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And Exit Stage Left

I'm out. No chance for me to win anything in the NaBloPoMo. I missed yesterday because I was shopping for Turkey Day and then worked til midnight. Oh well. I'll still write everyday because I'm liking it. I've got several ideas and some posts started.

Today (and everyday really) I am thankful for my family, that they are all in good health and happy (for the most part). I'm thankful for a great husband who listens to me whine about my back pain, my job and Reese and Ryan divorcing. I couldn't have asked for a better person to spend the rest of my life with.

I'm thankful that I have two beautiful, energetic, happy and crazy children. The joy they have brought to my life is not describable in words. I cherish them so much and find myself crying sometimes at just how lucky I am to be their mom.

I'm thankful for my in-laws. All of them. Really. I know people will think I'm crazy but I really do feel grateful and happy to have them in my life. My mother in law is one of the most patient people I know. I cannot say enough nice things about her. My father in law is like me in so many ways and that's scary to have us living together. We make do and actually laugh so much together. We have our little jokes that no one else gets and I really like that. My sister in law and her husband make me feel young again. I wish that we could spend more time together than we do now. My brother in law has always been someone that I can go to if I need a different look at things. He and I have always been able to talk about almost anything and I treasure that. With his band and my work, we rarely see each other but when we do, it's always a good time.

I should probably sum things up here or it's going to be a 10 page post (however, if it will help me gain back the two days I've missed, I'll do it, just let me know). I'm so thankful for my friends who mean more to me than I could ever say to them. Thank you Georgia, Donna, Lindsey, Amanda B., all my girls (and guys) at work. Thank you for your insights, thoughts, opinions, laughter, fun and most of all, for being my friend. I would not be the good person that I am today without all of you.

What's that? Oh, the pie is calling me. Have a great Gobble Gobble day!


Les Becker said…
Hapy Thanksgiving, Trish! Here in Canuckia, it's just another Day in the Life, but we're thankful to have you, too. Your Peanut and Monkey Boy stories have "made" so many of my days in the past year...
Buffy said…
I feel awful for talking about pie on thanksgiving...instead of what I'm grateful for.

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