Yeah, I really should be asleep considering that I have to be up in 4 hours and 50 minutes to go eat breakfast at the Cracker Barrel followed by a trip to Hamrick's. If you live in my part of the South you know what Hamrick's is, if you don't know you are missing out on the Mecca for maw-maw clothes. It's going to be a LONG Thanksgiving day.
However I guess I shall just be thankful that I am able to go and spend time with my family, at least the part that didn't up and move away leaving me here to miss them all desperately. Hopefully a little guilt goes a long way.
So, things I am thankful for this year:
I'm thankful that that big azz tumah they took out of me in May was low-malignancy with only a tiny chance of reoccurence. And that they took out all my girlie parts while they were in there. While I don't recommend the tumor i do highly recommend having all your girlie parts removed. And your appendix.
I'm thankful that I have an amazing family even if some of them could be classified legally insane(not going to point any fingers).
I'm thankful I finally have a decent car that has a working heater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm thankful for some of the best friends a person could ever have. Some of you have been around for over 30 years and I still love you just as much now if not more. And those I have made recently have kept me from going insane.
I'm thankful I am surrounded by people with musical talent because watching and hearing them play and perform keep me on an even keel even when I feel like I'm taking on water.
I'm thankful for Basset Hound puppies that remind me how much I loved my childhood, at least until my brother came along, it went downhill from there :)
I'm thankful that I've learned to somewhat control my M.S. and haven't had many bad days this year and I'm thankful for 4 years of remission from thyroid cancer. I know too many who didn't make it through this year. I always wonder why I am still here when others who were so much better people than me aren't. But that's a blog for another day, when I have a box of kleenex handy.
And I'm thankful no one turned on the bull! Yee haw y'all!
Quite an intense, weird, unsettling, odd feeling, taking down all the
photos and moving out of Kindar House at *The Crichton*, now that *Spring
Fling* is...


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