So today mom and I were experimenting with different home whitening methods and took tens of white shirts to the laundromat after a morning of scrubbing in salt, lemon juice, or baking soda (among many more). It was obvious the "usuals" were making fun of us for putting such small loads into so many washers with little note cards on top.
The end result... none of them worked. Nothing really lessened the stains or made them any whiter. What a bummer. Anywho fun day anyways.
There's something I realized laying here in bed, Archimedes oversees and away at a training while laying here in bed not falling asleep with him on Skype for the first time in a few weeks. I discovered something that filled me with joy.
Home is where we are together.
I mean this in the sense that, even in different countries, thousands of miles apart, there's such a comfort I find in him. Whether its a skype call or a phone call, talking to him, being with him feels like home. His sarcastic words, silliness, absolute loving and caring for me are the four walls that make me feel so safe. Being physically with him was even more comfortable, but even apart he's my home.
That's my happy revelation for the night.
Á Bientôt!
So for the weekend my family went to Las Vegas for my Nana's 75th birthday. Being only 20, it was a bit of an inconvenience hanging out with people all over 21. Luckly there were a few things I could enjoy, such as the Titanic exhibition in the Luxor and the wonderful Thunder Down Under show we saw for my Nana's surprise present.
The whole weekend was a surprise for her, she knew she was going with my auny and uncle, but had no idea the rest of us would be there. It was wonderful surprising her at dinner the night we arrived and she realized we were all there. She thought it was absolutely wonderful. She then got surprised with the present of one VIP ticket to Thunder Down Under the next night.
The next day, my mom, sister, sister's boyfriend and I went to see the Titanic exhibit in the Luxor. It was absolutely fantastic. It houses "The Big Piece", the largest piece of the Titanic brought to the surface. At the begining of the tour, you're given a passenger card and at the end you learn if they survived. It was cold and beautiful, replica rooms helped you feel what it was truely like upon the grand ship. At the end, we learned that my sister and her boyfriend's passengers didn't survive, but mine and my mother's lived. Mine was the mother of the oldest living Titanic survivor, she was only 9 weeks old at the time. Although saddening, it was a wonderful experience.
After the exibit, we went shopping since I couldn't gamble. I ended up buying a really lovely dress from the Bettie Page store (pictures soon to come) and a cute skirt from H&M that has kitties on it.
The Thunder Down Under story will be in my next post, for now I must continue home.
Á Bientôt!
