angiepants [one pocket at a time]
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Posts tagged family
On things you collect but never know 100%
You know what’s wild? How much you don’t know about most people. Yes, you gather tidbits of their history, their likes, their manners through conversations here and there, but how much total to do you really know about them?
Go through the majority of your good friends and even your family. It’s usually a game of catch up with a friend and you might not even realize you don’t know everything about your parents.
Just a couple of years ago, I found out one of my grandfather’s was an alcoholic. That put a huge perspective change of my mother, my nanny, and the family dynamic she had to go through growing up (That grandfather has passed away when I was 10 so I have difficulty picturing him as anything other than Good Ole’ “Tickly grandpa”).
Or just the past couple of years I’ve gotten closer to some friends while trying to jump around between the old. It’s embarrassing when you realize you don’t know what their plans for after graduating are, what the status is with their siblings. It’s only through shared time and stories that you really have history and friendship.
It’s easy to be interested in so many things and intrigued by so many people during your walk of life, but it’s key to add and grow onto those connections you’ve already made. In a society that faults for wanting more, let’s not crave more food, more gizmos and gadgets, more money, but let’s crave more out of the people we surround ourselves with. Get those stories from when they grew up, their high school experience, what they struggled with, what things they find most important in life. Discovering and uncovering more about those you care about is the best gift imaginable.
Things I can’t wait for
to be as caring, considerate and concerned for a child as much as my own Mom is for me.
Link Family Christmas (Early on the 18th) Celebration
First is ‘the GodFather’ (or mine, at least), Uncle Bruce. He’s the mussel making machine. Actually, he cooks anything seafood to perfection.
There was a ‘climb around cousin John’ game? Which was started by the little cousins then all the Aunts and Uncles decided to have a go..
That crowned man? Yeah, that’s my Dad.
The Scarf was a gift to my Aunt Brenda. She brings me so much warmth to me despite that I live father away at school so I tried to repay it back a little. She never fails to send cards, gifts, family event photos that I miss, or excitedly visit throughout the year. She call me A+ (Angela +) while I call her AB (for Aunt Brenda because she has a strong core after going through so much).
And then to Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and Siblings who think it’s all a look good, fun job.
We deal with suicides, drugs, alcohol, relationship problems, roomate physical fights and more. On top of that we plan campus, building, and Residential Life Office events to our normal desk hours and minimum 2 meetings a week hours.
(Source: cynicalassassin)
Armpit Hair. This is my Link (Dad’s side) Family sense of humor. I couldn’t love it anymore.
On the Road rarely (really rarely) traveled.
Hometown home. The place I was born and raised. The place that hold my two dogs and cat. America’s voted ‘friendliest town.’ The place where my brother’s bedroom is right next to mine.
It’s where I’m going for almost a month. It’s because I haven’t been there before April (I honestly can’t remember) that my throat is welling up just thinking about it.
There are so many things I want to do. I know I’m going to be running around trying to ‘do’ everything on a list and know I’ll most likely get frustrated when they don’t all happen. I’m a do-er: not a watcher, not a wisher, not a waiter. This break I’m still going to aim at cooking, baking, seeing movies, catching up with friends but I’m also going to try and be. Just be relaxed, happy, and enjoy the great break I’ve deserved.
Most of all I can’t wait to just live in the warmth of my family’s house.
On drilling down the days.
5 days of proving I know everything I was taught and deserve to continue in this program
6 days until the “Running of the Santas” in Philly celebration
7 days until our staff closes two entire buildings of freshman
8 days till I travel hometown home for the first time in over six months and spend the most glorious, deserved, and overloaded time with family . (And can actually get excited that its the Holiday season)
Let’s do this.
World, my Father.
Never afraid to be loud and embarassing but never failing to be warm, inviting and a full blown softy.
I’m going to start 2 full days of family time by leaving 7:01am today to watch Philly Thanksgiving Parade with them.
(Source: omgspicegirls)
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The Beatles - Here comes the sun
Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles
“Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right”
In ode to the family smiles coming tommorow that seem like its been ages.
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I just hit hard with a smack of homesickness. The last time I was ‘hometown home’ was July 4th and that was one day. The most recent time I saw my family was September 3rd- that was only for 5 hours to help me move into a new freshmen residence hall.
I get so unbelievable jealous of people who impromptu go home to see their families. A 6 ½ round trip to Long Island would be doable to the everyday college student, but right now it’s mostly a hassle and unreasonable for me as an RA and a Graduate Student.
It’s hard.
Even though I love saying Philly is my ‘home’ and the people around me are ‘family’ (which honestly, they are and I embrace that), it’s still hard. I don’t care about hometown home as much. I just want my family.
This picture is Thanksgiving Dinner 2010 at Philadelphia Maggianos. I’ve grown up having huge family holiday celebrations but now I don’t even care about eating an untraditional Restaurant for a meal if it means my family will be with me. 13 Days till I see them this year for Thanksgiving for THREE days. Three beautiful, spontaneous, memorable days. I’m taking the tears as anticipation.
On doors that will be closed but never locked
Baking. Tumblr. Family trips.
I’m going to Graduate School and attempting to be an RA (you have committees, duty nights, residents to plan event for and care for, building wide events, and more). I can never seem to stress enough how much just those TWO things are.
One of the RA training sessions had us write our time commitments on bricks. If this was last year I’d need way more than the 6 given for all my extra-curriculars and hobbies. This year? The plain number of the bricks decreased to three but the amount of work within those was so much more in depth. It’s intimidating.
Baking-I’ll come back to you. I hope to have some time to at least bake for staff birthdays (I’ve gained quite the Betty Crocker reputation all across campus). It’s a hobby I need to be okay putting aside for 1 year.
Tumblr-I’m not sure about you. This has been a source of breaks, downtime, and expression. It has always been a source for deep breathing and an outlet for creativity. I apologize for, more than likely, having to peace for awhile. I may contribute my own pieces but it’ll be much less community catching up or being interactive with individual ones I love.
Family-I’ll do the best I can.
I’m going to do this. I’m giving up some personal prized possessions to make it through a year I know I will be intrigued in but struggling to stay afloat with the commitments I have. I hope never to lose my smile and sense of self.
