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What I Got For Christmas 2017

Christmas is always unconventional for us and what I mean by that is this- we are so IMPATIENT. We cannot wait until December 25th for the action to happen. Going to buy things for each other pretty early in the month and stay out of the hustle and bustle. I loved having big family holidays and regular traditions but I don’t have that now. As things changed and I grew up, it became less about the familiarity and more about just being with my husband. Usually I enjoy the holidays but with our lifestyle things are so mellow that it doesn’t make much of a difference. Lately I just tried to make it fun and enjoyable. Besides all this, we still love to get things for others. Sometimes we are the go-to gift card people because it’s easy, quick and everyone is happy in the end. This year we are living with a roommate Dillen and his gf is often around which we like. So we all went shopping together and this is my take on what I received from them and my husband (mostly)-he SPOILS me! Here’s a collection of things I received in case you’re interested in getting any of it.

  1. Bob’s Burgers Louise bunny hat

2. “Get Lost In A Book” -Disney Belle shirt

3. “I don’t cook. I’m a scary and powerful fire demon” Calcifer fire character from Howl’s Moving Castle shirt

4. Beauty and the Beast 3/4 length t-shirt

5. Jack and Sally “Nightmare before Christmas” dress

6. The Princess Bride-Inigo Montoya “My name is Inigo Montoya, You killed my father, Prepare to die.” shirt

7. Jack Skellington “Nightmare Before Christmas” sweater (funny story, we both bought this- so I have one to return!)

8. Star Wars Jin’s “Rouge One” sweater

9. Bob’s Burger variety socks (all characters)

10. Assasins Creed sweater  (front/back)

11. Tina pillow (uhhhhh butts)

12. Howls Moving Castle throw

13. Jiji piggy bank (front/back)

14. Howls Moving Castle Heen “HUMPH” shirt (forgot to photograph)

We sat around the tree and exchanged presents right after we shopped and wrapped our gifts for each other. It was a lot of fun and nice to be with each other. I put on a faux fireplace from Netflix on TV with some holiday tunes. We all took turns opening a gift although Sean and I had the most so we just went back and forth. It was fun to share the excitement of what we chose for each other. This year we had a great holiday and it was pleasant seeing family and laughing all together and enjoying stories and recent things to share. I hope you had a great holiday and I’ll be back to regularly scheduled posts starting January 1st! Can you guess what the post will be?

Merry (belated) Christmas!

I am my mother’s daughter

I am my mother’s daughter.

Today I’m here calling out my mom for mother’s’ day (not in a mean, nasty way but in an effort to share). Everyone has a different family right?! And no one’s perfect. I am feeling impartial and semi cheated out of a childhood being my mothers’ daughter. Well that sure applies to my family and specifically to my mother. My life was really bliss growing up from birth through about age 9. For most kids that’s probably not very long considering most people will be raised in a stable household (I don’t know stats on this; but I think it’s majority still). But my house became anything but stable shortly after. I was a truly naive kid and in an effort to rehash that- I’m starting here. I am my mother’s daughter and my name is Nora.

The Good:

I am my mothers' daughter.

  • My parents always made sure I was truly taken care of (through age 9). I was always clothed, fed, clean/bathed and felt truly loved. They were the best parents (Mom) ever and I felt so blessed.
  • My birthdays’ were always a huge family bash and both sides would come to celebrate/visit with me. I was so lucky to have SO many people who loved me growing up. Food, fun and laughs were had by all. I was a spoiled child (truly) and I didn’t realize it when it was happening but looking back; raising me- it took a village. Everyone really pitched in to care for me and because I had older sisters- it seemed more of the focus was on me, for some reason. I was the youngest child after all and I made sure everyone knew I was damn near help-less. ( I was kinda a brat.)
  • The household fun was had by all: this is more of a side story but it applies here, in the good column. We loved Dirty Dancing and Patrick Swayze and all that awesome dancin’. So most nights we’d blast the soundtrack or oldies in the kitchen as we all lent a hand in cleaning up or having a chores day. I don’t even remember what we did besides all the dancin and singin along at the top of our lungs. It was fun and everyone (except dad- reading or napping on the couch) joined in, even the dog!
  • I had a lot of certain freedoms being a 90s kid; growing up a little ahead of all the true freaks in our world- they still existed but the FEAR mindset wasn’t nearly as bad. I walked a block or two to my friends house and I was always driven the three blocks to school. Later on, I was allowed to ride the bus with the neighborhood boys (the stop was at the top and bottom of our street). I could walk to the corner store two roads up by myself and walk back without feeling threatened. I could safely play outside with other kids and in our neighborhood not have to worry too bad about stranger danger or busy streets/cars speeding (thank you speed bumps on 32nd). I could be dropped off someplace and I knew buddy system was best. I knew to trust the authorities (police, fire, security etc) and I’d be safe. I had the trust of my parents and knowing that felt good. I am my mother’s daughter.

