Family · Holidays · Life · Thanksgiving · Uncategorized

ode to thanksgiving

Oh, Thanksgiving.

How magnificent you are,

With your turkey, cream pies, and Charlie Brown specials.

Okay, that’s enough of that. As you can see, I am no poet. 

Since these past few days have been filled with nostalgia and childhood recollections, I thought I’d take you through what Thanksgiving looks like in my family. 

So, without further ado, welcome to Thanksgiving Past. And Present. And probably Future.

Thanksgiving at my house usually starts with a list. Someone or other realizes that Thanksgiving is coming and takes it upon themselves to organize who will bring what to our annual Turkey feast. I’m not a huge fan of most Thanksgiving foods, so I mostly focus on who’s bringing the pies, in the hopes that I can influence them in their decision. I am not a fan of desserts that contain fruit. Blech. I would make one myself, but I can’t bake, so…


When you have ten siblings, holidays are kind of chaotic. Heck, Sunday lunches were once chaotic. But, when those siblings start going off, getting married, and having kids of their own…oh, boy. Don’t get me wrong. I love my family. And, things just wouldn’t feel right if there wasn’t a bit of chaos. But, man, can it be exhausting.

But, it’s always funner having them around. That’s one of the things I love best about Thanksgiving. Everyone sitting around laughing, talking, and stuffing their faces with pie. These days, Thanksgiving is one of the few times a year that we manage to get everyone together.

These Thanksgiving gatherings usually involve a few key things, besides the food:

  1. Games: Thanksgiving isn’t Thanksgiving if there aren’t a few rounds of cards, wahoo, and Apples to Apples. 
  2. Charlie Brown Holiday Specials: Charlie Brown is practically a member of the family. Garfield is also a frequent visitor.
  3. Christmas movies: Yes, yes. Christmas isn’t until December, but there is just not enough time in one month to thoroughly enjoy Christmas movies. Especially if you’re my sisters and love those cheesy Hallmark movies that seem to be mass produced. I myself am not a fan. That’s one of the few things I dislike about this time of year. We just can’t seem to agree on the matter. Hallmark is tearing my family apart! (Sorry. I felt this post needed a bit of drama. No?)
  4. Singing: Growing up, we didn’t do a lot of singing for Thanksgiving. That was saved for Christmas. But, recently, my father discovered a Thanksgiving song that he just loves. So, for the past several years, he’s replaced the pre-meal prayer with his holiday themed jig. Plus, someone usually ends up pulling out a guitar and doing their own rendition of any and every song that comes to mind. And, by anyone, I mean my oldest brother.
  5. Decorating for Christmas: Once Thanksgiving is over, there’s nothing wrong with getting ready for Christmas, right? Good, cause that’s what we do every fourth Friday of November. *Cue, Bing Crosby singing “White Christmas”*

Once Thanksgiving is over, there’s nothing left to do but cuddle up and nap. That actually sounds like a good idea. I think I’ll go do that now.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Unless you don’t celebrate Thanksgiving. In that case, I wish you a Happy Thursday.

Life · nature · Summer · Uncategorized

the woes of being a 5’5” yeti

It’s that time of year again. Summer. 

Summer has always been my least favorite season. It just doesn’t seem to agree with me. I’m not just built for summer life. I’m like a Yeti. I thrive in the cold.

Plus, I have big feet, I spend most of my time in solitude, and I have a thick tangle of hair that is constantly shedding yet never seems to lessen.

There are just so many things to dislike about this time of year. Oh, let me count the horrors.

  1. The 100+ degree weather.
  2. The sticky humidity that weighs down so heavily on you that it feels like you’re trying to breathe in water.
  3. The constant layer of sweat on the back of my neck.
  4. The inability to get a good night’s sleep despite two fans on full blast.
  5. The armies of bugs coming that have come out of hibernation: mosquitoes, and June bugs, and wasps, and bees, and spiders.

Yep. ‘Tis the season of claustrophobic heat, plague-like swarms, and blinding sunlight. Fun times.

