That’s how I always feel about Thanksgiving. It’s here. It’s gone. I’m no longer as thankful as should be, not that I ever think anyone is ever near being thankful enough, especially yours truly. It was nice to go over to Cousin Laurie and Harold’s and have dinner there, particularly since their 3 1/2 year old son, Rowan, kept insisting I kiss him throughout the evening. I’d kiss him on the forehead, and then he’d yell, “Oh, gross!”, or, my personal favorite, “Next time, have some lipstick or lip gloss on.” And then a few minutes later, he’d be begging me to do it again. So, I finally asked him why I should kiss him. His answers:
1. I love you.
2. I want to go on a rocket ship with you.
3. I want to go on a boat with you.
After some help from his Mom, he told me I was beautiful. I don’t know the last time I’ve heard that from somebody. Let alone a male. Harold kept thanking me for putting up Rowan, and I just replied, “Hey, it’s the most male affection I’ve had. It’s no big deal.” He laughed. I laughed. It was pathetic. Oh, well.
Today was spent finally being able to put some songs on my I-Pod. Actually, my RCA Lyra, but who really cares? It dislikes some of my CDs, but, oh well. That’s par for the course with me. And then we had more family over for supper, watched the Yankees get beat (woo hoo!) and played Trivial Pursuit. Did you know Japan was the first place where you could watch high definition TV? I didn’t. But I guessed. And I was correct. 🙂
And so ends another Thanksgiving. Am I thankful? Yes. Thankful that I’ve finally come to peace with my being in Vancouver. That my Dad finally has a full-time job again after 3 years of being in and out of work. That my family is still intact and loves me more than anything. That I’ve finally decided to go back to university and get my education degree. That I’ve finally realized that I need to go another direction in my life and am doing something about it. That I finally feel like me again; most of the time. Ah, how sweet life is – when you choose to look at the good…
Here’s a joke from Jolee that made my laugh out loud:
Thought for the Day: I understand that scissors can beat paper, and I get how rock can beat scissors, but there’s no freaking way paper can beat rock. Paper is supposed to magically “wrap around” rock, rendering it immobile? Why the heck can’t paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can’t paper do this to people? Why aren’t sheets of notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I’ll tell You why – BECAUSE PAPER CAN’T BEAT ANYBODY! A rock would tear it up in 2 seconds. When I play rock/paper/scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper, I punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, “Oh crap, I’m sorry. I thought that paper would protect you.”