Happy Sunday! 
Tomorrow's yet another Monday. Booooooooooooo.

I've been thinking a little bit about my blog - and it's honestly a continuation of the Kimi Goes Places. This was my old blog about travel and make up, it was doing quite okay until the Photobucket fiasco happened and I had to shut it down. When I first started, I was in my early 20's - still a girl at heart, trying out random things in life, care free, independent, stupid at times, it was all fun!

Now in my 30's, as much as I hate to admit that yes I am a geriatric millennial, I guess it's no longer fitting to still think I'm that girl lost with a camera. I mean, I'm still lost here and there but the tagline is getting old. Throw me in another side of town and I find myself driving in a loop. But then I think it's more fitting that I am now you're Tita (Auntie)

I am posting this with a very heart. I rarely post about sad things but it is part of life so it's quite inevitable at some point. 

My Rainbow Mocha

Everything was all good, everything was just fine until I went up Saturday night to find an unresponsive and cold Mocha Piig. I was alone at home, with a little puppy who needed so much care - I felt so helpless. There was nothing I can do anymore for Mocha. There was nothing I can do for myself but cry there and break down.

On our first Valentine's day together, after we got married, I wanted to go somewhere special. Back then, budget was tight and a regular restaurant was expensive for us. We still wanted to have something special and I was also still discovering Wisconsin as it's only been a few months since I arrived.

We found the only sushi buffet place nearby - Island Sushi in Appleton! Oh you can just imagine my happiness. Seafood is hard to come by here (at an affordable price), let alone a nice sushi place! It was definitely a great restaurant and we've spend all our Valentine's day there... until 2021.

Bear's new job requires him to be away for days at a time and we really can't decide right now when he will be home. A snow storm and lonely on a Valentine's day, I focused in blowing the snow and getting things done. While it sounds sad, it's also actually a good me-time moment.

If you're in the U.S., you've probably heard of the massive snow storm that hit us and affected mostly the South. We still got a good chunk of snow up here in the Midwest, and I was on duty keeping the driveway and sidewalk in tip-top shape. While I was clearing the driveway on Valentine's morning, I was caught by this sweet surprise!!

Not gonna lie, I was in a quick panic the moment I noticed him because he pulled in as soon as I was starting to put away the snow blower. Next thing I know, he handed me this very beautiful vase of flowers - my favorite roses and carnations at that!

Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year ♥

I will begin with saying I am not religious, and I believe in nature and a higher deity. That being said, I sometimes get asked (usually by Bear), how can I love Christmas so much as it really has no religious meaning to me. There are several things that make me truly appreciate this holiday and today I will talk about these things that I do not really openly discuss.

Lights, Glitter, and Decor

My reasons aren't really in any particular order and this first reason probably sounds shallow to some, but for some reason I really enjoy decorating and definitely love the lights. There's something about lights that really amaze me. I love fireworks, holiday lights, flickering lights... lightworks just really make me feel... happy.

That being said, this year I was able to decorate more outside and it really made me happy. I love the puppy too! I think that's my favorite decor to date. I guess with decorating comes shopping, and I got to admit that I probably have some mild shopping addiction.

This weekend we celebrated November Twentieth-first.

​What is this?? You may ask.

While we did plan to get married when I arrived in the U.S., we didn't really plan a date. I was hoping to do it on a certain fourth - to kind of match the day we became official, July 4th. I thought to myself, probably December 4th would be a good date. There is quite a long story behind it, but let's just say some no-good person was trying to get me in trouble and give reason to deport me so a wedding rush we had!

Bear's mom was eager to get it done, like right now! So what better day would be than the coming weekend, right? Of course! It's the day right after my birthday. On November 20th and 21st, 2015, we marked the first November Twentieth-first.

Some people may think, oh such a cute term! 

No. That's just Bear not remembering which was the birthday and which was the wedding day. Whether it's true or he's just playing with me, that's what he led on and I would assume the former that he couldn't really remember.