Well, I’ve complete 24 posts in my 30 Days of Thankful. They weren’t daily posts, like I had wanted to do when I first started this project, but I think 24 posts and counting where I discuss what I’m thankful for, is still pretty amazing. Especially when I think back to why I started this exercise, to avoid a mental breakdown and get out of some bad thinking habits. And that has been a huge success.
I still have my down days. I still have days where my bed is easier to deal with than the to-do list sitting, mocking me, on my dining room table. But I have begun a good process of thinking about what the day brought for which I am thankful, even if I didn’t always write it down here on my blog. And that, is a good thing, and a worthwhile thing, even if I beat myself up everyday that I didn’t write it down on the blog, and then I have to start all over my good thinking process.
Counting this post I have six things to write about that I’m thankful for, and I’ve been meaning to write up about each of my siblings, my friends, and my fiance. I have four more siblings to write about so that takes me to the end of my 30 days and then I’ll go back to reviewing books and movies and posting odd things I’ve found on the internet.
Today I’m thankful for my sister Melissa. Melissa is quirky, complicated, an she always tries to do more than she should. She gives to the people around her, she takes care of everyone in her life, even to the point where she burns out. She reminds me to keep on going, because helping people is what brings joy.
Melissa makes me laugh. She can beat me at Dutch Blitz, which is not easy to do, and she loves to make home made eggrolls, which I love to eat. (Occasionally, I’ll help make them too. Darn things take forever to make! Soooo, worth it.) She’s the big ideas man, and I’m the do the details man, and we make a great team. Each of us has our strengths and we appreciate the other person’s part on the team.
One of my favorite memories, and which shows the typical way in which we work together, Melissa decided to deep clean the kitchen when we were teenagers. She comes up with random things like that. When she pulled the stove away from the wall to get behind it, she noticed that the floor under the stove was a completely different color from the floor that was getting used. In fact, she turned to me and said, “It looks like somebody peed all over the floor.” And indeed it did. This was due to the fact that the previous renters had been smokers. So, yay, nicotine stains.
So she decided to take up the entire floor. You know that scene in friends, where Joey points out to Monica that the floor is discolored, and goes to take up a part of it, and discovers that it is all glued down tile? Yah, that is exactly what happened next. The tile was all glued down. Well, except the few pieces Melissa had pulled up.
Then, without finish the first project, Melissa got another idea. She would redo the entire kitchen in 48 hours. Which meant of course that she had to go to Lowes and I got to be the person left behind who spent hours on her hands and knees finishing removing the tile from the floor.
In the end it was worth it. We repainted the cabinets, wall papered the top half, painted the fake wood panels, put in a chair trim, and in 48 hours transformed out kitchen. It was pretty amazing. That’s the wonderful thing about Melissa, she has amazing ideas, and when executed, despite my grumbling, I’m always very happy with the finished product and thankful Melissa is my sister.
Today I’m thankful for my family. I’m especially thankful for my fiance who I liken to a viking. He’s tall, fair, and conquers everything he sets out to undertake. Of course he doesn’t go around killing people, or any of the bad viking stuff, like pillaging. Unless you count my pantry.
I hope everyone is having a great day. I know not all of my readers celebrate Thanksgiving, but I still hope you all are having a great day. I’ve had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day. Watching TV, cooking food, eating food, eating more food, and taking a family picture.
The only thing marring today’s happiness is the knowledge that I have to be at work tomorrow at 8 a.m. and fold the sweater table five times an hour. I just keep telling myself, It Will Be Ok. It Will Be Ok. But I worked Borders on Black Friday and the horrors have haunted me since. . . .
Happy Let’s All Be Thankful, Eat Too Much, and Then Go Out and Cause Retail Workers to Have Nervous Break Downs Day!
I Love Doctor Who. I think the show is clever, engaging, and brings together a wide range of audience. The Doctor reminds us of the adventure, the wonder, the joy of meeting human simply because he isn’t.
People disagree on their favorite Doctor, but mine will always be Matt Smith. I think he is wonder and joy personified as the Doctor. He has made me smile in dark times, I will be forever thankful to him.
Watch the trailer below to see shoots from the 50th anniversary. Just remember, “Spoilers!”
