Alas, I made it through my crazy, busy day! Who says teachers dont work during the summer? I have not had a second of peace all day! Moving on...
After all my errands, I got ready to go out to dinner for my brother's birthday. I ate a snack because we were going to a Chinese buffet - no dinner for me. When my brother told me that was where we were going, I really was totally fine with it. It's his birthday, it's his day... his dinner choice should not have to revolve around my food intolerances and eating habits. However, he is a boy, and honestly did not even think about it until we got there and I said, "I'm not eating" to the host at the front. Needless to say, he felt really bad. This particular kind of situation has been a constant struggle for me since I found out about my intolerances. I feel bad if I say something or I feel bad because the other people feel bad that I can't eat. What is a girl to do?
Has anyone else been in this particular situation? How do you deal - do you tell the people ahead of time you won't be able to eat or do you just roll with it?
snack: fruit salad topped with walnuts
I love my little brother - no, honestly, I do. Of course, there was a time where I antagonized him, rolled my eyes at him, or was just plain mean. Matthew and I are almost three years apart. There are some fond memories I have of him as a child. One of them includes my sister and I dressing him up in a "Belle" (Beauty and the Beast) costume, complete with gold headband, and calling him Matilda. Another memory I have of him is him chasing me with a butcher knife - he likes to tell me that never happened but my sister and I beg to differ. I do think, though, since my sister and I dressed him up as a girl, he was entitled to chase use with whatever he liked.
My brother and I were not super close when growing up - he was known as "the boy". Since he was the youngest, the only boy, and kind of in a different world from my sister and I, he inevitably got left out. My brother is a particularly deep person - very artsy. He has a passion for music and song writing which blows us all away. Although I feel as if I live in a dorm room some days due to the fact that I have to pound on the wall to get him to stop playing his guitar, his music is unbelievable.
Little brother is also very chivalrous. I found this out for the first time when I was about 13. 13 year old Chelsey was very awkward - verrrry awkward. I really don't think my body did what it was supposed to until I was about 20 years old. Needless to say, I was very self conscious about the way I looked. One of little brother's friends were spending the night and we proceeded to have the following conversation:
Friend: Hey, Chelsey! I know why you don't have a boyfriend.
Me: Why?
Friend: You're really ugly.
Insert little brother here - knocking the crap out of said friend. Matthew has always acted like an older, protective brother to me for as long as I can remember, which I have always loved. People always say if you want to know how a man treats women, look at how he treats his mother (and sisters). This man is kind, loving, and compassionate. I am so blessed to have such a great sibling!
Earth Mother and Hippie Child
You may think that caption is weird - but this is honestly what we are called (hence the peace signs). My parents think it is so funny how I am so "pure" in the sense of what I eat and what I expose my body to. Matthew's taste in clothes and music depict a "hippie" character. Apparently we were meant to live in the 60's (which I really wasn't). Oh, and this picture was taken about 10 times - my mom needs serious help with her picture taking abilities.
I had fun sitting and chatting with my family - and watching the BIL eat. We have an ongoing joke in my family about how much he eats. It's fun to just mess with him.