Thankful Day 13 & 14

November 13: Sharpie Pens
Sharpie pens are the greatest pens…ever. Whoever created them is a modern day Albert Einstein. They do not smudge, they do not bleed. They slide across paper with the grace of a ballerina. Conclusion: sharpie pens are far superior pens to all others. “*And this is not a statement of opinion; it’s a fact. Any suggestions contrary to that statement will not be entertained. If you disagree, I’m sorry. You have been using an inferior pen for most of your life and are (clearly) confused.” I will pray for you.

As a person who suffers from handwriting mistake phobia, I can tell you that if you are using something other than a sharpie pen, you might be seriously disturbed. Everything looks better in Sharpie pen. Notes, invitations, your name. I cannot even imagine why you would even consider using something different. I DO think that the next invention will be erasable Sharpie pens, but one step at a time people! In the meantime, please dispose of all of the pens that you own if they do not display the world “SHARPIE” down the side.

As for me, whether it’s writing down my schedule for work, or making a to-do list (sometimes adding things I have already done to said list JUST so I can cross it off), creating a bucket list, tattooing my wrist, or taking sermon notes…you can bet your bottom dollar that I will be using a Sharpie pen.

Because I only use elite writing utensils. And because I am a winner. And winners use Sharpies.

*Quoted from my favorite blog on the planet, SCL.


November 14: Photo editing capabilities
Well God and everyone knows this is true. Back in the stone ages, you took a picture and you printed it…that was it. Game over. Yea, you look like crap but there is nothing you can do about it. You MAYBE had the option of doing B&W which always makes you look at least a little better, but otherwise you were pretty much forced to keep hard copy memories of how you actually looked. Zits and all. But NOT ANYMORE! We now have Instagram ( and iPhoto and Photoshop and 500 other ways to make ourselves look better than we actually look. Miracles do happen.

So now, not only can I make myself skinny and tan with stark white teeth, I also can increase the contrast or brighten the picture or change it to “antique settings” just to make it look like it was taken 50 years ago. And I don’t know about you, but I am thankful for that. Because it’s very rare that a photo is captured of me that can stand alone without “touching up”.

In honor of the miracle of photo editing, I will share with you my most recent photo edited adventures:

Thankful Day 10, 11, & 12

November 10: Groupon
Groupon is the bomb.com. Each morning without fail I receive an opportunity to purchase some sort of discounted item or activity. Yoga. Food. Extreme outdoor adventures. Great right? $35 to go Turtle tubing at Vail!! Thank God, it’s usually like 70 bucks! However, the only thing I have actually ever purchased off of Groupon is a deal to get $20 worth of stuff at Whole Foods for only $10. WHAT. A. BARGAIN! I can’t turn down buying overpriced organic produce. I live in Colorado for crying out loud.

With that being acknowledged, Groupon is also the worst thing ever because I receive daily reminders of everything my life could be and is not. Every day Groupon mocks me with the boundless potential of the world around me.

They send me crap like discounts on tickets to the ballet, gourmet food, and half-off mani-pedis. Its really frustrating because I wake up to these little messages that ridicule me about not having the money or time or the will to do stuff like see the ballet. Even if it is 60% off. Do they even know me at all?! I mean I sometimes derive complete meals off of samples at Costco…so its unlikely that I am going to purchase a yoga subscription which would inevitably lead to my giggling and subsequent blackout rage in a room full of "skinnier and more flexible than me" strangers.

Anyways regardless of the fact that Groupon points their accusational and deeply discounted fingers at me, I am thankful for the money that they offer to save me. Being in your 20's means living like a homeless person and nobody warned me about that prior to my arrival. Did you guys borrow money to go to college? Because college loans are the absolute bane of my existence. All the money I make either goes to the government via taxes (which I blame on Barack Obama regardless of whether or not its his fault), and/or to whoever backed me financially to attend Texas A&M University. I am once again eating Ramen noodles. And I thought I was poor in college! HA. What a joke. At least then I had the mini-kitchen at the theta house to raid at midnight.

But as it stands, I keep my name on the mailing list because as much as Groupon’s messages remind me of who I am not, they do give me a glimpse of the person I could be. Every morning, as I discard an offer for, let’s say, 50% off of an hour of kayaking, I have a brief moment of hope. Maybe someday I can be the girl that spends her weekend paddling gracefully through a river at a discounted rate. Perhaps in the future I will want to spend forty dollars on a spa treatment valued at twice that price. PERHAPS!

