12/03/2013

OUR THANKSGIVING

^^this girl is fearless!^^

^^I took this picture after I punched her to the floor with one of the inflatable tubes in the bouncy house haha^^


^^this sweet sweet girl has the sweetest smile! She's pure awesome and loved us driving her around in her golf cart^^
^^holy pumpkin cake!^^





I think this is the second or third time we've been invited to our very good friends from our family ward to their home for Thanksgiving. And gosh their food is pure American Thanksgiving. This year my parents spent their week at New York, and my sister, Milo, and I were left here in good ol' Florida. It's all good though cause Milo did a good job in being our guard dog and we appreciated our family friends for taking us in for Thanksgiving! This day was really full of food, and more food, and more food.

For breakfast we had IHOP. You can never go wrong with IHOP. Especially with their pancakes, waffles, or crepes that are drenched in berry goodness.

The pictures above are from our Thanksgiving lunch at the McCarls home. Every year they rent a bouncy house, and it may be the best or worst idea ever, depending if you jump on it before or after, or even before and after you eat. For some reason I did both... Yeah terrible thing to do. But it was definitely fun, I mean how can it not be? If there is anything I want in my future is to have a huge acre of land for my dogs and children to run in, just like how they have it. They literally own a huge chunk of land to ride their 4-wheeler around, play with their dogs, football, and those good wholesome American festivities. We also got to take their golf cart out for a spin. It wasn't going more than 15 miles but we made it feel like we were going 30 by screaming and putting our arms up like it was a roller coaster.

Later on in the evening we were invited to another family friend of ours, one of my best friends, Mikka. Can't remember how many times we've spent Thanksgiving together, but my stomach and taste buds have kinda of a gravitational pull towards her moms mashed potatoes. This years mashed potatoes were different, but they were still BANGIN. Yes all caps were necessary for that statement. Too sad we didn't take enough pictures. But I did steal a picture of the glorious turkey from Mikka's instagram. 

After dinner we headed straight to the Florida Mall for Black Friday, picking up on the way two good friends of mine, Madeline and R.J. No pictures for this event either because stomach aches were getting in the way of my excitement of shopping. The mall was packed packed packed and I don't think I'll ever go back for Black Friday at midnight again. Unless we go at 3 in the morning. I did get a few Christmas gifts which is what I'm most excited for! 

Tis the season for giving and gratitude! Thinking about Thanksgiving has brought me to a realization that I haven't noticed before. I've been thankful for at least one thing everyday this year. Maybe not spot on everyday. But there hasn't been a week that I haven't been ungrateful for at least one thing. It can be the most simplest thing, like Michael Buble playing randomly on the radio or the beautiful "cold" (for FL 60 degrees is cold okay!) weather we got early this year. This year I been grateful for my parents raising my sister and I in the gospel, I'm grateful for Daniel's patience and his Christlike attribute of forgiveness, I'm grateful for the beautiful weather, for my baby boy Milo, I'm grateful for opportunities, for my prayers being answered, for my YSA branch, for revelations and promptings. I'm grateful for my job and the people I work with, I'm grateful for exceeding in my education, and for inspirational people I can call my friends. I'm grateful for the knowledge of the gospel and for being a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I know that if you notice simple things that make you smile or make you content within your day, you become grateful for those things, you become happier, and you will be a happier person. 



Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner! Praise the food gods!






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