Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Copycat: "I'm thankful for..."

It's been all over Facebook and the Blogosphere, but I'm always a little slow to hop on the band wagon...

Plus, we went out of town for the week of Thanksgiving, and Mr. Incredible's laptop for work died a most spectacular death the week before Thanksgiving which has meant I have shared my computer with him and will share with him until his fancy new laptop arrives from Shanghai next week.  Just not having the usual uninterrupted time at my desk.

But, I have a small moment now, and instead of doing it just like everyone else, I will do a post-Thanksgiving thankfulness list with my own spin. 

The list of things I'm thankful for could go on and on until this entry would never load, but I'll limit it to thirty because there are that many days in November.

I'm thankful for...

1.  Grace.  Forgiveness.  Sacrifice.  Hope.  Love.  Faith.  The applied impact of salvation on my life.  Jesus, God, Holy Spirit, Bible.  (Yeah, that's the Sunday School answer, but it works.) And now several of the atheists, agnostics, pagans and wiccans who read my blog have tuned me out and won't read on to learn that I am also thankful for nachos.

2.  My family.  Of course, that includes my husband, children, parents, sister, grandmothers, in-laws and other extended family members.  Bringers of joy.  And at times exasperation.  I'll keep all of them.  Ok, if I'm honest there are one or two I would trade in or even give away, but I won't name names.  Now they are all in a tizzy wondering if I'm talking about them...

3. My other "family".  Not related by biology or marriage.  I get to choose these people, and they get to choose me.  Some are in my daily life.  Some I don't get to see.  I have a unique connection to these people for myriad reasons.  You people know who you are.  Or you should.  I don't know why you people who know so much about me still like me.
 
4.  My derby family.  I pay to belong to this family.  You should, too.  Disgustingly acrid pad stench and all. 

5.  My grandfathers.  They have been gone for more than five years.  Still miss them.

6.  Having everything I need.  If you know me even a little, you know that I make a great distinction between wants and needs.  I'm not preaching at you.  I'm just clarifying.  Maybe you have a medical need for chocolate. 

7.  My friend's clear scans after two rounds of cancer.

8.  A year free from major illness or injury for myself, my husband, and my kids.

9.   Books.  I'm not sure what I would do with myself if we ever got to the place of Fahrenheit 451.  Go to jail, I guess. 

10.  My bed.  Sleep is my dear friend. 

11.  My bathtub.  With loads of bubbles.  And water so hot that Mr. Incredible is afraid I'll be cooked alive like a lobster.  The convenience of indoor plumbing.

12.  Opportunities.  For growth.  For resolution.  For failure.

13.  The color green.  I surround myself with it as much as possible.  It relaxes me and makes me smile. 

14.  Dreams.  Several of my dreams have turned into realities this year.  I've got several others lined up right behind them though.  Don't worry about me having a lack of dreams.

15.  Roller skates.  Awesome roller skates that don't give me blisters.

16.  The smell of clean sheets.  The convenience of washers and dryers.  Tide Febreeze Sport (see number 4...).

17.  Central heat and air.  Gas fireplaces.  Electricity.  A closet full of coats.     

18.  Mr. Incredible's job.

19.  Vacations.  Even vacations to Waco. 

20.  Humor and laughter.

21.  Nachos.  I love nachos.  Hard to pass up nachos or any incarnation of nachos.  Or cheese.  I just love cheese.  It's that item I list when we play "If you were stranded on a desert isle and could bring just one thing..."  You don't play that game?  Moving right along...

22.  Miss Noteworthy's dry sense of humor and the comments which come forth.  On Monday morning, I put her water, drink mix, apple and chips in her lunch sack.  Then, I went to another counter and made her pb&j.  And then I got distracted.  A little bit later she walked past the counter and said, "Were you going to put that sandwich in a baggy or just leave it on the counter?"  We laughed because I was so scatterbrained that morning.  So, I said, "Yeah, but just for that you don't get a baggy.  I'm going to wrap it in foil instead.  You know, when I was a kid, most people's sandwiches were wrapped in foil, Saran Wrap, or wax paper."  She came back with, "Well, by now we have invented the Ziploc."  I should change her name to Miss Smarty Pants, but she would probably have something to say about that, too.

23.  Gorgeous smiles.  When you see one you almost can't help but give one back.  Even if you are in a foul mood.  And then, the foul mood starts to dissipate.

24.  Friends, family members, and strangers who serve our country in the military.  Thank you Melanie, G.I. Joel, Chris, Michael, and Nathan.  Veterans, too.

25.  America.  It's not a utopia, but only heaven is.  We may not have everything right, but I don't think I could find a better place.

26.  My church.  The lot of the imperfect people there who can admit that they don't have it all together and need a savior.

27.  Online pizza ordering.  You have to know me for this one. The thought of having to call a pizza place and speak to live person induces great anxiety for me.  I realize this is a completely irrational fear, but also a completely avoidable one because I can order online and not speak to a soul about my large black olive and mushroom.

28.   Music.  And singing and dancing in the car.  Especially dancing with your hands over your head or the Brady Bunch groove. 

29.  The quietness of the house when everyone else has gone to sleep or after everyone has left for the day. 

30.  The roar of the house before everyone goes to bed and after everyone comes home for the day.


I hope your Thanksgiving was absolutely wonderful and filled with gratitude and love.     

P.S.  I'm also thankful to have this venue to chat away and people who actually show up and read me everyday.  You all rock!

P.P.S.  I'm thankful that Mr. Incredible is not in the hospital after I sent him up in the attic to fetch the Christmas tree and decorations this morning.  The attic ladder fell down on his head.  He is going to have one fierce scar.  Could have been so much worse.

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