I love Thanksgiving. I had been looking forward to the long weekend for weeks, and when the clock finally struck 3pm on Friday, I was busting to leave work and get on the road to see my family. The Hubster actually beat me home from work, and was busy gathering all the supplies he’d need for his planned hunting trip the next day. I offered to pack our duffel bags so that we could leave quickly. Forty-five minutes later our bags were packed and we were ready to go. He was busy organizing everything into the back of our truck, so I did the final walk through the house to…

Remember that scene from Arachnophobia where the doctor comes home and finds the spiders crawling all over his walls? Let me help:   Yeah. Gross, right? I hate spiders, but love the film–and that scene gives me the creepy crawlies every single time I watch it. It’s gross, but because I know it’s a cheesy 1990’s movie I can handle it. UNTIL IT HAPPENS IN MY HOUSE. …sort of. So, I’ve had the flu. Sunday was awful, yesterday was mildly better, and today I hoped it was gone–only to be beaten back down again by a new wave of symptoms. Despite this, much of my energy is back and I…

I really don’t think that I’m someone who is easily offended. I am generally able to let things slide off my back and accept that sometimes things are said in a moment that aren’t a true reflection of a person’s opinion or feelings toward me. I also always try to look for the best in people, and I am so aware of how my words and actions affect others, almost to a fault. I will bend over backwards to apologize and accommodate if I think that I’ve hurt someone. I don’t feel it’s my business to get involved in someone else’s personal decisions or business without being explicitly asked. Of…

Gross. That’s how I feel right now. I woke up with a sore throat on Friday, and I basically showered in Vitamin C to try and make it go away… but by Saturday night it was a full blown chest cold. It was so bad that I seriously considered giving up my concert ticket so that I could stay home and go to bed. …thankfully, no one accepted. I bought the Hubster tickets to see CCR (Creedence Clearwater Revisted) for his birthday this year, and the concert was on Saturday night. I was seriously doubting my ability to survive the concert before we left, but I am so glad that…