Home For the Holidays

Okay, so I want to set up the scenario for you of what it is like in my parents' house during the holidays. The family consists of my mom, dad, sister, brother, and myself. My mom is Korean and my dad is from Ohio, which would totally explain the obsession for Ohio State University.

Anyway, my mom is about 5'4" and about 100 pounds soaking wet. She has jet black hair that fall around her shoulders and the biggest black/brown eyes I have ever seen. My kid has chocolate eyes just like hers. My dad is about 5'10" and weighs about 150. He has snow white hair, full head of it I should add (my brother is totally thankful for that). He has what we call the "family nose". He kind of looks like a mix between Steve Martin and Fonzi from Happy Days. Yeah, I got a hot dad.

My sister is about 5'8" and weighs about 150. She would probably also like me to note that she just had a baby (7 months ago). She has dyed, black hair to look like my mom's. She has the "perfect nose" and she loves to roll her eyes. She would kill me if I told all of you, but one ear sticks out more than the other. hehe

My brother is my favorite out of the family. He is 27 and graduating from Kansas State University this December with a degree in Business. He is 6'0" and weighs about 160. He has brown hair and is a cutie. He has a great personality, always thinking of others. He is pretty quiet sometimes and doesn't like people making a fuss over him. He has been with his girlfriend for over six years. He chooses not to live with her until they are married to respect her parents. He has not popped the question as of yet.

So, you get all of us in a room, and well... it's loud. My dad is hard of hearing. My mom talks really loud (Korean people usually do to compete over each other when speaking). My dad sits in the recliner with the remote control and as we are talking, the tele is getting louder. Then we proceed to get louder as we talk. Pretty soon, when everyone is catching a breath, the tele will be blaring with some stupid commercial for Wal-Mart or something.

It's quite funny when I come home. My parents will occasionally buy groceries at Wal-Mart and I will find it when I stay. Once they gave me a bottled water that had Sam's Choice on it. I wouldn't drink it. They know that I boycott Wal-mart and that I refuse to eat anything that comes from there. I have made them feel guilty for shopping there and so they don't do it very often.

We were all home for Thanksgiving. My sister had her baby and the daddy over, my brother brought his girlfriend, and I brought my son and Josh. It was a little crowded. There were not a bunch of leftovers, mostly dessert. Crazy, huh?

My parents gave up their bedroom for us, my brother slept in his own room, and my parents slept in the guest quarters. My sister lives in town, so she went home every night. Our nights were filled with playing card games and watching endless hours of football.

We stayed from Wednesday until Sunday. I was actually glad to leave. All of us in the same proximity was getting to me. I am quite independent. But I had a wonderful time being with family. It was great.