Thankful for…
Alternately Titled: How mom saved Thanksgiving and why Ham isn’t the same Under normal circumstances, my Thanksgiving is spent at my Aunt’s house on the shores of Lake Champlain. There is laughing, booze, and lots of family members. Football/The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade are on the big screen television and the sound of pitter pattering feet stifle the sound of the adults gossiping in the cramped kitchen. This year, the first Thanksgiving of my newlywedness, I was hoping to bring Hubs back to that. To be in the crowd of my beloved family, hoping for snow, and enjoying a full thanksgiving meal – to finally celebrate with the family that

Monday Wants – Wish List edition (part 1)
With less than five weeks till Christmas, Hubs and I have been talking about Christmas. I’ve pretty much decided that I’ll be shopping for myself (sans one gift that will be a surprise from hubs) so for christmas this year? I’m looking at things that i may…justified as being needs. The following? Is my christmas list 1. Argyle Sweat from {the gap}; 2

Images from Sunday
I had a great

Can’t Nobody Bring Me Down
I may have been down yesterday, but I am not down for the count. After a refreshing day up with the in-laws, and after getting lots of advice from many freaders and family friends, I’m still pursuing plan A, but I’m also enacting plan B. Pursuing private school at the suggestion of others; I will start the necessary history courses – hopefully taking at least one of them during the winter session. But me? I will become a teacher. Not gonna lie though, I’ve been in a big rut. I’m trying to pull myself out of it. To do this?  I will start running again, I will get out of

Almost But Not Quite
I got an answer back from grad school today. Via Email. Not quite the answer I had hoped for, but not entirely rejecting me…yet. You see, I effed up in college. My freshman year I did not adjust well, I was not prepared and my GPA showed it. While I did better the proceeding four years, I didn’t do…well enough. So my gpa wasn’t quite at the “minimum required GPA…” Granted I was mere hundredths (.06 to be exactly) away, I worry that it’ll hold me back and I’ll never reach my dream. I want. To teach. The history courses – three to be exact – that I need to take (12 credits, 3 courses?) I was aware