Let’s not forget to mention the fact that I can’t go out in direct sunlight with burning like a candle. One minute, I’m my normal, pale self, and the next I’ve turned into a terrifying human-lobster hybrid.

Summer is the worst.

Then again, I can’t honestly say that there’s nothing about summer that I enjoy. The colorful, sugary goodness of a snocone, for example. Or, freshly cut watermelon. Sweet iced tea, brewed by mother nature herself. Thunderstorms. The smell of sunscreen. Beach towels. Swimming.

I’ve always loved swimming.

Okay, so maybe summer isn’t the worst.

However, I did just recently have an allergic reaction to sunscreen. Betrayed by the very thing that’s supposed to protect my fair, sensitive skin from the evil rays of the summer sun. Who knows if I can ever trust it again? What if I’m forced to endure sunburn after sunburn for the rest of my life?

Never mind. Summer is the worst.

At least it’s almost over. I hope.

Life · Thoughts · Uncategorized

wonderfully weird

We’ve all had those moments before. Don’t try to deny it.

One minute you’re going about your business, light as a bird. The next minute, something happens that’s worthy of sending you first class to the land of Humiliation. Your eyes dart quickly around, anxious to make sure that no one noticed your blunder. Just when you think you’re in the clear, you see them. That lone stranger in the distance. Your eyes meet. Your heart stops. You know. They saw the whole thing.

I am that person.

For some reason I cannot fathom, I have been chosen to be a witness of the strange, the embarrassing, the completely random. To see that poor soul slip on the ice. To see that guy accidentally punch himself in the face when he sneezes. To see those random people wearing super creepy clown masks while driving a slug bug down a deserted road at 6:00 am.

Seriously, that last one is so freaking creepy. And, weird. It’s been almost ten years, and I still can’t get that image out of my head. I mean, that one guy looked directly at me. He just stared at me as they drove by. Why? And, why did it have to be clowns of all things? That experience shook my middle school self to her core.

My hyperactive observational skills are both a blessing and a curse.  I am constantly seeing things that I don’t really want to see. That spider in the corner? I see it. Those people making out behind the dorms? Ew.

On the other hand, I get to see things that a lot of other people may miss. A few weeks ago I witnessed a gang fight between a group of squirrels and some mockingbirds. I rooted for the squirrels. Yesterday, I saw a little kid dancing alone on a tree stump. These incidents may seem insignificant, but they were moments that made me smile when I didn’t really feel like smiling.

Since this post should probably have some kind of point:

There aren’t a lot of things I’m sure about these days. One of them is that this world is weird. It’s also pretty wonderful.

I’m glad I’m here to experience it.

nature · Summer

figures in the sky

When I walked outside today, I thought I was just going to be facing yet another terribly unforgiving hot summer day. I donned a pair of my many sunglasses and prepared myself for the inevitable running of sweat down my back and the glaring of the sun in my eyes. What I did not expect were the clouds. The biggest, fluffiest, most wonderful clouds in the whole world. The kind that look like cotton candy. The kind that make you feel like you’ve been transported to a fairy tale world. The kind with hidden figures waiting to be found.

They filled the sky, and they filled my heart.

To a normal person, this may seem a tad melodramatic. And those normal people would be completely right. I just can’t help it. They’re just so beautiful! All I wanted to do when I saw them was lay out in the lawn and spend my afternoon gazing into the sky. But, I didn’t do that. It’s too hot out, and there are bugs, and my pale vampire-like skin burns like crazy. So I just had to content myself with snapping as many photos as possible and gazing out the window.

I’ve always loved cloudy days. They just make my heart feel so happy and light. One of my favorite things to do when I was little was to just sit and watch the clouds float along, to search for hidden figures in the sky. Cloud gazing got me through many a road trip with the family. Is it something I still like to do today? Yes. Absolutely. There is nothing I like better. I’ve seen dragons breathing white flames, mermaids fighting giant squid, bouquets of flowers, great sailing ships, even a random detached arm flexing it’s biceps. If you’ve never cloud gazed, then you are seriously missing out.

