Till We Dropped. Amen.

So I'm sitting here, all snuggled up in a comfy chair at the library. In the Periodicals section no less; a place where people over the age of 63 all sit around with legs crossed classically, flipping through newspapers and wondering what in the world is going on with young folks these days.

It's late in the afternoon, and most people around walking down the long rows of books with their heads turned at the ridiculous angle { yes, one I've sported myself } or doing what I'm doing, browsing the web via the lovely thing called High-Speed. I should stop and see if any of my neighbors had the same idea?

Someone should really get on the ball, Telephone companies. * cough *

The past two - maybe three weeks have been insane. Schedules have been juggled between work and school and church functions and about fifteen other things screaming for attention. I've never understood how Life goes from a gentle lull with little to do, to suddenly becoming ridiculously hectic and everything needing to be done all at once. Maybe it's procrastination? I don't know.

* Big Cleansing Breath of Fresh Air *

It's been a Big Roller Coaster of one thing after another. For weeks on end, we'd been planning the Thanksgiving Banquet for our church. The Rescue Squad Hall was rented, I had spent hours looking around for just the right pieces we envisioned using. Everything from Centerpieces | lights | candles | Tulle | Pumpkins | those really nice Table clothes | etc.

Finally, it all came down to showtime. And Monday evening found us brainstorming over 16 arrangements | Mason Jars filled with Candles and painstakingly arranging and rearranging tables. I swear, Peter & Caleb wanted to wring our necks every time we changed our minds. When we had moved the fifth table for hopefully the last time, I looked over at Caleb and said, "How in the world? I hate this. Do you want to kill us yet?"

He laughed at me and said, "Naw, it's like Mom. You just stand around waiting for her to decide what she wants to do and then let her do it. It's better that way and we're used to it."

And when it all came together, I clapped my hands and slumped into the nearest metal chair with a sigh of relief. It looked great; better than we'd imagined. And a Cheesy Mushroom pizza from Amici's waited for hungry, tired people to devour it on the table against the wall.

{ The tables. The arrangements. The Tiny Turkey Napkins.

The Pumpkins and Leaves. The Mason Jars & Candles }

{ The decorating committee }

~ haha ~

We look really tired.

{ A close-up of the arrangements. I really loved them! }

And then of course, there was Thanksgiving day ...

• We watched the Macy's Parade in our Pjs just like always. We ate our breakfast in the Living Room. The girl can't remember a Thanksgiving she hasn't done something remotely similar since she was five years old. When I'm a mommy, my munchkins will watch the parade and eat breakfast in the living room, still in their pjs and smelling all the yumminess from the kitchen.

• And the cousins crashed the house, with a brilliant Pecan Pie in hand. I don't really know that it wold feel like Thanksgiving day without the Macy's Parade & Aunt Kim's Pecan Pie. I used to pick all the nuts off the top when I was little { okay, when I was older too } and then she got wise to us ruining her pies and took to using chopped nuts which are pretty much worth snatching as you walk by but really ... it takes three times as long. * winks *

• Then it was off to Nana's for lunch and even more food and cousins. And people I wasn't sure I even knew, holding tiny babies that were impossibly adorable. Shouting to be heard above twenty other people talking around you. And losing count of hugs and children, and hearing how much I looked like my Momma.

• By the time we pulled into our drive-way, the girl was exhausted but the game was on and Dallas was playing. We played a close game against Miami, and they didn't dissapoint.

• But then Momma wanted us to run something over to my Aunt's house and Sarah was on the phone, so I crashed on the couch and watched Charlie Brown Christmas until she was done. Eleven o'clock found us sprawled out on the wood floor in Nathan's room, talking and laughing; picking on Nathan just a little bit. Before we knew it, we were making plans to go Black Friday Shopping and make a day of it. We jumped all around the clock from Seven AM to finally deciding on Nine.

But we had a great week and now we can sit back and listen to Christmas music, catch our breaths before Christmas gets into full swing. Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving and remembered to thank the Lord for all the Blessings He's given!