Eatin', Shootin', Craftin'

Isn't that the way everyone's Thanksgiving goes?

I know everyone is beyond bored with the Thanksgiving recaps.

So I promise mine will be short

and probably just like the other ten million posts you've already read.

It's okay.

You need a break from Cyber Monday anyway.

We started our morning off right...

...by jumping into a big pile of leaves.

Literally, we rolled out of bed (pajamas and all)

and then jumped/threw the puppies in before Robbie burned them all away.

And then,

if leaf-jumping wasn't quite redneck enough....

....we went to a big empty field

behind Robbie's Nana's house and shot guns.

After stuffing our faces, obviously.

Friday night, we ventured out to do a little people watching...

....for Black Friday Thursday (since everywhere was opened on Thursday night anyway.)

{Sidenote: This is the second year we've gone Black Friday "shopping"

(really we just go to watch all the crazies)

and I still just don't get it.

I mean, sure the deals are GREAT. 

But really all those deals just make me want to buy MORE.

I guess maybe that's the point. 

All weekend, I've felt like I'm missing out on something,

because I'm not buying everything in sight.

But just because Amazon.com sends me 3 emails every hour 

telling me about some big, exclusive deal

doesn't mean I need to use it.

We went into Target not wanting or needing anything in particular.

We didn't leave with anything, which is quite impressive,

but I saw about 50 things that I wanted while I was there.

And the thing was, they were things I wanted for myself,

not for anyone else. 

I just feel like Black Friday kind of takes away from what the holidays are all about.

Yep. I said it.

Not America's proudest day...}

After I scoped out the shopping lunatics,

I spent the rest of my Black Friday doing something every American should be proud of...

attending football games. Duh.

The Pirates won in double overtime.

I snagged a picture with a beautiful fall tree.

And my high school team won their conference championship game 

which means they are now on their way to states.

We call that a win, win, win situation. 

Saturday was full of cousin cuteness

and a little bit of crafting,

cause that's what cute six-year-olds do.

Oh yea, my cute 19-year-old brother does that too apparently.

I'm not really sure when my family decided to reproduce,

but I do know I am glad they did.

One, because hello? They are so stinking cute.

And two, because better them than me!

Hugs,