Things I am thankful for this year:
Jason Alexander’s television show was canceled.
Buffy is now on FX five days a week!
My family is healthy and strong.
I have a wonderful loving husband, a decent home (getting better every year), a job where I can surf the internet freely, and two loving albeit annoying cats.
I got new shoelaces for my Doc Martens from Bfee.
I am finally to the point in my life where “making ends meet” is no longer a struggle and I can finally afford my student loan payment.
Spike and Buffy…. that’s all I’m going to say.
I live in a country where I am not impinged upon terribly much for my gender, in that I can work, vote, read, travel freely, drive a car, own property, have a credit card, get my nails done, wear a cleavage-baring shirt, dye my hair blue, or any other of the things I might want to do.
I got to see Rent this year.
I got that chunk of wood taken out of my butt.
I saw dolphins in the Gulf.
None of my friends or family perished in terrorist attacks or plane crashes.
My mother in law just called me to tell me that they’re showing reruns of Buffy on FX… while I already knew that, it’s nice to have a great set of in-laws who are so thoughtful and wonderful that she would make the effort to do that.
I have a super group of friends who I adore immensely and who sometimes go out to karaoke with me, even though it’s probably painful for them.
My friend Markus made me loaves of bread to bring to Thanksgiving dinner with my family…. that’s so sweet.
Carson Daly is soon reaching the age when he will no longer be hip enough to host TRL.
UncleBob told me about AudioGalaxy which makes me giddy the way that Napster used to.
I haven’t eaten Spam in over 20 years.
The fact that I can hear, see, sing, talk, walk, touch, taste, scrapbook, drive, swim, surf the internet, and shop without impingement.
My little brother got braces for his teeth… something that has been bothering him since he was five years old.
I do not live with Mariah Carey, nor must I ever see her face to face in any of my daily routine.
No animals were hurt in the creation nor the development of this diary.
Someday, Michael Jackson’s face will implode and then he will be no more.
Martha Stewart is not my mother nor my mother-in-law.
I live in a town which is small enough to be relatively crime and pollution free, where strangers still say “How are you doing?” and chase you down the road if you’ve forgotten something on the roof of your car, but large enough that we have a Barnes & Noble and high speed internet access.
I have this crazy web page with an incredibly new layout (Thanks to Dead Dog Dorris) and fabulous people who write things in my guestbook and message board.
Hope you all have a fabulous Thanksgiving. Don’t eat until you get sick.
And if you’re elsewhere in the world, have a great Thursday. That “Don’t eat” advice applies to you too, though.
