Remember that classic song by Rebecca Black? Well, forget what ya heard, this is better!
My favorite part is probably “my hand is a dolphin”.
Anyways, what a crazy busy week, I forgot it was Friday.
Usually having at least 4 Thanksgivings, this year was surprisingly tame with just 3.
Thanksgiving at work.
I work at a call center with about 30 other people (luckily I am not a caller). We decided to set up a potluck for Thanksgiving and I was in charge of making the list for everyone to choose a dish. I was somewhat worried about whether or not everyone would bring food, or if someone would bring 2 of the same dish, so being the foodie/ OCD list maker that I am, I had no problem compiling about 20 different food items for people to bring. Thank(sgiving)fully, everyone brought food and everything was great! There were some very random things brought, though. Can you say deer sausage gravy? I brought dressing and pumpkin pie, and Jeff brought baked beans.
Thanksgiving at Aunt & Uncle’s House.
About 3 or 4 years ago, my grandmother suffered a really bad stroke. Since then, she’s had to live in a nursing home to get the care that stroke victims require. All of the family takes turns seeing her as often as we can, but it’s still not the same as it used to be. Luckily, we were able to break her out of the home and bring her to my aunt and uncle’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. Let me tell you, this side of the family is crazy, but in all of the right ways. We are all so different, yet so similar. We have a slightly derranged sense of humor, but we all think each other is funny. I love them.
A role model to children everywhere, I’m teaching Ava the art of sticking your tongue out. She might have outdone me!
Group shot of my mom’s side of the family for Thanksgiving. Sorry about the quality. My grandmother absolutely adores Jeffrey and calls him a “teddy bear” and says he belongs with the family and to never let him go. I must get my wisdom from her .
Thanksgiving in Pensacola
Having only been to Florida a handful of times, (I know, hard to believe), I’ve never been to Pensacola, but I have met the people that I stayed with at Jeff’s sister’s (Micki) wedding. In fact, their grandfather, a chaplain in the navy, is actually the one who married Micki and her husband, Tim. We took their grandfather to the Florida State/Florida game, which sadly the team we were rooting for (FSU) lost. But, it was still a good time. We ate more Thanksgiving food and the best banana pudding I have ever had, and I have had a lot of banana pudding throughout my life. It was fun to be there with their family and hear stories of their childhoods and funny memories. I love being around others’ families and feeling the love they have for one another and the comfort of being with the ones you love.
We all got hoodies for the game, and boy did we need them!
Me and Chloe had fun on the way home singing some of Tim’s favorite songs: “MMMBop”, “Livin’ La Vida Loca” and “Call Me Maybe”.
So, overall Thanksgiving was seemingly a week-long event. A blur of turkey and dressing and cranberry sauce, (I finally got Jeff to love the dressing/cranberry sauce combo after our third and final Thanksgiving meal) Thanksgiving is all about family. The older I get, the more I realize how important family is. Family is such a beautiful thing. Staying in touch and loving one another despite your differences or your history or your views is truly special. It’s also wonderful to watch a family grow and expand. Just a few years ago on my mom’s side, none of the grandkids had boyfriends or girlfriends or children. Now the family has nearly doubled with us bringing our significant others, or husbands/wives, and some of us bringing our own children (Kelly’s daughter, Ava and Kristen’s son, Kyle). My father’s side of the family is even larger, and always growing it seems like. It still aches to have my dad missing from our get togethers, but I can still feel him right there with us, and I also can’t wait to have kiddos of my own and see my father in them.
I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving, and although I didn’t get to have sweet potato souffle the entire time, mine was probably one of the best I’ve had.