But until then, I will be thankful that I can buy fruit like a real Coloradoan at the most overpriced grocery store in America. I will stroll down the color coordinated fruit and veggie aisles like I belong there, grabbing as many dadgum bell peppers as I freaking want!!
(As long as it doesn’t exceed my $20 coupon.)


November 11: Soy Chai Tea Lattes
Okay, you knew it was coming, I knew it was coming. Let's all just agree that this post was a given. I talk about chai tea lattes more than I talk about my relationship status or how much I hate full time jobs.

Soy chai’s represent all that is good in the world. SWEET NECTAR is what they are!! My absolute drink of sugary choice. I could drink a soy chai every day for every meal and never get tired of them. I tried something new the other day at Starbucks and rebuked myself for at least 2.5 hours after making that epic mistake. The only thing that could POSSIBLY substitute for a soy chai is a pumpkin spice latte, but those are only really good for the first two weeks of the season that they are offered and then the “new-toy” euphoria wears off like it’s the week after Christmas and I inevitably go back to what is comfortable.

Honest to God, I cant get enough of them. The Starbucks employees know me and my bank account hates me. I have experimented with making them from home and apparently they put something magical into the ones created in the store because I am unable to re-create their perfection.

True Life: I have an unhealthy relationship with soy chai's and I might need counseling. But in spite of all of those very true truths, I am so thankful for a soy chai at absolutely anytime of the day.


November 12: Sweat Pants
While I am being blatantly obvious, I might as well hit all the things you could see coming from a mile away. So in honor of my favorite article of clothing - which is, as you know, sweat pants - let’s thank God that there is an option of comfort so blissfully perfect as they are.

I have no problem admitting to you that I feel most confident in my sweat pants. I am not above that. I love them. I love them so much that I don’t have adequate words for how much I adore them. I can be out of my work clothes and into my sweatpants before I even get to my car in the parking garage. That’s right, people…sometimes I change into my sweatpants in the bathroom of my place of work so that I can make the drive home most comfortably. Get over it. It happens. And some days by 5PM, I am in a fragile state of mind emotionally and I don’t need the un-comfort of slacks to add anything else to that. Enough is ENOUGH!!!

I have favorite pairs like the blue ones that I stole from Bethany, the Theta sweats from my first year in my sorority, or my ALL TIME FAVORITE – the black and gold Mizzou sweats that were a gift from Savannah when I shattered my face playing intramural sports. (low point)

Seriously though, I could wear those bad boys every day if I wanted to. And there would be nothing you could do about it. Or maybe I should say: ’I would wear those bad boys every day if I could’ because in all actuality my boss would probably fire me if I showed up in sweats. But I think they are especially cute. And I think I look good in some baggy sweatpants. I can rock them like few people that I know. And just you wait - someday I am going to find a real special boy who loves me in spite of those pants. Maybe even because of them. And man oh man, will I love him forever and ever and ever!!!! Lord knows we are already praying for his heart and his dear sweet precious soul. God love (READ: help) him.

Anyways, things could be worse right? Let's be thankful for both the sweat pants and the fact that they are not the worst vice I could have.

Thankful Day 9

November 9: Gchat
I hate to do another technology post but g-chat saved my life on November 9. So therefore I am extremely thankful for it, and for Bethany who made it possible and affirmed me from her office in South Denver. So whatever, technology is a miracle.

This day was a rough day to begin with seeing that my alarm went off about 2 hours earlier than normal. This inevitably lead to eating about 16 helpings of sweet potato casserole at the office lunch and learn, and putting BOTH headphones in my ears so that Bon Iver could help to lower my stress level.

I had two huge deadlines at work on November 9, both of which were impossible to accomplish. So in order to tackle this feat without having a massive breakdown at my workplace, I g-chatted with Bethany about how cruel life/ full time jobs can often be. Am I shallow? Yes. Did being shallow and whining about having too much responsibility make me feel any better? YES. Yes, it did. And lucky for my co-workers and clients, I am a magician/wizard and finished both projects just in time to have an anxiety attack and treat myself to dark chocolate covered almonds while staring blankly at the freshly bound design books as they were being put into FedEx boxes. Then I turned and just walked out. Lorrie had made 3 different desserts when I got home, so needless to say the day just got better after that.

