Being thankful.

Thanksgiving.

“Got no checkbooks, got no banks.  Still I’d like to express my thanks–I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night.” ~Irving Berlin

Here’s a bit of tongue-in-cheek gratitude to prove (to myself, maybe) that I still have a sense of humor.  I think it’s Marie Osmond who’s credited with saying, “If you know you’re going to laugh about it later, you might as well laugh about it now.” I’ve tried to remember that as I’ve worked my way toward liking my single status.  I have learned that I can find humor in almost anything if I try hard enough.  Here goes:

• I’m grateful for my saggy boobs.  In this age of the breast-cancer scourge, I feel lucky to have the old girls.  So I just buy a good bra and hike’em up.
• I love that my hair has totally lost its pigment.  It goes well with my wrinkles.  And my boobs.
• I am glad another woman stole my husband.  Living alone ain’t so bad.  And I have the pleasure of trying to figure out which of them is the bigger loser.
• I’m grateful for my “uniform” which consists of jeans and a “Life is Good” tee-shirt.  It’s better than wearing a shirt that says “Life Sucks” even when it does.
• I’m glad we have politicians.  I can see them on TV and shout, “Dumb ass!” and no one’s feelings get hurt.
• I dearly love Helen Philpot of Margaret and Helen blog fame.  While I’m trying to be politically correct (well, sometimes), she’s just spitting out exactly what I’m thinking for the whole world to see.
• I’m grateful for my three sisters, even the one who isn’t speaking to me at the moment.  Silence is golden???????  Love you, B.
• I’m grateful for rap music (now there’s an oxymoron).  I’m a huge lover of all types of music and rap gives me a genre to hate.  Hey!  It’s better than hating a person.  I try not to do that.
• I’m happy to have those moments of feeling better after hours of nausea and then finally throwing up.  What a relief.
• I’m grateful for my bum ankle.  I can fake a limp and avoid doing things I don’t want to do.  Would I do that?
• I love my Nook Reader.  I can add 1500 books to my collection without buying another bookshelf.  Think of the trees I’m saving.
• I’m glad I have a MacBook.  It keeps me humble.  Something/Someone has to.
• Last (and there’s nothing funny about this one), I am grateful for family and friends and my new blog acquaintances.  Thanks for “listening” and supporting and encouraging.  And I hope your Thanksgiving is all you would have it be, even if your circumstances are not ideal.

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