Happy gobble-gobble day.

I am not sure if this is going to sound bizarre or not, but when I woke up this morning it felt like a holiday. It's probably just some sort of conditioning I've had since day one, but it feels different than a normal day. Maybe because everything is closed, no one is at work, I'm not really sure. It just feels different.

I'm actually feeling a little down today. The past year has been a little difficult to deal with. Moving back and forth across the country, spending a crap-ton of money, finding a job, going back to school, and all of the the personal mumbo-jumbo that has been tied in there too. This might sound silly, but out of everything I've had going on, I really stinkin' miss my sister.

The above photo was taken in Napa Valley, California. It was before noon, and we were in a sky lift, leaving Sterling Vineyard, and had a little too much wine. 

I feel so boring. I do not do anything spontaneous or silly or some other word to describe random-late-night-drunken trips to the beach to watch the sunrise.

When is the last time you were sitting on a couch, on your porch, like a redneck, at 3 in the morning, because everyone you lived with worked nights, AND decided to drive to the coast to drink some good ole silver bullets and watch the sunrise? Please forgive me for the excessive run-on sentence, but it's the only way I could describe the reasoning. I hate this word, but that really was an epic night. We saw a fin and chased peacocks! If you have not watched that video, I strongly suggest that you do. 

Here's another good one: I want to laugh like this again. So, pretty much, if I have a least 3 days off in a row in December I'm going to Minnesota. Going to freeze my ass off, but it will be worth it. I miss you AMANDA MAE!