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…

Anyways.

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.

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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.

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is this thing on?

Hello all,

You may have noticed my utter lack of presence in the blog world these past few months. If not, that’s cool. That’s cool.

Anyways, my disappearance can be blamed on both my general laziness and the semi-chaos that has been terrorizing my life these past few months.

So, if you all could pretend that these next few posts were posted many months ago, that would be great. Okay, thanks. You may continue. Nothing to see here.

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i do?

In my last couple of posts, I’ve mentioned some of the changes that have been popping up in my life recently. One of these changes is the upcoming marriage of my sister, Bethany.

Bethany, as annoying as she can be with her tricksy, pixie-like ways, is still one of my best friends, and I was more than happy to except my role as “Maid of Honor,” and all of the responsibilities that come along with it. Recently, however, I’ve begun to realize just what I’ve gotten myself into.

Not only is it my responsibility to help the bride-to-be to find dresses, plan the wedding and reception, and maintain some semblance of sanity, it’s also my responsibility to plan the bridal shower and the infamous bachelorette party. Talk about nerve-wracking. Oh! And it’s apparently also in my “job description” to help label wedding invites, as my sister just reminded me via text. You know, the older I get, the more appealing elopement sounds.

Ah, marriage.

Now I’m not saying that I’m not enjoying my role in this fiasco, but it’s a bit stressful. I want everything to be amazing and fun. And, not to brag or anything, but I do have a bit of a reputation of being kind of awesome and amazingly fun and hilarious, so it’s a lot to live up to. But, I suppose it has given me a legitimate excuse to spend hours on my computer listening to music while perusing Pinterest for inspiration and creating fun invites. Which I should probably get back to doing. Wish me luck!

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I couldn’t resist a Lord of the Rings meme.
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the beginning of the end

Finals are over, summer is here, and I finally have some space to breathe and think freely. And to write.

Sadly, and I never thought I would use that word in this context, this is my last summer before I graduate college. I’ve enrolled for my summer and fall classes, and I am on the fast track to the real world. I’ve been so keen to get through college as quickly as I can, and now that I’m on the last lap, I kind of wish I wasn’t. Strange, huh? I can only blame it on my semi-recent entrance into the terrifying (and not nearly as fun as it looked) sphere of adulthood.

Have you ever heard the saying “Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different?” It’s a quote from my favorite author, C. S. Lewis. It’s been annoyingly buzzing around in my head like a fat persistent bumble bee this past week. With looking at everything that’s about to change, it’s hard not to look back and realize how much has already changed. It feels like just yesterday that I graduated high school. Ironically, the quote above is the same one I used in my valedictorian speech. History does have a knack of repeating itself, doesn’t it?

I would like nothing better than to block out all of this and spend my summer drinking sweet iced tea, baking cookies, reading, and spending a ridiculous amount of time on Pinterest. But, life has a way of knocking you back to reality. Everywhere I turn there’s a reminder of everything that’s different, and everything that’s so soon to change. I’ve never been a huge fan of change, but I think I’ve reached to the point of no return. I think it’s high time I start embracing the wave of change that’s been swirling around me for so long, to embrace my responsibilities as an adult and really start thinking about my future.

Now, I don’t want you guys to worry. I still fully intend to bake cookies and spend ridiculous amount of time of Pinterest. I am determined that in my embrace of adulthood I shan’t abandon the sarcastic, awkward, daydreaming child within me. Not that I could even if I tried. She’s a stubborn little bugger.

Now that I’ve got that off my chest, I think I’ll go rock out to some Disney tunes and look at pictures of cats on the internet. I’m just kidding. I don’t like cats that much.

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better than the last

Hello all!

I’ve missed you. These last few weeks have been crazy, but now it’s Spring Break (Yay!), and I’ve found a space of time to quickly catch you up on everything that’s been going on.

First off, I am no longer a red-head. I am a brunette again. Sadness, I know. That stage of my life is over for now, but I shall come back to it again some day. Some day.

Second, my sister, Bethany, got engaged just a few days ago, and it’s been nothing but butterflies and sunshine since! Well, sort of. They’ve decided to get married in July, and I am super happy for the both of them. I’m also super happy to have been named ‘Maid of Honor,’ and I am ready for battle. Bring on the dress shopping, bachelorette party madness, and wedding planning drama!

