Ok, I might be exaggerating a bit on what the actual day of thanks it is, but I’m not going to lie that I struggled to come up with anything to write about today.

See, I have had an “off” week. Mojo broken. Walking around in a decongestant haze. Eating foods that have pretty much slowly been abusing my stomach. Whine, whine, whine, bitch bitch bitch.


I almost blew tonight off. In fact, I had turned off the computer, was about to start reading some new trash book that I found in a bag of books I’ve yet to read, when I heard the reminder ding go off on my phone. The reminder actually reads “don’t be a lazy schmuck- get off your ass and blog.”

Yeah. I am sweet to myself that way. I ooze self love.

Back to thanks.

What to be thankful for, what to be thankful for?

I would say I give thanks for wine, but I am allergic to red and white has been giving me heart burn. So, that might be out. IOR, I could give thanks to vodka. Yeah, that’s the ticket. I’m going to give thanks to the finest alcohol in all of the land. It makes me Wonderwoman. Or Super Girl. Or something. Vodka makes me loosen up. Yeah, because I’m such a tight ass. ANYWAYS…I am just a girl who is in love with a bottle of Titos or Goose. I’m easy that way.

Next… what next?

I am thankful for a colleague that keeps introducing me to every possible job lead he can find me. Truthfully, he is the reason I’ve had as many conversations as I’ve had. I am thankful for him. I give thanks to my former partner in crime, who is left to deal with the crazy. I think we are both slightly envious of each others situation these days.


I really do give thanks for Vodka. Back in the days when dinosaurs roamed the earth, and I used to go out, vodka was my miracle drink. Many a story has started with the sound of the ice hitting the glass and the clear goodness being poured over. Flipside, I can think of many stupid situations I got into with a bottle of vodka.. I’m losing my point here. Thanks be to Vodka.

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Babies. I give thanks for babies. Babies are delicious and good and lack the ability to be buttheads (until they are toddlers, then all bets are off.) I think my biggest bummer in life is that i never managed to get a few babies of my own, but man, am I thankful for all of my friends that let me love on their kiddos.


Babies and vodka. Incredibly odd combination, but at the core, it’s an honest appreciation of both things.

Ok friends, this barren spinster is signing off for the night and will attack tomorrow with with a clearer set of eyes and maybe a less snarky heart.