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Well, I don’t know about you, but I feel like some sort of trickery has happened in the time-space continuum/matrixy/quantum majigger because it cannot possibly be the DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING. But I’ll play along, being the passive person I clearly am, and peruse the Black Friday sale ads in yet another futile attempt to motivate myself to be that person who wakes at 3 a.m. to buy $5 walkie talkies, eat an alarming amount of stuffing (Some call it “dressing”. I have never understood this. Counter intuitive to the utmost.), and reflect on some things I am grateful for:
Diesel’s Stupid Campaign
I got/get a big fat kick out of this campaign. Sometimes it’s made me feel validated as a creative stupid person, and other times it went straight over my head and just seemed to be a distracting ad with a hot person wearing message board panties. Mostly the former.
Having the Gumption to Quit a Life I wasn’t Passionate about
There’s enough info in the Nosy section and in previous posts about this, but I’ll add that it has been 10 months since I began chasing a dream, and even though there’s moments of fear, there is never even a nanosecond of regret. I’ve just got this one life, see.
Prince William’s Engagement to What’s her Face
If this had happened any sooner, I may have lacked the emotional maturity to see this as an opportunity for closure on my part, so that I can move on and open my heart to other single princes. However, I am most advanced and see this as a happy occasion to celebrate with my friends across the pond as they welcome, for the first time in well over a decade, a new princess. Even if she is utterly forgettable.
Frequent Flier Miles
Trips to Denver, London, and Paris this year were made possible by points racked up primarily at said job I was not passionate about as well as the good people at Citi who had amazing offers for beaucoup upfront points with absolutely no fees. I am eternally appreciative. (Having nothing to do with being grateful: if you are using credit cards that have no award structure, that is stupid. And not in the Diesel sexy-stupid way.)
Ridiculously Cute Family
My brother added 2 new members to our family this year, and I can say without fear of reprisal, that baby-girl-niece-Monkeyface is my favorite. From her ability to charm me into a blathering idiot (“MONKEY!!!- Who’s duh prettiest-est?! Who?? You’s is. YOU-YOU! Wuv you SO much. Yush I DO! Wuv. WUV!), her emotional maturity (she has a canned polite laugh for when she knows what you need to hear, but isn’t actually amused. Like when I avoid telling someone their ugly baby is cute, but instead say things like, “Aww. So tiny!”), to her ability and desire to learn to do everything we can do (fart noises using tongue and lips? Check. Walking before a year old? Check. Peek-a-boo? Check. Drinking wine? Ch…No. I grabbed her before she tipped it all the way in. She was going to drink straight from the bottle. How cute is THAT?!?).
Canned Cranberry Sauce
You heard me. The stuff that looks like a gelatinous magenta can and shimmies when the plate is passed. Mm. Save your organic, fresh, made-from-scratch sauce for someone who cares. I just love the phony stuff that’s been sitting in the cupboard since last Thanksgiving’s post-event grocery sale.
I’ve been carried through this year of a lifestyle jackknife by the people in my life, past and present. They’ve either been a part of my history to help make me the person who would stop chasing her tail and actually run after something I care about, or someone who is currently running with me. Shouting encouragement to not stop and affirming that I am just the sort of person who can pull this off. They are invaluable, and I am so appreciative and blessed to have them. I’m also thankful for new friends made on here and other social networks that have joined my expedition. You send me your experience and perspective to continue shaping moi. Thank you.
P90X, Zumba, Thor, Beach Body, Self, and Shame
I’m counting on these things to ensure that I fit my britches by Monday, because I really enjoy stuffing. And turkey. With potatoes. And gravy. Maybe a roll. Faux cranberry sauce. No doubt an inventive cocktail. And then…dessert.
I want to know: What are you thankful for?