G-chat is the best because it takes you back to the good old days when everyone was on AOL/AIM. Remember that? That was routine…around 7PM, 13 year old me started popping my knuckles and gearing up for a night of conversations with 47 different people simultaneously. Everything I know about multi-tasking came from multiple chats with all my middle school friends and juggling between infinite conversations. The most important of which - the love of my 6th grade heart, Andbeckers - who’s screen name would make a special sound whenever he got online. That’s when I knew it was game time. Let’s do this! Chatroom here I come. I should have just put on some eye black and blared “Eye of the Tiger.” Maybe I did.

Nowadays, g-chat prevents you from creating lame screen names like “allypoo11” or “heretocheer314” or “twetty2888”….AND are you wondering whether twetty was supposed to be spelled tweety? Yes it was, but that screen name was already taken and therefore twetty it was. (AHEM, BEEF) I think my favorite of all was Katharine’s “pinballwizard31” or something. I am not sure of the numbers. Regardless, that was hysterical. Best screen name award goes to her.

Anyways g-chat accomplished the goal of taking my mind off of stress and also serving to provide entertainment for me all day long. I love g-chat (especially during work) and it has absolutely been the catalyst to getting me through the last couple days. And who isn’t funnier behind a computer screen? My wit increases significantly. So whatever, I am thankful for g-chat.

Best g-chat quote of the day: “No seriously, you looked really good last night. When you walked in I was like ‘crap, I should have tried harder’.” –Bethany Brueggen

….if you want to g-chat me….my name is allyrice12 but when we chat it will just read “Ally”. And just FYI, I am pretty near always up for a good g-chat.

Thankful Day 8

November 8: Nerds, Smarties, and Sour Punch Straws
I am going to tell you something about myself that most of my very close friends would already know: I have an unhealthy obsession with sugar in the form of tiny candy. Nerds are like my kryptonite and it is borderline impossible for me to walk past a box of pink & purple nerds without stopping to grab like…14 or 15 boxes of them. (Give or take a few). I literally think they are the best candy in the world and far outweigh all other candy. They deserve some kind of award. I am excluding chocolate here…but with my lactose intolerance, nerds win.

AND IT’S ESSENTIAL THAT I HAVE STRAWBERRY SOUR PUNCH STRAWS WHEN I GO INTO A MOVIE THEATRE. (I am talking about the value pack where you get like 40 straws for $40 dollars…(exaggeration, but seriously everything costs like absurd amounts at the movie theatre… a small coke is like $5…I could get a Subway footlong for that)) Did you guys just see that parenthesis WITHIN a parenthesis!? Is your mind blown?

And as for smarties…let’s just say that I can eat an entire bag of them. They are my own personal version of crack cocaine. And EVERYONE gives out smarties at Halloween because they are cheap as crap. I find them just laying around every place I go like little evil tempters that I never turn down. No self control with the smarties. Things you should know about me: I never turn down a hit of smarties.

So I am thankful for these tiny awesome sugar bombs, but since I have to fit into a beautiful flowy floor length dress in about a month and a half to stand next to Beef on her wedding day….they do not coincide with the Beef wedding diet that I have miserably failed at attempting.

Can we all agree that dieting is the worst? I just want that to be out in the open. I want people to say that eating heathy is sort of the worst thing ever and that, yes, I would like a bite of that cupcake. I would like Jennifer Aniston and Gwyneth Paltrow to admit that they have a good body because they’re extremely disciplined, work out constantly and rarely succumb to any food cravings. Let’s just be real…is that possible?

Being and keeping fit is freaking hard work so let’s not pretend that a prohibitive diet is delicious. It makes all of the people who aren’t as fit (READ: me) feel bad about ourselves. “Why don’t I love broccoli as much as Gwyneth? Is something wrong with me?! Should I be craving brown rice right now instead of a Chipotle burrito?!” Hell no. Eating healthy is all about eating the brown rice while imagining it to be a Chipotle burrito. Let’s not let anyone tell us differently or trick us into thinking we are crazy. It’s a proven fact that the things that make you fat are synonymous with the things that taste the best.

So ALAS, in the spirit of the holidays, I am thankful for Nerds, Smarties, and Sour Punch Straws. I mean if you don’t like candy, you obviously hate your mouth.

