Remember that sunny day back in September when you blurted out that you would LOVE to host Thanksgiving at your house?  You'd had a few glasses of wine, your mother cheered, you quickly invited your nearest and dearest and immediately were elevated to "hero status."  Slowly your promise sort of faded from memory. It is quite understandable

Here in the greater Seattle suburban region the housing market is hot hot hot.  Homes that sell for 75k in east Texas on the popular show "Fixer Upper" will easily sell for over a half a million here. . . and we don't have Chip or Joanna.  I guess

grew up learning that there were winners and losers, black and white and right and wrong.  Maybe this is why when it came to Easter Sunday I had this winner take all mentality.  I used to believe that Easter was like the "Superbowl of Religion." Christ came into the world and conquered death, BOOM. Get on board bitches.   While it is true that without the concept of the risen Christ, many Christians would lose their mind, I realize I think of it a bit different now.  For me, following the way Christ lived while here on Earth is the point.  However, 

I didn't sleep in a tent one time in my childhood.  In fact the only camping I remember was summer camp for one week each summer.  So tell me how did I end up in this place where I have been camping regularly for over 15 years?  I blame it on college and my husband.  Both places where camping flourishes.