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The ABCs of Thanksgiving

With Thanksgiving being tomorrow, it’s important to give thanks (especially to the cook).

I know it’s easy to focus on all of that tasty food and forget about being thankful. That’s why I’m giving thanks now, so later I can give that huge plate of mashed potatoes and gravy my full attention.

Remember Randy from A Christmas Story? That’ll be me. Except there will be gravy. Lots and lots of gravy.

Here’s a list of things I am thankful for—ABC style:

  • Apple pie with ice cream
  • Blueberry muffins
  • Chocolate
  • Doughnuts
  • Esme (And Isabel and Teva)
  • Family and friends
  • Grandparents (As more of my friends’ grandparents pass away, I’m exceedingly grateful that all of mine are still alive and well.)
  • Home (I love my new place with Blarney, but I love that my parents’ home is always open to me.)
  • Ice cream
  • Job (that I have one)
  • Kiefer and the boys
  • Love
  • Mashed potatoes and gravy
  • Naps
  • Oranges (Real ones, not chocolate ones.)
  • Pop-Tarts (I know you saw this one coming.)
  • Quotes
  • Roommate (Blarney rocks!)
  • Shopping
  • Twinkies
  • Uranus (That planet always makes me giggle.)
  • Velveteen rabbits (Awww….)
  • Winter
  • Xanadu (Putting “xylophones”—the only X word I know—here just didn’t seem right.)
  • You (My blog readers are [to quote The Unabridged Girl] awesomesauce.)
  • Zombies

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Sometimes You Wanna Go Where Everybody Knows Your Name

I’ve introduced Kiefer Sutherland; I’ve introduced Boo and Radley; I’ve introduced some of the blogs I read (see left), but I haven’t introduced some of the friends I’ve been mentioning in my blog.

I don’t want newcomers to my blog to think, “This girl is crazy! She thinks she is dating Kiefer Sutherland, and all of her friends have weird names. If I read her blog, her insanity may rub off on me. Stay away!”

Hence a new Who’s Who page for explanations.

I’m truly grateful for these friends (and all of my other friends not mentioned and all of you bloggers who have sent encouraging emails and left great comments).



Pat yourself on the back. Pretend it’s me patting you on the back. Over the years these wonderful women have taken my panicked phone calls and emails, answered my many questions, helped me with anything I’ve asked of them, and most importantly, kept me laughing through all of it.

Ladies, you’re the best.

Together Yet Separate

Heart Crack #1

Last year Kiefer Sutherland had a bad Father’s Day. His ex didn’t take the boys shopping to get him a gift, and the boys behaved badly most of the day.

This year my misson was to ensure that Kiefer did not have a crappy Father’s Day.

So I emailed Boo and asked if he needed me to drive them to a surprise dinner or dessert location. Boo decided to surprise Kiefer with going out for smores on Saturday night. Father’s Day present completed!

Not quite. When Kiefer was in the restroom, Boo and Radley asked if I’d help make Father’s Day breakfast. How could I say “no” to such cuteness?

Only in the morning, I felt conflicted as I watched Kiefer eat his Father’s Day breakfast.

It was nice to celebrate with them.

But why then did I feel so…separate? I can participate in family celebrations, collaborate with Boo and Radley, take care of Radley when he is sick, and play the “Stepmom” role. Yet still I’m an arm’s length away. Live together? No. Move our relationship forward? Absolutely not.

Heart Crack #2

Kiefer, Boo, and Radley joined me for my family birthday dinner. My parents have met Boo and Radley before, but my grandparents never have.

The entire evening was wonderful. My grandmother thought Boo and Radley were the bee knees. And who wouldn’t? My grandmother even played ball with Radley for a few minutes.

The way she interacted with them brought a smile to my face, but it also made that tiny crack in my heart grow just a little deeper. Like my mom’s comment a few weeks ago, my family is ready for little ones. And you know what? I am, too.

My friend Starfish is very careful about the boyfriends that she introduces to her family. I’ve never really been that way, but now I’m beginning to think maybe I should be more selective.

How do you take a step back once you’ve taken a step forward?

The Gray Area: Love it or Hate it?

Warning: This may be too much thought for so early in the morning, so grab your coffee and a muffin before you start reading. I do promise to end on a light note.

A few  good friends (Blarney, Princess, Starfish, and Puddin’–who I’ll write more on later) have recently brought up the “gray area.” Most issues are not black or white. There’s almost always a gray area.

Some people say that the black and white regions are small, and the gray area is large, but I think maybe it’s the opposite. If the gray area is something that’s not clear cut or something you’re not sure about, shouldn’t it be small? If you truly know yourself, shouldn’t you have most things figured out?

I’ve learned a lot about myself over the last couple years. I know that there are things I can handle and things I can’t. But there are still things I’m confused about. For example, in just about every Jodi Picoult book that I read, there’s an issue that I have to think long and hard about what I would do if I was a character in her book. Usually I come to a conclusion, but  occasionally I don’t.

I’m always having conflicting feelings about the gray area.

  • Hate it: When issues are clear cut, it’s easier for to make decisions. For example, lying is wrong. If you lie to me, you’re gone.
  • Love it: The gray area sometimes is an exception. And there’s almost always an exception.
  • Hate it: Sometimes in emotional turmoil I want something to be an exception. And sometimes it is, usually it’s not. So sometimes the gray area creates false hope or lures me into a false sense of security.
  • Love it: The gray area makes me think about who I am and what it really is that I want.
  • Hate it: Thinking is hard.

So how do you know when you’re in the good or bad gray area? Is there a Magic 8 Ball for this?

Why can’t the gray area be more like this picture? Cute and cuddly.

(Thank you for the pic, icanhascheezburger.)