Thanksgiving

I drove to Atlanta for Thanksgiving this year to be with my sister and her husband. It was a good 13.5 hour drive (12.5 on the way back). I only snapped a photo of one state sign...

but I definitely drove through seven states in one day. This was probably the most exciting state sign, anyway. Georgia's was just this little sign, the standard green of most road signs, that said "Georgia State Line."

So that was Wednesday. On Thanksgiving, Leesia and I pretty much just did work all day, and Corey cooked dinner and watched football :) Oh, but Wednesday night we went to this burger boutique and had sweet potato tots with chocolate drizzled on them! And the sauce was basically frosting. I LOVE sweet potatoes. So delicious. (The picture doesn't make them look particularly appetizing...also, I'm not sure what happened to the picture I took.) Also, they wanted me to try the Krispy Kreme milkshake. Gross. But apparently I'm the only person they've ever met who hasn't liked it. Seriously though--a drinkable doughnut? Am I crazy for thinking that's just not appetizing?

Friday was shopping. I'm really bad at keeping a budget, but if I did, I definitely went over it...again. At the Banana outlet, as usual. No new shoes though :\

Then Saturday, we went skeet shooting! It was great fun--probably mostly because I could actually hit the clay pigeons :) (Why are they called pigeons?) Here are a few pictures...and I even took the time to upload a video.

This is my favorite video because while the guy is saying, "This takes years and years of practice," my sister is saying, "She's crazy!" indicating that for me, it apparently does NOT take years and years of practice. (I have to say this also because you can't really see the pigeon bursting.) First time shooter. That's right--it's in our blood. hehe :)

I forget how nice it is to be with family. My family. I don't really know how to describe it, but there is such a relief and comfort there. Compliments and support from them are of the kind that really stick, that make me feel solid and confident and strong. And safe. It's really subtle, but definitely real. Move out here, Rach! ;)