Hooooraaaaaay I'm an adult!
Yesterday, I partied hard with my girls and got turnt up at the movie theaters by watching the movie Frozen. Yes, the Disney movie. Yes, the PG rated one.
Okay, seriously though, it was beautiful. I was practically in tears the entire movie, and it's not just because I'm an emotionally unstable person. The movie was jam packed with feels about sisterly love and, being a sister, I think the movie displayed the sisterly bond perfectly.
I won't spoil it, but I will say bring tissues. (Because, really, you will cry. Unless you're a rock. Or a Canadian.)
Okay, anyway, so after messing up my eyeliner and wasting a couple of Auntie Anne's napkins, we all collected over my house so I could open my presents. Luckily, I didn't get any pots and pans from my friends, because, unlike my parents, they know how I am in the kitchen.
I got a lot of nice things from them, including nail polish, a key cover, a tea mug, tea leaves, a really sweet card, and, you know, other "what a girl wants" things. Anyway, after we hung around awhile, everyone went home, and my dad drove me over to my friend's house where I unexpectedly (and happily) spent the night. After many good hours of tea time, a yummy dinner, and teen wolf, we slept on the floor. It was a great birthday; I really enjoyed my entire day.
So how did I spend my first day as an adult? By doing adult things, of course!
I renewed my license, so I wouldn't be illegal anymore. I bought some clothes with my birthday money, bought a really (really, really, really, really) late Christmas gift for my friend, applied for a job, and did laundry.
Advice for today: Don't let laundry pile up.
So my birthday is tomorrow and I'm turning into an adult.
I mean, age-wise. It will probably be awhile until I am an "adult."
Seriously, I feel like (and look like) I'm still 11. And adulthood is coming at me like
I've been gone for the vast majority of the past year.
I left last November, and I ultimately returned home a little over two weeks ago. During that time, I was home for three weeks over Christmas and three weeks in July while my family came to visit me for a few days over Memorial Day. Fortunately, I've been in various schools instead of deployed, so I was always able to call the wife and kids or even Skype during the times that my bargain basement computer was able to keep up. I'm now home for the immediate future which is incredibly nice.
When I compare the three weeks that I was visiting in July to actually being home now, it's amazing how much of a difference there is.
Don't get me wrong. Anytime that I'm actually with the family is terrific. It's awesome to spend some time with my wife (CinC HOUSE) and actually watch the kids (Princess and Little Dude) grow up. Being home instead of just visiting, however, is a world of difference.
When I was just here for a few weeks, there was no real desire to do stuff around the house. My priorities were just spending time with the family and enjoying the company. I had no real desire to cook dinner or do the dishes. After being gone for the better part of eight months, my wife had understandably built a pretty extensive honey-do list, but it just didn't appeal to me. The laundry was a problem for someone else and the lawn could always wait until after I left.