Thankful Day 5, 6, & 7

November 5: Ski Lifts
Right?! RIGHT!?! As we all know, snowboarding is easily one of my favorite things about winter. I am really working to be x-games good by the end of the season, and anybody who has gone snowboarding with me would agree that I have a long way to go, regardless of the fact that I call myself a “boarder.” Becks is faithful to point out that exaggeration anyways. But as it stands, snowboarding and holidays redeem the cold misery-town weather. And what would we do without ski lifts? Seriously…WHAT WOULD WE DO!?! Without ski lifts there would be no such thing as snowboarding. And I can say this rather confidently because I walked up three flights of stairs in my snowboard boots on Saturday and was wheezing like a fat fifth grader after his morning box of mini donuts. And let’s not forget that I hiked a 14er in the summer and almost died, so there is not a chance in hell that I would hike up a mountain in the winter just to slide down it. NOT. A. CHANCE. The sport as we know it would be forever lost.

And so in spite of the fact that I almost always fall trying to get off the ski lift because it always seems like we are going to arrive to that hill at lightning speed, and in spite of the fact that it’s fairly likely they will have to stop the lift to allow me time to get out of the way because I laugh hysterically when I fall, I do love the fact that I can sit in a chair while being transported to the top of a mountain. It’s a miracle of a contraption and makes me feel like quite the DIVA. And that’s not something I take lightly.

So Saturday I was extremely thankful for ski lifts. And I will be equally as thankful for them next Saturday, and the Saturday after that, and the Saturday after that…and so on until next May.

November 6: Daylight Savings Time (applies to Fall Backwards ONLY)
Daylight Savings Time (Fall Backwards) kicks off “the most wonderful time of the year.” Can we all be honest about the fact that when we looked at our iPhones Sunday morning and saw an ungodly early hour, we celebrated that extra hour of sleep with an air fist pump while still in bed? I know I did. I smiled (which is something I never do right when I wake up) and rolled over in blessed warm abandon to drift back into a dream that I think included something along the lines of me winning the Starbucks lottery where I won an infinite number of soy chai lattes, and someone had given me a free puppy and all my friends lived in the same place and we were all wearing long sleeves and fuzzy socks in my mountain lodge with my talk, dark, and handsome husband, and everyone was laughing and happy and eating pumpkin cheesecake which actually made you skinnier. OK, the dream was made up. The rest was absolutely true.

For me, that hour was a gift from the Lord Jesus Christ Himself seeing that my body was exhausted to the point of no return from the 7 hours of snowboarding in boots that are too small for my feet. I was in severe recovery mode and the extra sleep came at just the perfect time. This “holiday” of sorts always increases my mood significantly until the sun sets at 5PM, which is just ridiculous. But needless to say, I haven’t set my watch back yet because it makes me feel like I am REALLY living on the edge sleeping in until 8 (which is really 7). But I can trick myself better than anyone else, and that 8:15 wake-up call felt oh so very nice.

It should be addressed that the ugly step sister of Fall backwards is Spring forwards and everyone, I repeat, EVERYONE hates that selfish biznatch. Depriving me of an hour of sleep goes in the same category as taking a baseball bat to my shins.

But since this is November and not March, I am thankful, SO VERY THANKFUL, for Daylight Savings Time.

November 7: Hair Ties (Pony Tail Holders)
This is a MUST HAVE, people. A pony tail is my go-to look for every. single. occasion. I am so thankful that someone came up with the idea of elastic rubber bands covered in fabric so that you don’t use profanity every time you try to take your pony tail down (like you would if you were using a regular rubber band which rips hair from your scalp). And let’s also be thankful that these no longer come only in the form of a scrunchie, because it’s a worldwide fact that scrunchies are for losers. Losers, and people trying to re-live the 80s.

Anyways those tiny little hair ties make my life 100% easier, 100% cooler, and 110% more able to avoid my hair dreading….which we all should just agree is disgusting. If I ever dread my hair, you all should assume that Colorado has taken me captive, brainwashed me, and your response would be to go ahead and put me out of my misery. I will probably also be high when you find me. You should know by now that hair means essentially everything to me and I pride myself on having it silky and long and freshly teased. Therefore doing something to jeopardize that would be a sign of mental instability.

But in light of the fact that my hair is phenomenal today (it’s the one thing I’ve got going for me), I am really really thankful for hair ties.

