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Bruised Bum, Cold Weather, Countdown to HOME!

I've been seriously slacking on my blogging lately. It's probably because since Thanksgiving my mind has been no where but counting down to my trip home. Words cannot express how excited I am to be home, to be where people say "ma'am" and "sir." There is something special about the South and being raised there. You never fully appreciate it until you step outside of that Southern comfort zone. I fly home Sunday and it could not come fast enough. In other news, I had a fantastic weekend at my grandparents last weekend. They are the greatest and I am so lucky to have the relationship that I have with them. When I make trips to their house I usually take my laundry and do my laundry there. This weekend, I was carrying my heavy laundry basket downstairs to the laundry room, and managed to fall down at least 5 stairs. Needless to say I have a nasty bruise on my bum and there is no fun in that. It was painful at the time, but made a good story at work Monday. The weather here has been crazy. Crazy as in, 16 degrees that feels like 1 degree. Coming from a Florida girl this is not okay! It just makes me more excited to go home. I miss my family, and my friends. Oh how lucky I am. Christmas is the best time of the year and it is the best time to be with those you love. My next post I will be in Florida! :)


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