Last night was the first night in our first home in our first bed. Should have slept like babies. But someone was fighting zombies in their sleep and the teeth grinding woke me up in the middle of the night. After some gentle nudging I lay in bed thinking of all the things I needed to do the next day to get our new home in ship shape order.
Our new home.
Our new home.
I smile to myself.
It’s a wonderful feeling after a long journey to be in my new home. I’m thankful for new homes.
PS As soon as things are a little less of a wreck I’ll be posting pictures.
When I lived in Chicago, I was often working two or three jobs at a time. I’ve done this all my life. It’s about impossible to live on one income anymore. I went to law school to alleviate that problem, but that just placed me in a whole lot of debt, kicked me out when the economy tanked, and for the past five years I’ve been barely making above minimum wage, told I should be grateful, and eeking out a living by never being home.
I’m still waiting for that gravy train to show, but one thing I’m thankful for is the job that I do have. I work for a clothing company, and you would think that it would be full of materialistic whiny people, and there are days when that happens, but I’ve found that BY FAR the customers are much nicer, more polite, and less materialistic than the customers that showed up at the book store I worked that went out of business. And for some reason, the clothing store people can read a lot better than the book store people. Go figure.
I’m also thankful, that over the years and the many jobs, I’ve worked with some really awesome people. People who became friends and remain friends. People who care about me as a person and not just a worker. Management who wants my well being for myself and not just to make them money. I feel blessed that, even though I’m not where I want to be career wise, I’m right where I want to be people wise.
Yesterday as the sun still shone in the west, right before it was about to set, and dinner was still a decision and not in the making, I headed to the nearby park with my fiance, my sister, my brother-in-law married to my other sister, and all of my nieces.
We spent time playing sailors and sharks until the three year old’s imagination became too vivid and she was nearly crying that she didn’t wan’t to play that game anymore. The other two were shrieking in laughter as my sister “chomped” at their feet with her hands.
Then we all took turns showing off our gymnastic stunts. To the surprise of my brother-in-law my sister and I could still do cartwheels and rounds offs and I even worked on my back walk over and front handspring, the soft muddy grass giving some and working as the perfect gymnastics mat. I explained that muscle memory is the only way I’m able to still “perform” such acts, that getting kids into dance class or gymnastics is really a great thing because then they can do party tricks years later and impress random people at house warming parties.
My fiance tried a cartwheel for the first time, based on his observations of my sister and I. Somehow he put a front handspring, round off, and cartwheel together and I was afraid he would hurt himself, but there is no way I’m spotting a 6’3″ man as he’s running around flinging himself at the ground with his sneakers still on. (Thankfully, he managed to land somewhat on his feet.) The next morning my sister woke up complaining that she was too old for such stunts and had twisted her knee. I’m allowed to deign from feeling pity for her because I’m 18 months older, I did more tricks than she, and I’m not even a bit sore today.
Yoga people. Gymnastics when you are young. Party tricks in your twenties. And then yoga.
But by far my favorite thing we did yesterday at the park was swinging. I sat there watching my feet touch the clouds and I remembered how my aunt taught me how to swing when I was about three years old. We were at the old park near my grandmother’s house in her one stop light village (it didn’t even rate as a town) where the teeter totters were made of wood and painted green. The same green as everyone’s trim on that street and I always just assumed it was left over from when the neighborhood paint person went down the street with a paint brush and unified the block. My aunt has colon cancer now, stage four, so my thoughts of her are bitter sweet, because she can’t swing anymore. I sat there swinging for her, just a little bit longer.
I’m thankful for the indomitable spirit of my sister Megan. My move to Texas would not have been possible without her. She has housed me, fed me, and most importantly made me laugh when I wanted to cry. She has been the voice of reason, the voice of maniacal laughter, and the voice of insanity.
Megan has called dozens of apartment people pretending to be me and asking questions I didn’t know to ask. She amazes me with her ability to be a full time mother while going back to school and working 30 hours a week. Some times I look at her and I’m exhausted by all she’s done and she’s just standing there smirking because of the temporary tattoo of a mustache on her finger that she holds up to her lip while saying, “Hmmm?”