Happy Thanksgiving all!

A day late, but between the amount of food consumed that could feed a small army JUST by me and the copious amounts of alcohol festive beverages I ingested, any sort of commentary on the start of my holiday season was unthinkable.

But here I am, in the good ole hometown of Fremont staying with my parents and visiting good people. Wednesday night was the staple trip to Denny's where I was able to hang out with a bit of the younger crowd including Nicole who I heart dearly. I spent part of the evening agonizing over whether the boy drove home safely (my girlfriendly instincts lay dorment for so long, I forgot I even had them...I've spent most of my time looking out for numero uno so I was like, "What the hell is this feeling? Worry? ANGST?? WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?? I have to get used to this again...But, I digress...) and enjoyed a lot of unhealthy foodstuffs.

Thanksgiving dawned not-so-early with me getting out of bed at 11:00 and eating Mom's Thanksgiving breakfast. Lazy was the word of the day, we did manage to make it to Uncle Steve's on time for another dysFUNctional family get-together. My mom and her brother and sister picked and bickered with each other, I watched two whole football games with my older cousins, managed to torture, tickle, and cuddle with the younger ones, drank my Uncle's expensive German schnapps, drank four beers, tried everyone elses drinks, and managed not to throw up the heaping mound of food I ate. Good times were had by all.

Gotta love 'em!

Watched Grey's Anatomy (I realize I haven't obsessed about my TV habits on here...later post my friends) and gasped along side my equally addicted family.

I realize I'm thankful for things every day, and don't see the need to harp on them any particular day of the year...family, friends, my sense of humor, my (semi) good health, my education, it's all good!

So Happy Thanksgiving, I'm going to go to my Dad's and be as lazy as humanly possible for the next two days because next week...well, next week starts two weeks of educational hell. Failure and keeping my sanity is NOT an option.

Ugggggghhh...

All you can eat chicken wings at Quaker Steak and Lube is not my friend...going to bed with a bloated belly of spicy proteins...

Clusters of Joyness

Update because I'm a frickin blog slacker...It is no secret that I LOVE L-O-V-E foodstuffs of all kinds. But man. I discovered a new heroin...instant grits. It's like God opened up the sky and sayeth, "And I shall create instant grits for those so un-blacketh they can not make them themselves...and they shall pour water into a bowl and create grits for all." And it was good. So good I have eaten three bowls this morning. Is there such a thing as grits overdose? Maybe this will replace my Chipotle addiction which would not only be healthier but cheaper as well? Pffft. No way.

In other news, my classes are a huge cluster of JOYNESS. Not really...I still don't have my schedule straightened out and it's driving me nuts being the fourth day of classes. I won't go into the long boring details of ninja-kicking Communications Professors in the face to try and convince them to let me into their classes based on my insane martial arts abilities...to no avail. But trust me, Elyse is getting a wee bit pissed off...Anna, Amanda and I did a kick-butt workout last night since most of us hadn't seen the gym in oh, 6 months. I am now sore in places I didn't know I could get sore. It is quite unfortunate. The next four days should prove to be overwhelming and daunting...District Convention is this weekend and I will be sharing a glorious hotel room in Kentucky with Shannon, Anna, Manda, Steve, and Z. Today I have to print out parts for a 250 piece reading band to read like five songs and then tonight after rehearsal I have to make poster board signs and pack because tomorrow after classes for four hours and four hours of work, we have to leave for the hotel so we can be there in time for the High Adventure practice...ugh. I haven't picked up a harmonica or knitted a stitch in WEEKS and it unsettles me...when do I get time for me?I saw Rockstar on Monday night despite all the sad craziness...that was a nice pick-me-up.