Thankful Day 4

November 4: Social Networking
To be clear, I absolutely think social networking is ruining my life. It sometimes makes me feel…like…really bad about myself. Like the time when Meg and I waited a whole year to tweet “May the 4th be with you” on May 4th…come to find we are not AT ALL original or as hilarious as we had previously thought. And we have heard that the online world is ruining our lives for years now…but damn it if it’s not true! Louis CK was right! “Everything’s amazing and nobody’s happy! Technology is phenomenal right now and it’s wasted on the crappiest generation of spoiled idiots…” We collect shallow Facebook/Twitter friends like they are pokemon cards and half of them we have never and will never meet in real life. Welcome to the #21scentury!! (RT, please.)

On another hand, social networking sites are carefully constructed to make everyone’s lives look better than they actually are. This is either good or bad depending on if we are talking about my own Facebook or anyone else’s Facebook, especially people you went to high school with and/or your ex-boyfriend.

For my own account, I could have people thinking I am living some kind of action packed *romcom of a movie if I wanted them to. I mean, how many times are you at a party with that girl that’s taking a picture of everyone there making a “Go WILD” face and holding up some **gang symbols and sticking their tongue or pretending to laugh for the SOLE purpose of posting it on Facebook!? How many times do you read a run-on sentence as awful as the one I just wrote?

Anyway the picture –HELLO you aren’t going to frame that shiZ! That girl wants people to think she is having the time of her freaking life regardless of whether or not she would rather be at home in her “moose have a hug” nightie watching movies. And OKAY I will admit, sometimes I am that girl. …And OKAY sometimes Bethany calls me out on it and reassures me that we can do really fun spontaneous things without video-taping them for others to see and comment on how awesome we are. Like the other night when we went “extreme walking” which is a game that very closely resembles par course. But better! Bethany has the best ideas ever and thanks to her, (and more importantly the fact that my iPhone cannot video tape in the dark), we have no evidence of the amazingness of that night posted on the YouTube.

KEY:
*romcom = Romantic Comedy…keep up
**Gang symbols: patented and made famous by Alicia Perry Beaver’s sweet sweet mother while wearing an oversized black hoodie. #EPIC

For my ex-boyfriend…for starters we aren’t Facebook friends because he “ignored” my friend request years ago so I am stranded in Facebook purgatory forever. But you get the point. For everyone else, we live in chronic fear of missing out on the best night ever, or everybody seeing us change that relationship status from “in a relationship” to “single”. THE HORROR! (Which is also why I will never allow my relationship status to be posted on the Facebook until I am married. For all of you, you will think I am single until BAM the wedding pictures show up on your mini feed, and you realize you weren’t invited to the wedding. Just kidding, you will be invited to the wedding.)

Speaking of weddings, the WORST of all is when you find out ANOTHER one of your friends is getting married…because that essentially means they are winning in life. Theoretically, I do fine sitting in my basement by myself eating Doritos until I read that status update or the wedding invitation. That’s when I throw my hands in the air in surrender and start considering what I did wrong. I all too soon assume that these engaged happy people have it together and have a spice rack in their home and everything. The spice rack is just a metaphor serving as a parable of my life and where I am going and where I am not. The lesson is vague, but there. Spice rack = stability and fairy tale endings. Please remember - this is all just theoretical. I don’t even like Doritos. Anyways we are all pretty much insecure wack-jobs and Facebook just feeds the fear, baby.

With that being addressed, like an idiot - I love it. I love Facebook and its far superior partner, Twitter. It makes me think I am buddy-buddy with celebrities and makes me sound funnier than I actually am. It gets me through a lot of work days, provides countless fits of laughter and entertains a world that is in clear constant need of entertainment. We are pathetic low life’s you know that right? But as it stands, social networking allows me to keep in touch with my friends that I don’t actually keep in touch with for real and for that, I am thankful. I am thankful that twitter introduces me to hilarious YouTube videos and gives me a place to rave about how much I love the fightin’ Texas Aggies even when they SUCK so very bad at football. And it gives me a platform to relentlessly self-promote my blog without sounding TOO stuck up…kind of.

So in spite of all that is wrong with it (and that is basically everything), and in the spirit of instant gratification and not caring about the eternal impacts of our decisions (READ: The American Lifestyle) I am in fact thankful for #socialnetworking. By stars, this is America dangit! God help us. (but seriously….God help us.)

FULL DISCLOSURE: I am praying for the condition of my heart. God knows we are going to have to stand before Christ one day giving a full account of what we did with our spare time. And Facebook and Twitter are NOT going to give us leverage towards holiness. In fact, the opposite is probably true. Am I right or am I right??

