I always think it's important to count one's blessings this time of year. For one thing, it's humbling to remind oneself of all the good things we have in life. For another, it really irritates all those Eeyores out there that seem to thrive on being miserable. I'm always up for aggravating the Eeyores!
My Thanksgiving week started with dinner on Sunday at church with my in-laws. I was thankful that we were all able to get together before the holiday. My friend Marilyn was there, and I was thankful she got to see my platinum hair live and in person. (I would dye my hair later in the week, and while it changed from platinum to dark platinum and not the golden blonde that the box promised, I was thankful it wasn't red and my roots were gone.)
There were a lot of kids running around at church, hopped up on brownies and sugar, and I was thankful that none of them were coming home with me. (See? You can find blessings everywhere you look!)
I only had to work three days this week -- you'd better believe I was thankful for that! My boss took my coworker Jen and I out to lunch, which was, of course, a blessing. I ate too much, but now that I have my grandmother's saddlebags parked on my hips, I have the perfect place to store all that extra fat. Thanks, Grandma!
Jason had asked for Thanksgiving off to go hunting with my father. Dad had a pretty serious health issue earlier this year, so I am eternally thankful that he's still here to go hunting with Jason. Jason wound up having to go in to work even though he'd requested the day off back in January, and reminded his boss every month since then that he absolutely, positively could NOT work Thanksgiving morning, but thankfully, they were able to work out a compromise. That compromise involved Jason staying up all night Thanksgiving Eve to go in to work at 1:30 AM, but I'm thankful that he didn't get into a car accident on the way to work and to my parent's house. And when he started to hallucinate due to sleep deprivation, I'm thankful that he didn't hurt anyone when he shot at the unicorn he swore he saw.
I'm on my way to my parents' house now. I'm thankful the spinach dip I made came out pretty tasty. And I'm thankful that my mother, my sister and I all managed to get our hands on a Hartford Courant, so we won't fight over the Black Friday fliers. Jason is napping now, and I'm thankful he managed to fit a nap in. And I'm thankful that the grocery store ran out of turnips, which are now off the menu this year. All in all, it looks like were going to have a very blessed holiday.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
My Thanksgiving week started with dinner on Sunday at church with my in-laws. I was thankful that we were all able to get together before the holiday. My friend Marilyn was there, and I was thankful she got to see my platinum hair live and in person. (I would dye my hair later in the week, and while it changed from platinum to dark platinum and not the golden blonde that the box promised, I was thankful it wasn't red and my roots were gone.)
There were a lot of kids running around at church, hopped up on brownies and sugar, and I was thankful that none of them were coming home with me. (See? You can find blessings everywhere you look!)
I only had to work three days this week -- you'd better believe I was thankful for that! My boss took my coworker Jen and I out to lunch, which was, of course, a blessing. I ate too much, but now that I have my grandmother's saddlebags parked on my hips, I have the perfect place to store all that extra fat. Thanks, Grandma!
Jason had asked for Thanksgiving off to go hunting with my father. Dad had a pretty serious health issue earlier this year, so I am eternally thankful that he's still here to go hunting with Jason. Jason wound up having to go in to work even though he'd requested the day off back in January, and reminded his boss every month since then that he absolutely, positively could NOT work Thanksgiving morning, but thankfully, they were able to work out a compromise. That compromise involved Jason staying up all night Thanksgiving Eve to go in to work at 1:30 AM, but I'm thankful that he didn't get into a car accident on the way to work and to my parent's house. And when he started to hallucinate due to sleep deprivation, I'm thankful that he didn't hurt anyone when he shot at the unicorn he swore he saw.
I'm on my way to my parents' house now. I'm thankful the spinach dip I made came out pretty tasty. And I'm thankful that my mother, my sister and I all managed to get our hands on a Hartford Courant, so we won't fight over the Black Friday fliers. Jason is napping now, and I'm thankful he managed to fit a nap in. And I'm thankful that the grocery store ran out of turnips, which are now off the menu this year. All in all, it looks like were going to have a very blessed holiday.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Not a unicorn.
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