Give A Little Thanks.

Well. Thanksgiving was a success. Everything went as smooth as possible. I had great food, great company, and a ridiculously full belly. I am thankful to have a roof over my head, money in my wallet, a car to drive, family and friends who love me, and a great job that allows me to pay all of my bills. I am very lucky to have all the things in my life that I could ever want. I hope that everyone sees the good that they have in their life. Life is too short to dwell on what you dont have. Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy.

Some Assembly Required.

Well everyone, it is officially that time of the year. The cold snap has finally come. The sales are outrageous. People are busting out their fat pants. The holidays are here. This year will hold a lot of firsts for me. For the very first time in my life, I bought my own turkey, and will be cooking it in my very own oven, while my mother teaches me how to not mess up Thanksgiving dinner. She and I have been making plans all week, and we are going to have dinner together. As a family tradition, we always set up the Christmas tree while mom cooks. We bust out the endless Ziploc containers of ornaments, and we decorate the tree with decorations older than I am. We listen to Christmas music, and we all get along. Mom cooks. Thats how it always was.

This year is different, because the tables are turned, and my mom is going to enjoy watching me cook. Of course she will be helping with almost everything, due to the fact that I am a noob, and if I did it all alone I could very well set the house on fire. This year is also different because instead of decorating with my brothers, I am decorating with a new addition to my family of friends, Aaron and Alyssa. Aaron and I pulled every single branch of the tree apart, and put every branch in the tree. Alyssa helped with adding the lights. I put the brand new ornaments on the tree, and enjoyed what is my new family tradition. Here is my Christmas tree, the night before Thanksgiving. So i can show my mom my thanks for everything that she done for me, and I can cook for her. Enjoy.

"These Boots Were Made For Walking." Liars.

You know that expression beauty is pain? They werent kidding. I mean really, think about it. Wearing those super ultra ridiculously cute shoes that look amazing? Are they ever comfortable? Do you seriously wake up and go, "I cant wait to wear those four inch heels!!" No, you dont. But that doesnt change the fact they are the cutest shoes ever. So you put on your war paint, slap on those pumps, and pretend all day that you dont just want to cut your feet off.

I was shopping yesterday with my best friend in the whole wide world, Michael. Oh yes, I went shopping with a guy friend. He enjoyed it. And all the women telling him what a great boyfriend he is for shopping with me. Hahaha. The first store we went to was for, of course, heels. I love booties, mostly for the fact that because I broke my foot I feel much more stable in heels if they are very, very securely fastened to my foot. We walked up to the first display and on the very top were the cutest booties I have ever seen. After I asked him his opinion and informed him that if he was just honest in his opinion, this would go much quicker than shopping with any normal girl, he told me those looked amazing. I tried them on and we were out the door in five minutes. If only the night out walking in them were that painless. But, beauty is pain people. Enjoy.

Thats My Boy.

In my family, ownership of dogs went by seniority. Pipi, was Jordans, as he was the oldest kid. Graham got the second dog, Imzadi. And Ian was the last to get a dog, Lucy. There were some family... issues, that prevented me from getting a dog myself. After the dust settled with that, a good friend of mine gave me one of her dogs, Tug, and was soon stolen from my possession by my mother. I would like to state that if YOU always had a pocket full of dog treats, they would love you more too. Im teasing mom, laugh. Luckily, Becci happened to have two more litters of puppies, and I got to choose one of those. Thirteen puppies. I knew which one I wanted in thirty seconds.

Bailey. He is my very handsome, pure bred Red Tri Australian Shepherd. Cute as could be, and as happy as he could be with his tubby little belly, asleep. Solid red with a tiny little white stripe on his neck. I picked him up and put him to my face, and he licked my nose with the sweetest puppy breath ever. I picked him at twelve hours old, and he has been my baby boy ever since. I will be the first to admit it that he is spoiled rotten. But no matter what I do, no matter what mood I am in, there is nothing better than coming home to him sitting at the door waiting for me. His little nub wagging so hard that it travels to his poofy butt, up his back, and soon is wiggling his whole body just for me to pet him. He has the most loving personality, and all he ever wants is to lay at my feet and let me pet him. He is there when I need to just cry. He is my boy. I wouldnt trade him for the world. He even models for me. This is Beatle Bailey Boo. Enjoy.

mostly sweet with a few nuts.

Family is like fudge, mostly sweet with a few nuts. I come from a family of all boys. Three older brothers. Being the only girl sometimes has its advantages. Sometimes it doesnt. Like when you are trying to pick out outfits, you cant go to your brothers because if you look cute, they give the person taking you out death stares, and if you dress like they want you to, you will be enjoying the lovely style of a turtle neck and jeans that do your body no justice. Sisters are good because there are always going to be those issues that you just dont go to your older brothers for. Im sure that they will be more than happy to agree.

The good thing about brothers though, is that they usually find you some pretty amazing sisters, and it makes up for all those years that I was sister less. My oldest brother, has an amazing wife named Raelene. The first sister. Funny, smart, loving, and always willing to listen. It was such an amazing thing to finally get a sister in law.

Ian is the next boy to be adding a sister to my list. Jillian. I went to school with her. She always has a smile on her face. She is always brightening the mood. She has some serious style skills. I love that she is such an understanding person who will listen to you and try and talk you through your problems, even if it is as simple as Photoshop. She will be joining the family in just one short month. Im super excited.

Schaara will be the last and final sister to join the clan in just two very short months. I havent had the chance to really get to know her. But she is very sweet and I can honestly say that I have never seen my brother Graham happier to be with anyone than he is when she is around. I am excited to get to know her better as she becomes another great addition to our family.

These are my sisters. Mostly sweet, but sometimes nutty. Enjoy.

This is one doodle that can't be un-did, Homeskillet.

I am happy to say, that it is not MY Eggo, that is prego. But I am even happier to announce, that it is Raelene's. I remember the first time that she got pregnant, I was at home, and the phone rang.

"Bradley Residence"
"Hey Moira, it's Jordan. Is mom home?"
"No, she went somewhere."
"Oh. Well, do you want to hear some exciting news?"
"Suuuure. Whats up?"
"Raelene is pregnant. Youre the first to know."
"WHHHHHAAATTTTT???!!!!!"

That is right people. I KNEW BEFORE MOM. Be jealous. Well, Raelenes eggo is prego again. And, again it is a boy. I didnt want to post any pictures of her, before she saw them. I did a shoot with her though, and her lovely peanut M&M belly. I am excited to show her, but I am just as excited for my new nephew. Im sure he will be just as adorable as Reagan. Enjoy.