The only thing I love more than cloudy days are rainy days. And snowy days, but we’re not gonna talk about that right now.

I’ve been called many a thing for my love of clouds. And rain. And massive thunderstorms. I’ve been called odd. Depressing. Weird. Really? Is liking rain that bad? Do you really enjoying hearing your flesh sizzle from the unhindered heat of the sun? Do you really like having your sweat glands turned on like faucets? Cause I don’t.

I prefer feeling the cool breeze of a rainstorm dance across my skin. Seeing that soft blanket of white and gray cover the sky. Listening to the patter of rain on glass windows, and smelling the richness of the earth as it hits the ground. I even like the black clouds that broil on the horizon when a thunderstorm is brewing. I like the little rivers of water that form in the streets, the brilliant flashes of lightning that trace their patterns across the sky, and the intense clapping of thunder that makes you believe, just for a second, that the sky might break apart.

If that makes me depressing, so be it. I’ll take a gray sky over a blue sky any day.

P.S. Check out my blog’s Instagram to sneak a peak of the wonderfully, fluffy clouds that inspired this post.

Family · Life · Movies and Television

who am i?

Don’t worry. This isn’t the angst ridden “where do I belong in the world?” “who am I really?” type of post that the title might lead you to believe it is. There are no whiffs of existential crisis to be found here. Instead, I have for you a grumpy cat (though not the grumpy cat), a sassy redhead, and a bookworm. Confused? So am I.

Let me explain.

A few months ago there was this weird game going about. I don’t remember if it was a general weird game, or if it was just something that my family came up with. Anyways, the game was basically just finding three characters, whether they be from book or movie, that describes your personality. However, rather than pick the characters ourselves, we had to rely on the decisions of others. Like I said, I’m not really sure where this strange game came from.

After many hours of deliberation and false starts, my sisters finally decided on the three characters that, together, pretty faithfully describe my hodge-podge personality.

1. Garfield 

I really shouldn’t be surprised that this character was the first, and quickest pick, of the lot. With our rampant sarcastic wit, often pessimistic attitudes, general grumpiness, dry sense of humor, and love of lasagna, sleep, and candy, this sassy, orange tabby and I are scarily alike.

Some may have quickly tried to defend themselves when given this comparison. I mean, he can be kind of a jerk. He is a cat, after all. From me, however, there were no complaints. I knew that what my sisters said was true. Besides, I’ve actually always loved Garfield. He just…gets me. You know?

Destiny has deigned that Garfield and I be kindred spirits, and I must say that I am perfectly okay with it.

2. Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

Pick number two was, of course, the lovely Belle. While I may not be a French beauty, I do love to read. Which is probably the only reason this character was picked for me.

I would like to point out, however, that I actually have much more in common with her than our love for books. For example:

a) I am a big daydreamer.

b) I am a hopeless romantic with high expectations (no Gastons for me).

c) I have a case of wanderlust that would make your head spin.

d) I enjoy spending my afternoons reading to sheep.

e) I have a tendency to burst out into song whilst twirling about.

So, as you can see, I’m at least 33.3% Disney princess. Now, if I could just find myself a tragically misunderstood prince with a castle and a swoon-worthy library.

(P.S. Please don’t take the reading to sheep thing seriously. I don’t actually do that.)

3. Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

When I asked my sister why she thinks I’m like Donna, she replied with one word: Strange. Thanks, sis. 

Me and Donna Noble are actually a lot alike. Besides being strange, we’re both super stubborn, sassy, and sarcastic. We also both try to act tough and aloof to disguise the fact that our metaphorical insides are actually quite mushy. *laughs to hide the tears*

Really, it seems the only difference between me and this sassy redhead, besides the hair, age, and her Britishness, is the fact that I’ve never gone on adventures with a handsome time travelling alien. This actually upsets me more than you might think.

If you see a blue phone box floating around in the sky, let me know.