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thanksgiving was one of those good ones. there isn't any pressure to be good, give good, or have a perfect campfire. although, that really isn't a pressure for me, more like a talent derived from many moons of a smoky sky and dry timbers.

my grandma's house is a house of stories. i used to think that she had all this stuff, what looked like junk to me. well, i learned that she has a story for each and every item in her home. it could be that she took a class with her daughter and made it, or that she got it from Bud's 2nd marriage. (i have a great uncle named Bud.) i also have a couple of relatives that got married after both of their spouses died after 50 years of marriage. they have over 100 years of marriage between them. they are celebrating their 50 month anniversary. when the pastor told them they had to go to marriage consoling, they told him they have 100 years of marriage. he didn't make them go :) it is pretty neat hearing about all the stuff and where it came from.

my grandma wore jeans for the 1st time i can remember. my grandpa wouldn't let her wear jeans cause he had to wear bib overalls when he was a kid and hated it so much that he wouldn't let his wife wear jeans outside. strange, i know. my dad didn't have jeans until he was a senior in high school.

my playlist tonight has been relaxed. shremaxed to the pancakes!