On Being Thankful

Sheesh!! That camel toe business was fun.

Look at this picture Shawn (Chasing Immortality One Mile at a Time) sent me all the way from Canada. Those Canadians are thinking, what the hell is a sewer, eh?.

Where’s your sticker? Send me a picture and I’ll post it.

You guys really came through! Thanks for all of the great song suggestions. You might want to buy stock in iTunes because I’m going to be spending a small fortune over there.

Gratitude. Giving. Being Thankful.

Okay. I’m crude. Offensive even. But, I do have a heart and I feel things very deeply. So much so that I tear up several times a day as I realize the gifts I’ve been given. And I don’t mean the gift of pooping. I’m on the rag today, so this post might be kind of emotional. I’ll try to throw in a f-bomb or erection reference every now and again to keep it balanced.

(queef)

Not a day goes by when I don’t count my blessings. I have never before in my life had so much to lose. And, so much to cherish.

These guys. My body might have held them for nine months, but they are very much their own people. Watching them become more of who they are is an honor:

Ken who is always there. Who will always be there. My rock. The love of my life.

Hood to Coast Relay 2009:

My parents. My dad – funny (if you think I’m funny, you should meet me dad), caring, thoughtful. My mom – loving, considerate, strong. We’ve had some scares with my dad – heart attacks, lung disease. But, he’s still here and healthy and I don’t take that for granted.

My girlfriends (you know who you are). My brother and his family. My in laws. My sister in law and her family. My aunts and uncles. My grandfather. My dog. My neighbors. You all.

(dildo)

I am almost 44 years old and I have never had a devastating loss in my life (Dogs, yes. People, no). I know it is coming. I am terrified of the grief. I am terrified of the unknown.

I can’t live in a place of fear about the future. So, I live in a place of gratitude about the present.

(nipple)

Sunrises. Hot coffee. Views of the Rockies from my window. A good book, a warm blanket and  a cup of tea in the afternoon. Spell check.  Christmas music. Scented candles. Hot baths. Advent calendars with chocolate. Compliments. Crock pots. Kindness of strangers. Running (not in the water). Potty talk. Things to look forward to. Falling snow. Flash mobs. Grandma Ball’s stuffing.

You value what you notice. I try to notice the little stuff every day.

(penis)

Thanksgiving reminds us to give thanks. It is a reminder of something we should do all day every day.

What are you grateful for today?

My heart swells,

SUAR

And, if you haven’t watched this bit of holiday spirit, you should. This is all about unity and togetherness.  Reminding us we are much more alike than different. (My wish for myself is to one day be part of a flash mob. We should do a blogger one in Boston. I’m not kidding. Who’s in?):