This year, we went to Montana for Thanksgiving. Normally, we go to our dear friends' house for Thanksgiving. (Seriously, I can hardly remember a year we didn't do that... except the year some close family friends came to our house and my little sister proclaimed her love for their son. And their son replied that he and her were always going to go to McDonald's for their dates. And he refused to hug his sister because he was saving all his hugs for my sister. True story. But I digress. If my sister is reading this she is blushing and probably seeking my out to kill me for the embarrassment. Yet again I digress.)
Anyways, so this year, we went to Montana to see my sister who goes to college way up there where it is freezing and there is more cattle than people, but she decided that's where she wanted to go to get her nursing degree, so away she went. No thought about whether or not she should ask my permission before deciding to move away after living with me for 18 years. As you can see, I am very important in the decision making. (I'm really running away on these rabbit trails.) We also got to see our grandparents when we were there. This was the first time in over 20 years my mom was going to be with her brother (my uncle... in case you are as confused as yours truly when it comes to family trees) for Thanksgiving. CraCra! We had the added bonus that it was pheasant hunting season.
We drove up and I only had oh, about a million school things I wanted to get accomplished in the car. My computer battery had other ideas. So I slept a lot. The weather was fantastic which was a shock because it is normally pretty horrid in Wyoming around that time. We got there and I was enthused to be out of the car.
My sister still had school that week and because I was staying with her because I had a mountain of homework to do, which would only get done if I was in a quiet place, I worked and slept and she went to school, and then we shopped and watched TV and ate. What else do sisters do?
On Thanksgiving, we both slept in and then headed out to the farm which was where The Meal was to be served that day. Confession: the amazing thing to me is this: I love food. I am a foodie, but honestly Thanksgiving meal is like "eh" to me. I mean yes it is yummy but I'm not falling over barely breathing in excitement over this meal. I know. I'm weird. Everything did taste numster delicious and I loved being with my family this year so it was especially special to me.
My sister went Black Thursday shopping. I didn't. I had not the energy nor desire to go shopping. So I read and slept. On Friday, we ran some errands and I did a bit of Black Friday shopping, even though it was in the afternoon. Is that still considered Black Friday since it isn't black out anymore? I also made two shotgun shell wreaths for my grandpa and uncle. They are all into hunting and I saw a picture of one and it inspired me to make my own and was like "Oh my word, I must do this." So I did. And I made them and I thought, "Oh my word, I am never doing these again." And I haven't. If I decide to do them, it will be after much money is handed to me. Who knew shotgun shells would be so tricky to wrangle onto a wire wreath and make it look cute and good? Sheesh.
Then I packed all my stuff I brought, and shoved the stuff I bought, surprisingly all into the one duffel bag I had brought up in the first place. I claim my packing skills from my dad. He's a pro. Then we all drove back to Denver, and the ride was boring, and I did homework, and I slept, and I felt squished and all was right in the world.
We got home and the unpacking began. I really hate unpacking from a trip. It's literally the worst thing about the trip. I love packing and I don't mind living out of a suitcase, but finding hangers for all my clothes and putting my room back together after being away for a week, makes me almost, almost want to not go at all. But not really. Thankfully, most my clothes need to be washed anyways which means I get to slowly put them away after they get washed versus all of them at once and the overwhelming feeling that comes along with it. It kinda makes it better in this non-sensical mind that yours truly has.
So that was my Thanksgiving. Busy, fun-filled, homework kind of break. I sure was glad to be able to go to Montana though, and have the special memories with my grandparents and my sister.
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