12 of 12 – october 2015

I have one post sitting here that I failed to hit publish on, and another that is in progress. So instead, we get a 12 of 12. [This is blogging, ADHD style!]

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8:58 am. Crashed at my aunt’s this Thanksgiving (like usual). My cousin Dean is away at school, so I take his room. It is very dark. I like.

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12:16 pm. Lunch. I don’t really get where they see there is “more icing” in the more icing packets for toaster strudels.

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3:28 pm. Everybody goes for a car ride with a remote, right? This is what I was in charge of when my aunt was transporting a TV to my grandma’s. (Clearly nobody trusts me to not drop an oldschool TV?)

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6:24 pm. My dad used the end of the whipped cream. I scraped the liquidy stuff off my pie and I was sad for a bit.

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6:35 pm. So I did the dishes because I was no longer in any hurry to eat pumpkin pie. And then looked in the freezer for more whipped cream. And I found ice cream! Problem solved.

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6:47 pm. Realized advance polls were open on Thanksgiving Day. What kind of shenanigans are those?!

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7:02 pm. So then, I mean, I went to vote. I also convinced my mom to go vote. See also: curious placement of the voting sign above the AED and below the AED sign?

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7:06 pm. Obligatory voting selfie, excited edition. You know how much time it takes to vote on Thanksgiving Day? About three minutes. There was one person ahead of me. Thankful for democracy.

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7:07 pm. Classy voting dumpster? By the way, we left home, voted, and returned home in thirteen minutes.

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7:37 pm. Of course upon returning home, I was almost immediately greeted by a political Facebook ad. Let’s just say I didn’t vote for either of these guys, and I didn’t know I even had a Green candidate in the area.

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9:14 pm. Why does TripIt even try to tell me the weather for six months from now?

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10:12 pm. Then I got an e-mail from the library that I could check out Orange is the New Black: My Year in a Women’s Prison electronically. So obviously after that happened I did nothing but read until 2 am.

thankfulness

i’m so glad to be here, this day has become sacred . . . i’m trembling with thankfulness . . .

who am i, who am i that You have brought me this far, this far?  who am i that You have brought me so far?

all those years of spoiled complaining . . . i said “it’s not enough”. and You have forgiven me for everything, everything. and You have given me everything, everything . . . it’s too much, it’s too much, You’re too much, You’re too much

who am i?


Thankfulness . . .

  • My SAVIOUR.  And how FAR Jesus has brought me.
  • My friends . . . near and far.
  • My family
  • The kids and my coworkers at my amazing job.
  • My respite girlies who teach me so much and make me see things differently–BETTER.
  • Cupcakes
  • My badassmatic asthma community
  • Canadian healthcare
  • Music and musicians who share their stories
  • LOVE.
  • That WE are the STORY being WRITTEN

What are you thankful for?