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Stuffed.

Well. I’m stuffed. How ‘bout you?

We had a very FULL Thanksgiving, in every sense of the word. Full to the brim with blessing after blessing – and I’m still processing it all. (I was processing a little better before I had to wake up at the ungodly hour of 6:15 this morning to get everyone back to school. Nathan fell asleep in the car on the way. That pretty much sums up how we were all feeling.)

So – the weekend.

First, this:

These are my pals. We haven’t all been together in the same place in almost 20 years, but when we met for lunch on Wednesday, it was as if no time had passed.

I take that back. We knew time had passed because – beside that fact that we were all a little gray and a tiny bit wrinkled around the eyes from 20 years of smiling, and besides the fact that we were much, MUCH better dressed than we were in 1991 – we knew that we could finally forget about all the drama and hurt feelings and teenage angst and just celebrate everything that was good and fun and hysterically funny about our friendship. I guess 20 years will do that.
What’s weird is that we went to four different high school across two different graduating classes, but we all went to the same church and were involved in the same youth group. While I love and miss my friends from my own class at my own high school, I think this particular group of friends impacted me the most as a teenager. And I love the fact that, 20 years later, every last one of us is involved in some kind of ministry – three of us vocationally. Without a doubt, those years we spent together laid the foundation for where we would journey and who we would become.
In spite of the bubble suits and plaid shorts and really, really bad hair. Have mercy. Our friend, Jill, brought along one of her photo albums for us to look through. We recognized all the faces and remembered (almost) everyone’s name, and we laughed enough at ourselves and our awful clothing choices and all of the crazy stories to prophylactically burn off at least one serving of green bean casserole.

Good times.
Secondly, this:




And, oh-my-gracious, THIS:


Didja catch the shirt? (He moves fast. It was hard to get a good pic.) My brother and sista-from-anotha-motha are sooooo funny. They accomplished their purpose in giving all of us strokes following a whole lotta squealing and hugging and laughing. June 1. I can’t wait.

The rest of the weekend was spent in recovery and relaxation mode. Lots and lots of sleeping.

Little bit of Freaky Black Friday shopping.

(At 3 p.m.)

(And I found every item but one on my list.)

(It was a short list.)

Lots of internet shopping with my laptop in the comfort of my big chair and fuzzy pajamas. That’s my kind of shopping.

But I did run out to Joann’s on Saturday morning for this:

…which I thought would be so handy to have in my home office/craft room, and much cheaper to buy than to build. I arrived at the store at 10:00 a.m.

They were sold out.
Well, crap.
I called another store when I got home. They were also sold out.
Guess I’m not the only one who thought this little dealywhopper was so cute and handy.
So I ordered it online. But even though the website advertised the same price as the store, when I put it in my online cart, the price suddenly jumped $10.
Grrrrr.
(I bought it anyway. Actually, I bought three. I have a lot of ribbon. And $14 is still cheaper than the regular price, and a lot cheaper than a built-in price. So there ya go.)
OK. One more story. This is a good one.
We took the kids to see Megamind on Saturday afternoon after I slumped in from my highly disappointing trip to Joann’s. Somehow between my trip to Joann’s and then our trip to the theater, I didn’t eat much. I didn’t forget. I just didn’t have time. And we had next to nothing in the house to eat.
(Especially since my mother sent us home without any leftover turkey. Hurumph.)
So I chowed on popcorn and peanut M&Ms at the movie and had a juice box in the car. Hello, lunch.
We had plans that night to go out to eat with some friends, and I knew we were going to a nice place, and we didn’t have much time between the movie and dinner, so I didn’t eat any of the non-existent food in my kitchen in order to save my appetite for the deliciousness I was about to behold.
But a diet of popcorn, M&Ms and juice does not a happy girl make. In fact, this diet can make her quite cranky. And hungry.
So by the time we got to the restaurant, I was starving. And cranky. And wanting some serious food.
Then I got the menu.

I swear, I stared at it for a good ten minutes thinking, “What the #@$% am I supposed to eat?!?”
I finally settled on beef tenderloin and kept my mouth shut for the rest of the evening, then I went home and slept off my toxic mood.
Just keepin’ it real, folks.
But I have much to be thankful for.  Mucho much. And I am. Very thankful. Even for rabbit-rattlesnake sausage or whatever the heck that was that I did not eat, thankyouverymuch. And I’m thankful for years of plaid shorts and bad hair and good friends. And babies. And sistas-from-anotha-motha. And ribbon ladders. And even popcorn and peanut M&Ms.
And sleep. Blessed, blessed sleep.  Which I will do again in a month.
Let the games begin…
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One thought on “Stuffed.

  1. love that you know the warrens! love that your family is expecting another baby! love that this time next year will be spent in your new house with all new thanksgiving memories. love that i, too, would have munched on those m&m's. love that i, too would have pitched a hissy fit about that menu. loved that i wish i had that ribbon thingy. ( i could use four ass well) i could use a craft room as well. love your blog. love you. 🙂

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