I am thankful that I'm not Charlie Sheen's Publicist.
Since I'm spending Thanksgiving at someone else’s house, I am thankful that I have been relieved of "taking the guts out of the turkey" duty.
While I'm NOT thankful that my sink and dishwasher are clogged, thereby rendering them completely useless right now, I am choosing to embrace this as just another obstacle to overcome and make me grow. THEREFORE...I am thankful that I am spending Thanksgiving as the pilgrims did...without Cascade or a garbage disposal (and that I'm spending it at someone else’s house. Dodged a bullet there).
I am thankful that none of my kids are Justin Bieber fans.
I’m not thankful for what the Transportation Security Administration’s new screening process means for us as far as our terrorist threat level is concerned...but a good “pat down” at the airport is the most action I’ve seen in awhile. Thank you for my new “social life,” TSA. You’re saving me a fortune on Match.com.
I am thankful for my Starbucks drive-thru.
I am thankful that I am able to work well within a widow’s budget since the wine I secretly like the best is $5 a bottle. And generic Motrin works just fine for me. On my way through my Starbucks drive-thru.
While I’m disappointed that Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon have chosen to procreate, this year I will focus on the positive and just be thankful that they’re not having twins.
I’m thankful for that sweet little woman at the Conifer, CO Qdoba who did her best to keep me from abandoning my son in the parking lot on my husband's birthday last week by offering me a free kids meal and a side of chips and gauc. You rock, Qdoba Lady. My son lived to see another day because of you.
MOST of all...I’m ever thankful for my friends, new and old. To my old friends...you’ve put up with tears, mood swings, rum-infused tears and mood swings, hysterical laughter that makes no sense in the moment, and a sometimes absentee friend who you always know is doing the best she can.
To my new friends...both here and far away...you’ve put up with the same, but most of you are online so it doesn’t seem quite so bad. But you’ve been kind to me when I’ve posted things that make absolutely NO sense, thereby making me feel like you can read my thoughts and know what I’m really getting at.
Without the new and the old, the past and the present...I would never be able to get through this journey. You’ve all taught me to cherish my memories and look forward to new ones.
And for that I will be forever thankful.
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© Catherine Tidd 2010