Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving, for me, means I get to bake.  And family.  Family and Pie.  That’s all you need, my friends.

We went to visit my parents, and at S’s request, we made our way to the ice skating rink.  I’d never taken the kids skating before (though I wasn’t half bad back in college … um *cough* not SO long ago!)

Have you ever spent two hours holding either 40, 60, or 70 lbs in your arms, half bent over?  I alternated taking the kids in my arms, away from the rail.  Yeah, my arms were sore the next day.  But even with the bumps and bruises, we were all smiles.

Then, the next day, I got to go play with my brothers.  (If you ever wondered what my stance on gun control is, you won’t wonder anymore!)  Here’s a photo dump, mostly for them:

I love these two of my brothers!!!

I didn’t get any pictures of me.  I’ll have to remember that next time.  BUT the big news is that I killed a few clay pigeons, for the first time!!!  C got a 20 gauge shotgun from his grandpa, and it’s a nice little gun.  Also, I’m getting to be a better shot with my pistol.  I still can’t outshoot C, but I hit the center dot twice, and I do always hit the target, at least, now.