Showing posts with label thanks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thanks. Show all posts

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanks Giving


Last year, I made a list of the things I was thankful for, and posted it on Facebook.  I added to it daily, and enjoyed coming up with things I was thankful for. It’s fun to look back, and remember what I wrote. I also enjoyed the writing of it itself. I have always enjoyed writing---lately, I have found that writing, even though it takes time and effort, along with my hand function on some days, has been very therapeutic for me. It has given a voice to my aches and pains, woes, frustration with my body that has given up on me in so many ways.
This year, I am doing a Top 10 list. Here they are, in no particular order.
Top Ten Things I Am Thankful For
10.          My job.  I own my own business, and it is running well enough for me to put only 5-15 hours each week into it. The lovely ladies I have working there make that possible.  Otherwise, I would be fighting the Disability office, just to get what I need to provide for my family.
9.            My husband.  He believes me.  He believes IN me. He is the yin to my yang, the salt to my pepper, the peanut butter to my chocolate. I can talk for hours about all his wonderful qualities, but it would wear me out, and then he would take over. As usual.
8.            My kids.  They are so fantastic, even when I want to choke them to death. They are goofy, silly, full of laughter.
7.            Being diagnosed NOW, rather than decades ago.  There are still doctors that don’t believe in Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.  I still have people question me, I’m sure some of them don’t believe all my complaints. I would gladly trade with them for a day---but I am so thankful the ones that count believe me!
6.            All the wonderful foods that are available for those that should not have gluten and/or dairy.  Every few months, I get reminded why I can’t eat them.  I am especially thankful for the So Delicious brand, they make amazing creamers and “ice creams”.  Oh, and LaraBars.
5.            All the great resources out there, connecting me to people that truly understand my health issues.  I have found great people on Facebook and through blogging, and they help me stay sane.
4.            Humor.  If it wasn’t for laughing, I would be spending way more time crying!  The Bloggess, Flourish in Progress, my Girl Scout Pal Jen, The Oatmeal, the guy from Don’t Even Reply, Passive Aggressive Notes, Regretsy, Failbook.  All these wonderful things/people have kept me from throwing myself off a cliff, sometimes at their own expense.
3.            My family. I have an amazing group of people. My parents and awesome beyond belief-they come over and bring the trash to the curb when I am away, they return things from stores when I can’t stomach it. My husband’s family is fab, too, and there’s tons of them, which makes it that much greater because the statistics of them all being tolerable is astronomically against me. Then, ya gotta add all my friends, who are as good as family. One, because they sometimes drive me to drink, and two, because they love me despite my obvious character flaws.
2.            My husband. Yes, I know he was already #9. But damn, if you had to be married to me, you would want double-credit, too. Trust me. And, he thinks HE got the good end of the deal!
1.            Lastly, I am thankful that my health issues are mine, and not my husband’s or my kids’. I could not bear to know they were going through all this. They make going through it worthwhile, by being who they are, for loving me, for being just who they are.

Don’t fret. I will be back soon with more bitchy funny banter. I was nearly killed at an amusement park the other day, so there’s that. And, I have VERY strong feelings about individual salt packets, all of which I will share with you, soon.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Rights to Suck

Today on 11/11/11, we are off.  We don't have school or work.  Linens are 40% off, and Applebee's, Golden Corral and Chili's are all giving away fried, smothered and dipped food items to the brave men and women that have fought so diligently to protect the United States.

What does that really mean?  Well, we have a world full of service people-people that serve in a branch of the military.  Some men and women may have chosen the military over other work, going to college, or some other choice in life. I don't know all the reasons people join military service.  As a mom, I would be very conflicted if one of my children chose to serve-I know that when my mother in law had children deployed (3 of them at one time, if I recall) she had CNN on all the time. I don't think I could handle the stress of knowing that my child is in constant danger.  I know all kinds of things can kill my children-car accidents, disease, really I can't even go there or I will retreat to the fetal position for weeks, so I will stop my imagination. However, something about losing a child to service seems that much more devastating.

What are they fighting for?  For one thing, they are fighting to keep America free.  They fight for people to have the right to protest. They fight for people to be able to choose to have weapons in their possession. They fight for people to terminate pregnancies, build massive corporations that put small businesses out of business, they fight for people like me to rant and rave in a public forum, griping about people that make me crazy whether they are lousy drivers, crazy parents, people that drive me to want to inflict bodily harm if only because the person is morbidly obese and chose to leave the house in stretch pants, inadvertently depicted what a sack full of crazed ferrets would look like.

To honor those people, I got to take a day off with my Princess and go see the latest inane animated full-screen adventure.  Yes, I gobbled myself into a oily popcorn coma.  Yes, I scarfed some Swedish Fish.  Yes, I laughed like the movie was funny, and thought again about what an experience it is to watch a movie in a theatre full of children.

But I also thought about all the hard work that goes into allowing me to have these freedoms.  I knew that I could come home to a nice warm home, eat til my belly was full, sleep in a safe bed, free from harm.

Yes, 9/11 burst our safety bubble a bit.  But I love my country, I love my freedoms, and I love that stupid people can do stupid things, with the only consequence a Darwin Award.

Thank you, Service Men and Women.  This rant is for you!