Month: December 2015

Happy New Years Eve peeps

I am currently squished into the back seat of an SUV on my way to the airport. I am flying home today from Florida. My family and I are flying into a small airport and then driving two hours home so that we can go to my cousin’s house tonight. We celebrate with noise makers and lentils and I’m very excited. But until then, here is some NYE inspo, all gotten from The Coveteur’s social media. Check them out

     
    
    
    
    
    
   
   

    
   

Merry Christmas Eve!

Hello my friends. Merry Christmas Eve, or as I like to call it “the more important of the two Christmases.”merry-christmas-eve_1217

My family, like many Italian-American families, celebrate the Feast of the Seven Fishes tonight. I can honestly say that I never even knew this meal was an Italian thing. I just assumed everyone ate fish on Christmas the way everyone eats turkey on Thanksgiving; that is, until I went to college and people told me they ate ham or chicken on Christmas Eve… OR didn’t even celebrate it at all? Sacrilege people… BLASPHEMY.

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But as an adult, I have learned to cherish the weird things my family does as part of a tradition that was created when my grandparents decided to make the long journey to America and begin their life here. And just to prove that we are strangely fun, I will list the events of tonight.

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Christmas Eve starts off with my mom cleaning shrimp and making cheesecake the night before. This can go on until at least 3am. Let’s just say my mom is a night owl.

Christmas Eve day begins as early as 11am with the arrival of my maternal grandparents to begin cooking. Unfortunately, I will not be there to help, seeing as I am at work for absolutely no reason since I haven’t even received an email yet.

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The day is spent in preparation for the mass migration to my basement, where we will be hosting at least 40 people (with others coming and going throughout the night to drop off presents or grab some food before going to another relative’s house) around a covered pool table and a couple of folding tables. It will be a Christmas miracle that we all fit down there without causing a serious raucous.

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After eating a meal with an infinite amount of courses, we will help clean up and let people do there own thing while coffee and dessert are prepared. This is usually when the smaller kids go nuts and Nerf guns come out and the old people start to freak out. Its all very amusing until someone over the age of 40 gets hit in the head with a Nerf bullet.

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FINALLY at about a quarter to midnight, bells can be heard from the basement as Santa Claus begins his decent from the first floor’s chimney where he will be attacked by crazed children who are too excited to use real words, so just scream his name until he finds a seat. He puts on a show of asking children if they’ve been good and scares the crap out of the really small ones, which is always funny/mean. Mind you, Santa never looks the same twice, he must get plastic surgery or something… gotta keep up with the times I guess.

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It takes a little while for S.C. to hand out all the presents to children both big and small, and for everyone to get a picture on his lap; and when I say everyone, I mean every single person in that basement sits on Santa’s lap. No one is excluded. People who aren’t used to coming to our Christmas Eve dinners might find it embarrassing, but it is the best picture you take all year (trust me.) By the end, Santa’s beard is askew, he is sweating his eyebrows off and is absolutely ready to get back to the frigid temperatures of the North Pole.

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The kids scream their good byes as the Man in Red climbs back up the stairs and makes his way to the chimney and back to his sleigh, which I’m almost sure involves some kind of scotch.

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Once the wrappings and boxes have been condensed to giant black garbage bags against the wall and the screams of delight have died down, my grandmother (Nonna Isa) gets the children into a line, smallest to tallest to begin the procession. The smaller children are given flowing white robes and the older children, a candle (sometimes we even light them, depending on the age of the child) and stand at attention by the basement stairs. The youngest child, who is currently my 3 year old cousin Rosanna, is given the highest honor of the procession, to hold the Baby Jesus.

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While the older crowd strikes up a chorus of Tu Scendi Dalle Stelle, which literally translates to “you come down from the stars,” the children make their way upstairs to the nativity set under the Christmas Tree. The tree sits at about 13 feet high, while each of the Nativity’s characters stand at about 2 feet, most kneeling. Baby Jesus is placed into the manger and the carols begin. My family is too lazy to go Christmas caroling I think, so we sing in front of the tree, everything from Jingle Bells to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Each is screamed at the top of our lungs so that even though we aren’t going around the neighborhood, our neighbors will still be able to hear us. We close with a very excited version of Happy Birthday to Jesus, which everyone giggles through, but will never not sing.

