Stafford
"I was blessed with love to love you."
My baby shared this song on my FB. I miss him so much. I’m grateful for his service and for the many brave and selfless men and women serving our country. Happy Thanksgiving Tumblr lovelies! May you spend this holiday with those who warm your heart.
STOP PUPPIES YOU’RE TOO CUTE
Can I have one