Have you ever just sat down and thought about what you have to be grateful for? I mean seriously thought, not come up with something because it’s Thanksgiving and your family expects you to have something to say when you sit down for dinner.

There are a lot of things that I am grateful for. I’m grateful for parents who’ve always trusted (Lucky them, I’ve always deserved it). Friends who’ve put up with every stage of crazy that I can produce from American Girl dolls to Lord of the Rings to WICKED, they just go with the flow or sometimes get swept into it (Which is the case with Wicked). I’m grateful that I have a roof to sleep under…even if it’ll be January 1 before we’re allowed to run the heat. And most importantly, I’m grateful for my car. Yes, that is the gas cover over to the left…with a pink flower on it. My attempt to take a car that is not necessarily my kinda color and liven it up a bit. I have a bright little green Ford Escort. But Elphie finally died on me in May, transmission problems, so sad. For the last half year I’ve been driving my parent’s cars and let me tell you, I’d forgotten how much of a hassle juggle cars among four different schedules can be (And that was before my brother and I were driving). But finally, after months of looking and a disappointing miss (I recommend steering clear of Brandon Honda, they’ll say you’re “approved” and then call for a cosigner a week after handing you the keys). Anyways, my lovely little Galinda is below in technicolor. basically, this is my way of circumventing my no Facebook for a week rule so I can show my friend my car. Don’t worry dear, I’m sure you’ll get very acquainted with the inside…Can anyone say, possible late December roadtrip? Yeah, we’ll see…

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