Thanksgiving!

Oh Thanksgiving. How I adore you. A whole day dedicated to food! How much more amazing could it be?

However, on a side note, I do have to say that it really bothers me when people call it Turkey Day. It's not a day about Turkey. It's a day about giving thanks and it seems to me that people just forget that simply because we do get to eat crap loads of food.

But anyway. Thanksgiving. Food and family and friends. This year for Thanksgiving, we had everyone come over to our house. Derek came too, which was kind of a surprise that my parents said okay because they make it clear sometimes that he is not a part of the family. Which really ticks me off because one day he could be and they just need to realize that I'm going to get married eventually and they can't expect me to come over on holidays by myself and leave my husband at home. This is the part of parenting where I think they can't just let go and realize their kids are growing up and that they can't suppress and keep them from boys (or girls) forever.

I think the best thing about our Thanksgiving feasts is... Hmm... It's hard to say. I know Christopher would hands down say it's the orange rolls that Grandma makes, and while those are good, I wouldn't say they are the best thing. I think that it's the mashed potatoes. There's always so much, it's like the cliche volcano with gravy lava and it's so warm and delicious.

Oh, I take it back. The best part of the Thanksgiving feast is leftovers that last a week and a half. Turkey sandwiches are AMAZING!

And now that Thanksgiving is out of the way, we can focus on the more important holiday--Christmas!!! Haha, just kidding. Thanksgiving is a very important and fun holiday. But you have to admit that the thought of Christmas excites you. All the snow and decorations, candy canes and hot chocolate, Christmas trees and Christmas music. The feeling of Christmas (when not clouded by Christmas consumerism and selfish greed) is one of the best feelings ever.

But now that I have ruined my Thanksgiving post by rambling on about Christmas, I will give one last praise to my beautiful holiday and let it know that it will be missed. Until next year!!

My Favoritest Ashley

Lately, I have not seen my bestest friend in the whole wide world as much as I used to. We used to be attached to the hip but sadly, school, boys, work, etc., have gotten in the way. So I want to dedicate a post to my Ashley.

Ashley is the most amazing girl ever. She is kind and caring, sometimes so much that she doesn't take care of herself enough. More time than I can count, she has dropped everything for me if I have been having a bad day or found myself in trouble. I think the people she can actually say she doesn't like or care about can be counted on one hand. She barely ever has something bad to say about someone and is always willing to help.

She is optimistic. I think that she doesn't have a pessimistic bone in her body. Sometimes, when I'm down and she's trying to bring me back up, I try to rip her head off and tell her that she is being too optimistic but I don't think she realizes how much her mind-numbing optimism means to me.

She is adventurous. This makes me feel bad because I am the type that likes to curl up and read a book in my spare time, while she likes to go on hikes, scooter expeditions, and meet strangers. And more often than not, I drag her down to my level and we sit around doing nothing. But when we do go out and do stuff, I'm always glad I do because I wouldn't trade in those memories for the world.

She makes me laugh. Half of the things she says ends up in my quote book. We have so many inside jokes that I can't even remember most of them. I know my brother thinks we're idiots since we're always in my kitchen, laughing over the dumbest things.

She is smart. Only with her have I had philosophical conversations that are about the important things in life, that have shaped the way I look at the world. She always has the answers to my questions about life, and knows so much. She's also very people smart and can read people very well.

This list can go on and on. But in short, Ashley Grace is the most amazing person in the world. She is my best friend and I don't know what I would do without her. I love you, Ashley. Thank you for all you do for me.

Ramblings

Hello again. It's been quite a while since I've posted, not that it really matters to anyone because only a few people read my blog....

So. Life. I am sick of school. I can't even stand it anymore. So I think that instead of wasting my money on something that I am not going to take seriously, I might take a semester off. I know, I know, you'll never go back if you stop but I just am having the hardest time. And I honestly believe that I will go back because I would love to be an english teacher and the only way I can pull that off is if I get a bachelor's degree. So (*cough* mom *cough*) I do plan on going back in the fall.

My friends Brandon and Ceason are getting married. It's really weird how as soon as we're out of high school, everyone starts getting married. Or maybe it just feels that way. I used to criticize people and how they get married at such a young age. But I guess if you've found the person you know you are meant to be with, what's the point of waiting, right?

Who is ready for Black Friday?! Not me. Seeing as I work at a mall, saying Black Friday is tabooed the rest of the year. But seeing as it is coming up in two weeks, we obviously have to figure it out. For those of you who don't know, the University Mall is opening an hour earlier (8 am) and closing an hour later (10 pm). Well, Black Friday is the optimal day for getting as many hours as physically possible onto your paycheck. So, this is my schedule for that day. I offered to open, so I will be there at seven. At three, I have to go across the parking lot and get family pictures taken. So from seven to three, that is eight hours. But! That's not all. I am coming back at five and working to close. Another five and half hours. So, ladies and gentlemen, I will be working a grand total of thirteen and a half hours that day. Beautiful, isn't it? But that's still not all. The next day, I will be opening again at seven (the mall opens an hour early this day too) and working until three. Another eight hours. At four, though, it is Brandon and Ceason's wedding, so I will be done at three. No more suicide hours that day. :)

Now that I have sufficiently bored you all, I will be off. I mainly was just posting to get extra credit points for english. I will post a real post later when I have time. Thanks everyone!