Third, some of my sisters and I (I have a lot of sisters) are going to a Ben Rector concert next weekend, and I cannot wait! This has been in the making for months, and we have almost made it. For those of you who don’t know who Ben Rector is, he is a super fantastic singer who I’ve been wanting to see in concert for a long time. Dreams do come true! For your viewing pleasure, here’s a link to one of his videos, ya know, just to give you of a taste of his fantastic-ness. Enjoy!

And last, but not least, in April, I will be returning to the Medieval Fair (Faire?) in Norman, OK. I went last year with my sister, Shannon, and some of our friends, and it was so much fun. There was a jousting tournament, knife throwing (which I didn’t participate in due to my fear of accidental murder), horses, princess hats, and dragons.

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Me getting a taste of the knight life. I don’t think I’m cut out for it.

I also bought an awesome dagger. This year I am going with a much larger crowd of my people. The more the merrier, right? I am so excited! I shall conquer my fears and throw that knife! Apologies in advance to those poor workers. Nerds unite!

Holidays · Uncategorized

none like you

You thought this was going to be a gooey Valentine’s Day post, didn’t you? Nope.

A few weeks ago, it was National Friend Day. Or something like that. I’m using Facebook as an authority here, so I don’t really know. However, the Facebook-made photo video that popped up on my home page inspired me to write a little post about my friends. And that is what I am here to do. Pictures shall be included.

Let’s begin:

Some people are absolute social butterflies. They open up their bright wings and welcome any and all into the bosom of their friendship. They thrive on the nearness of others, collecting new friends like squirrels collect nuts for the winter. I am not one of those people. Oh no. Trying to pass through into the friend zone with me can be quite difficult. It’s not that I don’t like meeting new people, although humanity in general is often on my bad side. I just have a bubble of social awkwardness surrounding me, and it can tend to repel normal human beings. Any potential friends have to push forward and wade through that social awkwardness until they reach my soft, gooey, caramel-y center. Okay. I may have drifted off and started thinking about chocolate there. Oh, chocolate. How I love thee.

Anyways, back to me. The point is that it takes a while for me to warm up to people and make friends, but once I do, they are my friends for life. I’m one of those people who prefers a small tight knit group of super-close friends over a large group of semi-close friends.

For this post, I am going to be talking about two of these super-close friends: My best friends Shawna and Sarah.

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Sarah (left) and Shawna (right) in the metaphorical flesh.

Shawna and Sarah are two very special people for they have been blessed with the ability to put up with me and my nonsense. I don’t include my family in this category because they have no choice. Shawna and Sarah on the other hand are champions among men. Well, women. They braved through my social awkwardness and reached…well, more awkwardness, but with an added bonus of massive amounts of weirdness, occasional bouts of wisdom and sanity, and the pleasure of receiving random texts at 2 am about whether or not a whale’s heart can be broken. (They can, by the way.)

First, I must give a special round of applause for my friend Sarah. We met in our 7th grade Art class, and became polite acquaintances. Then, as the years passed, Sarah slowly began to wade her way through the awkwardness and shyness surrounding me. It wasn’t really until our senior year of high school, after spending Junior year in Yearbook together, that Sarah and I became really good friends. Yes, a mere five years later (Talk about patience, right?), Sarah finally made it to my soft gooey center and got stuck in my sugary stickiness never to escape. She’s been my best friend ever since.

Shawna, on the other hand, was a bit of a special circumstance. I met Shawna the summer before my junior year of High School, and she too, like Sarah, became a friendly acquaintance. Then came the incident where we found out we both had a crush on the same guy (hopefully she doesn’t kill me for mentioning that. Sorry, Shawna!). Then came the other incident with the frozen coffees. Let me just tell you: frozen coffees + teenage girls with sleep deprived brains and at least one with a very strange personality = chaos. And that is how, in the span of about a month, maybe two, Shawna charged through my sphere of social awkwardness, in record time, I might add, and reached Best Friend Level.

Now for a moment of sappiness: there are no two people in this world who are more kind, or patient, or loyal, or fun, or supportive than these two ladies. They are both so smart, and beautiful, and loving…and slightly crazy, of course. 😉 I know that they will always be there for me when I need them, and I hope they know the same about me. We have had so many adventures over the years, and I am so excited for the many more adventures to come.

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