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I added in this gif because this is literally how new people, who are not used to this part of Christmas, look at us while we sing. But hey, who doesn’t love a good audience.

Once the singing has ended, we return to the basement to begin the clean up. At this point, it is pretty late and most of the younger kids (and myself) are ready for bed. Everyone begins their good byes and everyone who is staying for the night goes to claim a bed.

I love my family. I love our traditions; I love our weird sense of humor; I love that this is how I was brought up and I am convinced that there is no better way to celebrate Christmas Eve than to sing Happy Birthday at the top of your lungs at 1am to a porcelain Jesus.

And with that, I will bid you adieu, because the morning has now stretched into afternoon and I have to prepare myself to leave early.

Merry Christmas my friends. May your life be filled with love and light and my you be safe from harm.

 

The Realist Vs. The Romantic

  
(Taken from here)

Talking to my mom made me realize that I might be more of a realist than I originally thought. Or maybe not? I don’t know. Let me explain…

I love my boyfriend. I love him dearly and I know that eventually we will be married. But whether that’s in a year or 5 years (which I certainly hope it’s not that long) I know we will be married, we will grow old together and make a life and home together and eventually die and together we will haunt the heck out of people and absolutely love every second of it. 

That being said, I don’t think getting married young is the best thing for me. Ok so I’m not 18, but 24 is still barely considered an adult by my generation. In my office no one under 30 is married. Actually, no one under thirty is even in a relationship besides me. But my reasoning behind not wanting to be married yet has nothing to do with my coworkers. I want to be ready.

I want to be emotionally, financially, and physically prepared to create a life with a man I never want to be apart from. And because of that, I don’t think getting married yet is a good idea. 

But to get back to my original statement; my mother was looking through the university magazine that my sister got from the college she is currently a sophomore in. While skimming the pages, my mom found an article about all of the couples who got married on campus this year, including multiple couples that only graduated a year or two ago. I callously said they were dumb. I should have kept my comment to myself but I didn’t think anything of it as I blurted it out. My mother asked why I felt this way and I explained that as a 23/24 year old, you’re still a kid; you’re probably not making much money, you barely have a legitimate job (if one at all,) and there’s a decent chance you don’t even know who you are as a person. While giving my reasons, I forgot that my parents were 23 and 24 when they walked down the isle. My mom tried to explain that when you love someone your priorities change and money  eventually makes its way into your life. But with half of marriages ending in divorce and one of the main reasons for separation being money issues, would you really want to take what chance with someone you love, was my answer. 

That’s when I think she gave up on me. She already had doubts about my relationship and I think I accidentally added my fuel to the fire. But like I said, I didn’t mean too. My main point was that I plan on getting married once, to the man I am currently dating and am absolutely in love with. And when I marry him, I plan on making it perfect. So I plan on being financially stable. I want to make sure I can avoid whatever issues are avoidable. I want to make sure that if we do decide to start a family, he and I will be able to give our family everything it needs to grow and more. I know I can’t plan for everything but I would like to at least try. I want to be an adult, even if I may not feel 100% adult-like.

So maybe I’m realistic, or maybe I’m the dreamer. Maybe this is all ridiculous and my mom is the realist while I, the self proclaimed heart of ice, am the romantic. Maybe the idea of being financially stable is a myth and I’m the one harping on fantasies when I can be planning a wedding. 

But I guess I’ll just have to wait and see how it all goes. Wish me luck.

I haven’t posted in a week and a half…

I want to say it’s because I’ve been doing super cool things and being a bad ass. But I’ve honestly been bitching about work and trying to not cry while waiting for the ability to do nothing but eat pizza in my PJ’s on Friday nights.

That sounds terrible. It’s probably not as bad as I make it sound. But since I applied for the government position I want a few weeks ago, I’ve been extra miserable at work. I think the suspense is actually killing me. That and traffic to and from work has been absolutely absurd.

Luckily, we finally hired someone to replace me in my old position, which means I won’t be doing two jobs anymore! I’m looking forward to learning the real job I’m supposed to be doing.

In my free time, I have been looking at blogs… just not my own. I’ve found a few that I really like, blogs of awesome, fashionable women who have their lives totally together. Eventually I’ll get there, maybe. But until then, I’ll just drink my Mr Almond smoothie, sit in my comfy sweater and pretend like I’m interested in the world around me.