Despite my extreme aversions to sweets, as well as anything fried, I keep having dreams about McDonald’s.

These dreams are always the same — I devour super size fries and a double quarter pounder with cheese and it is nothing short of glorious. Just pure glory. I wake up smelling those damn fries and my mouth watering {that’s code for drool}. I’ve come so close in the middle of the night to waking The BF and demanding he go to McDonald’s immediately.

Except I know way better. If I can’t handle eating a single cookie, or french fry, I know anything along the lines of double, quarter and pounder, would only push me clear over the edge. Not to mention, because I can’t remember if I already have, in real non-dream life, I suddenly can’t stand meat.

Strange the things that happen to you while preg. I consider all these food aversions a blessing from The Pregnancy Gods. I’m not sure what the hell I did to get them on my side, but I’m not about to piss them off. I’ll take my spinach and kale, thank you.

McDonald’s food aside, I spent my afternoon at the The Ronald McDonald House, with a handful of my fave co-workers, volunteering.

Let me preface this RMH arrival with vanity. I actually didn’t want to go because … ready for this … I am having a dry skin issue on the left side of my face, near my lips. Strange skin things happen to me, People. Really strange. For real, who the hell gets Poison Ivy on their face for six weeks?!

I’ve always had insanely sensitive skin that then takes a while to heal when god forbid, anything happens. So yes, my vain self involved self didn’t want to go because I felt self conscious and embarrassed. In a little fairness to my self, I think it’s hard anytime there’s something weird on our face that isn’t normal … I mean, our faces are the first thing we all look at.

Nothing unnerves me more than feeling like I’m a walking bullseye for target practice. Nothing also makes me feel like a world class ass faster than walking into a temporary home for children with cancer. You know, People with real problems not bullshit dry skin problems. I pretty much had my ass handed to me the entire afternoon.

What the hell have I been focusing and complaining on when this … this is the reality for so many, too many, families. Cancer, treatments, teetering between life and death. It was a sobering day, People. A very needed waking up and shaking up.

I also was reminded how much I miss helping People. I know making lunch isn’t exactly a life changing event I participated in, but it was something and I need to do more of the somethings.

The Somethings feed my soul and connect me. They bring me back to this great circle of life and I am left feeling so fulfilled, so thankful and like I just went on a huge shopping spree.

But it’s way better than an actual shopping spree. Because this kind of spree is a spree of the Soul. And those … those are the things that really nourish and stay with us. I’ll never get tired of these experiences like I will some overpriced hoodie or sweater that I feel is so critical to have and which next season I won’t be able to remember why the hell I ever even bought it.

Today I was feeling the true spirit of Thanksgiving — by doing the actual giving and being filled with an overflowing abundance of thankfulness.

And those kids. The kids! Those adorable darlings that just stole my heart and despite going through way harder things than I’ve ever had to deal with physically, were still smiling, still playing. Still loving life. I hope to be a little more like them.

And maybe we can all think of ways we can start giving back more. I’m not talking about big, over the top things — though these are great, too. I’m talking more about the little, everyday things we don’t think twice about that can make a huge difference for others.

Isn’t that what Mother Theresa talked about? Doing small things with great love, right? That’s what it’s about. The next right thing thing.