I'm thankful.. right? Yes, thankful.... yes

Thanksgiving. Ok, can I just start off by sounding really bitter about the holiday? I know it is supposed to be about pondering all of our blessings, of which I have too many to count... even if I forget to count them sometimes... but such a big part of it is about the food. I'm sorry, but I don't like anything about traditional Thanksgiving food, there I said it. Turkey is fine, I'll have a piece a year and call it good.. there are so many better deserts than pumpkin pie, stuffing has too many chunkies, cranberries are just gross, luckily I love potatoes... By far the most awesome Thanksgiving memory ever was the year that my immediate family just stayed home and had a huge fest of homemade oriental food. There isn't even the tiniest thing Asian about our blood, but dang Mom makes some great oriental food.. it was awesome. Wouldn't it be a cool meal if everyone just brought their random most favorite dish of all time.. I'm sure there would be some dishes that maybe don't go together perfect, but it would be exciting and different every year depending on who was coming to dinner.

We went to CO this year, now don't get me wrong, my in-laws set a great turkey table... but it's just not my meal of dreams. (I know I know.. I always have been a bit of a jerk)

The drive over was rushed and frantic to stay ahead of the storm of the century that never really materialized... so that was a little hectic. Right before the trip one of my tires went flat, was very damaged and we had to pretend we could afford to replace it. I was ecstatic that they didn't tell me we needed more new tires... until in CO we found out we DID need more... three more actually... yes... 3 + 1 = 4... awesome... (For all of you who are addicted to being all positive and happy all pf the time, yes we are very lucky it went flat on a sunny day in town and not in a snow storm on the winding death defying canyon from heck, it's just money right? Food, shelter, clothes... only money.... deep cleansing breath..deeeep breath... )

On the way back home we hit the next big storm that came our way, and this time felt it for sure. The canyon was a little stressful, but the closer we got to home the worse it got. Pulling into our neighborhood was the first time we had done so in bad weather.. welcome to living in hills.... I slammed into a curb when I forgot to just pump the breaks... now to go straight I have to hold the steering wheel to the right... I'm guessing that's not good... but unless the alignment fairy comes along...

I am so glad we took time to decorate our Christmas tree before we left, it was great to come home to a little Christmas... I don't know when we could have gotten to it other wise...

The best part of the trip was that we got some family pics with the in-laws. I hate the idea of being in a pic, and every year hate it a little more. But we just got a preview pic of Greydon, and it was worth feeling fat just to see this pic of him.



So I should probably look past the fact that in the rush to leave we forgot to winterize and had a fountain of water shooting out of our sprinkler system... I should probably be happy that the sink hole that is now our front flower garden didn't flood the basement this time... I should probably continue to breath deeply and no longer feel like I am going to break down into a puddle of tears and swear words any second... right? Shouldn't I?

Half full half full half full half full damn silver lining half full half full half full half full


(Greydon is saying little three word sentences now... I lov-ed you Mommy ... Love you Daddy... Good night.... OH, Hello... Look, hot pasta... Daddy dance, spin daddy... those keep you going better than anything, that's for sure)