Thankful Day 1,2, & 3

My very tiny frister named Megan is blogging every day of November about something she is thankful for. A few thoughts about that: 1. Thank God Meg is back to the blogging world!! We have missed her haven’t we!? And 2. GREAT IDEA, Meg!

So I will steal her idea and do a thankful blog myself because great ideas should be shared, right? Except I am going to try and mix things up. Before starting…I am obviously thankful (READ: very, extremely, can’t live without thankful) for my God, my family, and my friends. And when I say thankful, I mean I owe each of them my life. But since I assume that you know that if you have read more than 3 of my previous blogs, I am going to instead blog about things that you wouldn’t normally think of to be thankful for. IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE!! …..And I may throw a person or two in there if I start running out of ideas. (Highly likely)

This is my way of getting over the whole being depressed that October is over.
I missed a couple days, and I can’t promise I won’t miss a few more. This is my blog and I will blog if I want to, blog if I want to, blooog if I want to….

November 1: Pay Checks.
Can we all shout an AMEN for the fact that people give us lump sums of money to do stuff for them? And November 1st pay check came not one second too early, as I was beginning to brainstorm new ideas for food and shelter.

Before I can proceed, please note that full time jobs - as previously stated multiple times - are not my thing. You know that saying: “time flies when you are having fun”? Well, I am a firm believer that the opposite is also true. “Time CRAWLS when you are spending time at your place of work.” And sadly, I am the type of person to get bored easily. The working world drastically under estimates how quickly I can accomplish a variety of tasks, which leaves me with a severe case of “can I leave at noon since I have already finished everything you gave me today?” syndrome…which very rarely flies with my boss. ALAS, at least the 9ish to 5 (usually 4) schedule gives me time to blog and send emails to my overwhelming amount of friends currently living overseas.

You see, college was great for me because living on minimal sleep, chipotle and cherry limeades, road trips and best friends is close to heaven in my book. This has left me feeling very out of place in the young professional world as of late. Most of my friends now have full time jobs with salaries and 401k’s. It sounds exciting but I guess I just don’t feel at home in that world. Which leaves me with a dilemma.

What am I doing with my life? (Other than living the dream day in day out… I am still not entirely sure.) And it’s not like my resume is impressive. There is not one impressive thing on my resume. Not one. I crafted it in my basement in a last minute panic on a cold day in January.

But as it stands, I really don’t hate my job and they DO pay me so I cannot complain too much. Amidst the dichotomy of emotions that come with having a “career”….I AM THANKFUL for the paychecks.

November 2: CHI hair straighteners.
HALLELUJAH for those hot ceramic tiles that allow me to defy statistics and have good hair (most days) in the driest climate ever.

From Wikipedia:
“First patented by Simon Monroe, straightening irons, straighteners, or flat irons, not to be confused with clothing irons (VALID POINT), work by breaking down the hair's hydrogen bonds found in the hair's cortex, which cause hair to bend and become curly. Once the bonds are broken, hair is prevented from holding its original, natural form, though the hydrogen bonds can re-form if exposed to moisture (SEE: BAD WEATHER). They can also use infrared technology.”

I am thankful for Simon Monroe and his brilliant contribution to the hair of Americans everywhere.

November 3: HULU
I do thank the Lord Jesus Christ for HULU on multiple occasions. Most frequently that is Thursday nights when they broadcast a new Modern Family episode…LIKE TODAY. Therefore today, I am thankful for HULU—a website that gives me valid reason not to workout after work but to instead grab dinner to-go and eat it on my bed while watching Phil Dunphy make me laugh until I cry.

Although, if we are being honest, I would prefer that HULU+ not cost me money. With that being said, that is the best 7 dollars that I spend all month.


So here’s to making the best of the month AFTER the best month ever. And who doesn’t like a holiday where it is valid to dress up as a pilgrim or an Indian and binge on turkey and stuffing?! Any holiday that is centered around eating massive amounts of food multiple times per day is A-OKAY in my book.

So in spite of times when your brakes lock up and you run off the road twice in one trip because the roads are icy and covered in snow, and your snot freezes to your nose, and you have to put on 1274 layers just to walk outside to get something from your car, and your toes fall off from hypothermia….in spite of those nuances that November will inevitably bring….lets choose to be thankful!!

Because….you know….at least we can snowboard.