The Bad

I am my mothers' daughter

  • So here’s where things start to slip (age 9/10), I noticed more yelling between my parents, more slanted glares, more sighs and “humphs!”- you could really cut the tension with a knife. And not long after I turned 9, there was a night full of screaming, arguing, slamming things and open threats. To a kid who’s hiding in her room- that doesn’t mean much when you don’t understand what’s going on around you. But as soon as I heard my mom dial 911 and my sister came to swoop me up- I knew something was really wrong. D-I-V-O-R-C-E. (I hate this word with an almighty passion) And so it happened. My good little wholesome family was now torn apart.
  • I was automatically set to live with my mom. I was under the age of 15? I think is when the judge gives you the right to choose. The go-betweens started and I hated it. Tell your dad this. Tell your mom this. Well she can just.. He should just…. I really hated that part of being the center and only kid stuck in the middle of it. I tried to tell them to quit it- to argue or fight with each other. But it never stopped, only in addition to the he said, she said.
  • My mother was also the one who never was an active parent which to me- is very important. She was never on PTA, didn’t bring treats to school or sign up for dance committee. I missed her being at my events and supporting me through school and getting to know more of that side of my childhood. I am my mother’s daughter.

The Ugly:

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  • The number of times my mother and I moved would shock the hell out of some people. In a matter of 3 years we must have moved 8-10 times or MORE. It was hard living out of boxes and always wondering about making rent or not getting kicked out as a kid. It was horrible and also just kinda fun always being in a new space- but I also never ever felt settled. In addition to other events- not controlled by my mother- I attended 4 high schools and had many friends, again never feeling like I fit in really anywhere. I began to feel aimless and disjointed at times.
  • My mom had a drinking problem. We all knew it. I knew it. And yet, I was living with her. Why? I don’t know. It happened slowly and then all at once and then more stressed she got, the worse it got. One night, I awoke to a policeman at my door and cops outside putting my mom into a cop car. I was half awake, about 11 years old and I was scared. My mom went out in the middle of the night leaving me home alone (to get beer), and on the way back had hit 3 or 4 parked cars and was weaving up the road when she got pulled over in our apartment complex and cuffed for DUI charges. And when she didn’t/couldn’t pay the fines when she needed to- she in addition spent 60 days in jail. (I was living elsewhere by then.)
  • There were many nights when we would go visit her friends or be out with her current boyfriend. and we were often out late and I, to be honest at 11, 12, 13 yrs old was not always supervised. And was usually then late for school or slept in past the time to wake up/missed school days because I was up late- not getting sleep and/or not getting my work done on time. I had resulted in many, many absences and tardies for which they wanted to hold me back in the 7th & 8th grade. Forever, I am my mother’s daughter.

This is in NO WAY trying to completely bash my mother or anything of the sort but, it was not a walk in the park either. She had a lot of problems and honestly still does. But I love my mother and she will always be my mom-the one I could watch tv with and the one who would make all my boo-boo’s better. I am my mother’s daughter and I always will be. I have my own personal issues and the years we did not speak-for a variety of reasons. Sometimes it’s healthier when two people do not communicate and/or do not love each other. It gets to that point sometimes. I love my mother- I do but it sure is complicated. She has put me through the ringer and well, she deserved to be ignored and not included. I am my mother’s daughter for the anxieties she passed onto me, the fears of the world on my shoulders, my naivety and my helpless nature. She did not empower me, she did not lift me up, she not teach me the bright side of things- all quite the opposite. But at the end of the day-

I am my mother’s mother. I am the parent. 


It’s time for Bloggy Brunch- this was a unique day/post so I’m sliding it in at the end here:

…It’s a BOY

C h r i s t o p h e r  j o s e p h  e m m a u s 

 My new nephew is here!

So after nine months of waiting, our new and only nephew Christopher Joseph Emmaus is here! Congrats to sister Jenny, my niece Sydney (the new big sister) and the rest of my sisters, brother and our mom. He is a bundle of joy and I really wished we all lived closer to go see him in person. I cannot believe that I am an auntie again. I love having so many nieces and nephews. It has been a joy growing up around so many of them and getting to know each of their personalities and I’m sure this one will have a big attitude of his own, if he’s anything like his momma. He might even be a terror at times but melt your heart in other moments too. I’m sure that will be the case.

Around 11am I was so excited to hear he was born around 9:34am- 8lbs 14 oz 19 inches long and healthy and strong. He is one cutie and I am so glad that he is here and looks just like his mommy. He also looks like our brother a lot and the grandfather he is named after as well. It’s funny he looks somewhat darker than most of us and carried that Italian gene well.

Plus, I felt him kick when he was still inside, so we have a mini bond- that was very exciting! Yay! I felt his foot kick at my hand.  Much love baby and mommy, hope to see you soon!

Do you have nieces and nephews? Older sisters and brother who’ve had kids and/or live close? How involved are you in their lives  and what’s your favorite part of being an aunt/uncle?