Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thanksgiving Thanks....

What I’m Thankful For

I’m thankful that I have to actually worry because I get too much to eat.

I’m thankful that I have heat and electricity (especially in light of Connecticut’s recent outage)

I’m thankful that my friends are healthy.  (Yes, even YOU Steven.  He said that you’re doing BETTER than expected, not AS WELL as can be expected).
Read : and you’ll understand. 

I’m happy that I’ve lived long enough to say, “---BECAUSE I SAID SO!” to my children. 
By the way, I swore I never would say that. 

I’m thankful that I now understand the “Mother’s Curse” (I hope you have a child who is JUST LIKE YOU!). 
I’m happy that I lived long enough to learn it.  And to say to my Mother, “I’m sorry because I was a royal PIA as a kid”. 

I am thankful that my children are quirky and funny and smart. 
When Tom was five, he was sitting on the toilet and I was getting dressed.  I swear this is not edited.
“Mom, You know how I’m a ‘science kind of guy?’”(He was FIVE!!!)
Me, “yes”
“Well, I’m not sure if I can believe in God.”
“Why not?”
“Well, there’s no proof.  I believe in Santa because there’s PROOF,  but there’s no proof that God exists.”
(I had to run into my bedroom to keep him from seeing me crack up laughing). 

I’m thankful that my husband is the kindest, most thoughtful guy I’ve ever met.  He does housework, cooks, cleans, and is a fabulous father to our kids.  I cannot and never will complain about him to my friends.  I’m so lucky it’s ridiculous.  That said, He needs a haircut.

I’m thankful that my cat, Fuzzbutt, has lived to the ripe old age of 20.  When I say ripe, I mean it.  Old cats don’t groom themselves very well.

I’m thankful that I have a hobby.  Life would be so boring without some obsession to distract me.  Quilting is a great hobby because you leave behind a piece of you for others to keep themselves warm  after you’re dead and buried!  People will remember me and say stuff like, “Oh, there’s the quilt that Michele made for us.  Too bad she’s dead.” 

Mostly, I’m glad to have two days alone.  No one to cook for, no one to clean up after.  No one to put to bed.  No one else’s laundry to do.  I don’t have to say, “Hey, I’m in here!” while I’m showering.  (13 year old boys love to barge in and pee while you’re showering.  What is that anyway?)

Happy Thanksgiving!


  1. I'm pretty sure he said "You'd BETTER be dead in six months, I have money riding on this." WHo know what doctors say, anwyay, they always talk in Jargon just to be remain Ambiguous.
    and I am grateful to have friends like Dr Diva! Happy Thanksgiving!

  2. I'm guessing you heard about a third of what he said and then misinterpreted it. When I ask my patients to repeat back what I just told them so I know they understand it, I'm often surprised that I've told them they have a fatal disease that will kill them in 3 days, when I was SURE I told them to take one pill three times a day.

  3. I like the the Off-Track-Betting idea on patients' lives. Hmmmm... could be money made on that idea. I think someone needs a hearing aid and someone needs to kick 13 year olds out of the bathroom. You have called me a prude once, I guess I need it said again.

    I need to thank both of you in ways that need to be left unsaid.

  4. Hearing aides just make the misinterpretation louder. Thirteen year old boys do need to be kicked out but it's hard when you're in the shower....

  5. I remember crashing on your couch when fuzzbutt was a kitten. As I was drifting off to sleep you warned me "oh by the way, fuzzbutt will attack your feet while you sleep, but only if you move them! Can't believe he's 20.

    Congrats on the weight loss. I'm enjoying the blog.