Last night Jonathan asked me if I missed the single life. I promptly said, 'no'. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that there was one, minor thing that I super missed....having the bed all to myself. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the ocassional cuddle and the bed is good for other things if you catch my drift, but as far as sleeping goes, I like to spread out and catch some serious z's with no one touching me or hogging the covers. After I confessed this to my fiance, he replied that he felt the exact same way. Huh, funny how it's the little things. I don't miss nights in bars and having to talk to a weird guy just cause he bought you a shot or hoping that the guy you are dating will realize that you really are the greatest thing to happen to him. It's nice to be with someone whom I don't mind steals the covers on a freaking DAILY BASIS or who throws his socks on the floor instead of in the laundry basket when removing them. I love knowing that I'm his and he's mine and no amount of wanting to sleep alone will ever overshadow that. He's my honeybear. (leave your name and number and I'll have some wine sent over with this cheese. ha ha).

I really dig me some Thanksgiving. I do believe it is my favorite holiday. Christmas is too stressful with the buying of the gifts and the spending of the money and what not. Thanksgiving is a day where everyone, except those cooking, get to relax and enjoy the day and the festiveness of it all.
This year I went to Jonathan's grandma's house. There were about 20 people there, most of whom I had met so that lessened the stress of meeting future family members, and lots and lots of pecan pie. I kid you not, there were at least 12 pies in that house and the majority of them were pecan. You would have thought that a squirrel in the backyard gathered the nuts all year and placed them in a wicker basket on the backporch so that 8 pecan pies could be baked to perfection.
There were lots of other items to partake in. Coke salad, 7 layer salad, all kinds of beans and peas and potatoes. I decided early on that I was going to be a good little girl this year and not gorge myself and play the role of fatty fat kid at the holiday feasts. The problem with this is, even though you say you are going to get small portions-or as we in the south say, 'helpings'- you still are left with 15 piles of Thanksgiving goodness on your plate which we all know equals one large pile of indigestion and clogged arteries.
This year was different for me. I only sampled the things I really enjoy. I opted for the dressing (which contained chicken bits in it so no need for turkey), baked beans, hashbrown casserole, 7 layer salad and a roll. Of course I was questioned if I had 'tried' the sweet potatoes or grandma's famous mashed potatoes, but I sweetly declined saying that I was very full with my selected dishes.
I will forever abide by this rule. I can have greenbeans or corn whenever my flippin heart desires and I may even peel potatoes for some mashed 'tators, but dressing, baked beans and 7 layer salads, and 8 pecan pies- those my friends, only come along a few times a year.

I love looking at junk. There is a place in Hot Springs called the Peddler's Mall where one can go and maybe find a roll of half used duct tape or an English book copyright 1917 (like I did this weekend). It basically is an old storage place where people with no teeth and a taste for country music pay $75 a month to sell their junk. I am a quick shopper. I don't like to look and touch every little item, but I do like to make sure that I've stepped into every open unit.
My mom and I left the men to look and headed on our way past the camo unit. We had been browsing for about 30 minutes when the need to poo hit me like an elbow at a concert. I told my mother that I needed to go RIGHT NOW and asked her to come with me. The restroom was surprising clean and I preceded to do my business. After I was finished, I reached for the toilet paper and found only an empty roll hanging from a handmade contraption resembling a holder of such but was really just a hanger twisted a bit. I shout to my mom in the next stall that I was in need of some squares and I am immediately thankful that I had asked her to come with me because we all know that I would have sat there till kingdom come, waiting on a family member to come find me and rescue me providing a few squares. So here is the point of my story, always have some kleenex or don't poo alone.