Thanks, God, for the jeans woven with the silver lining of the clouds.

Nothing lifts ones self esteem like a good pair of fitting jeans. I went on a mission for at least a pair of jeans that weren't mom-jeans and didn't have any of those awkward stains on the butt that looks like someone sat in paint. However, I don't like those low-rise jeans that reveal that oh, so, flattering butt cleavage and I do like it when they look a little worn in. Turns out, no one in America makes jeans that are like this.

(Side note: I'm watching one of the dumbest teen shows. I'm laughing quite a bit.)

I refuse to spend (a lot) of money on a pair of jeans that have an odd crotch and don't touch the floor. Trust me, that crotch thing happens more than necessary. I'm at Kohls (the store of the gods) and I grab three pairs of jeans at a time and go into the dressing room. Eh, one was okay-- lets grab another three and try those on-- Meh, $15... I guess-- I'll grab three more pairs. Then lo and behold, there were a pair of jeans on the end of a rack that I'm sure were positioned there by God Himself. I put them on-- Hallelujah!-- they flare so much that they swallow my feet, the butt looks awesome and they aren't those low, low riders. They do have that dumb wrinkle stain by the pockets but I can over look this because I lose my feet in them! It's awesome.

What's even better is that I had money to buy this. I always feel like I'm poor but I'm doing fairly well for myself and it feels amazing buying jeans and not feeling guilty. I also got some cheap sweat pants, amazing mascara, an extremely ugly necklace that I've been eyeballing for awhile and a hair dryer. Yay! Dry hair!

A complete change of subject: It doesn't feel like Thanksgiving since there was an amazing Turkey Treat in Maryland just last weekend. However, this lack of feeling is not going to change my thankfulness. Check it out: for thirty days write down five things you are grateful for-- and don't write down the same five things everyday (ie My family, my dog, my bed, my house and those squirrely next door neighbors). When you do this, it feels like Thanksgiving all year round.

Mercy is found in the oddest places. That's why I'm always in the oddest places.
--Carmen


Man, I am feeling good with these jeans.