Thanksgiving Round-Up

By the time I left work on Wednesday I was in the shittiest of shitty moods. I was cold, I was upset because our office was D-E-A-D dead yet we all just sat around here praying the the deity of our choice that the boss would let us leave (and he did, but only 30 minutes early), I was tired but I still had pies to make for the next day, and I just wanted to go home. When I finally made my way home I got to the door and saw a green box propped up against the door. I recognized the box instantly and knew what was inside. What I didn't know was who it was from.

I walked in the door and was immediately greeted with a smiling face and happy puppies that were glad to see me finally get home. I could not wait to see what was in this box though. Thomas looked at the box and at me and I told him that I had gotten flowers but had no idea who they were from.

I ripped open the box and saw the card. The card congratulating me on my divorce and getting rid of "180lbs of DEAD WEIGHT". I LOL'd and I even teared up because two women that I love so dearly remembered that my waiting period for the divorce is up and everything will be final next week. These women who have hugged me and made me laugh and have been an inspiration to me, they remembered and I was once again reminded how lucky I am to have people like them in my life. My Superwomen - God, how I love you guys.



Look! Divorce flowers! Squeeeeeeeeeee! They haven't bloomed yet but you bet your ass I'm gonna post them when they do.

The flowers would've been enough to make me happy for the rest of the evening but Thomas had thought of me during the day and picked me up a bottle of my favorite adult beverage:



YAY BEER! And even more yay for expensive and yummy surprise beer! Oh yes, I did drink the entire thing that night. BY MY SELF.

Obviously the rest of my evening was just peachy keen. You cannot receive congratulatory divorce flowers and a big ol' bottle of beer and still be in a pissy mood.

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I wasn't really nervous about meeting Thomas' family. I am who I am, although I wanted them to like me, but if they didn't like me then there wouldn't be a damn thing I could do about it. All I could be is myself. I spent many many years being related to people by marriage who didn't really care for me all that much. Even though I would pretend to be someone else in their presence it was never good enough. I trudged through many holidays with a fake smile plastered to my face but on the inside I was dying to get out of their house so I could be me again. I wasn't going to go through that again. Like me for me or don't, it's up to you.

Within 10 minutes of being around Thomas' family I felt comfortable. I was included in conversations, I was asked questions, and I treated with respect and kindness. I was myself and they liked me.

Time seemed to fly while I was there. We had dinner and played games and laughed our asses off. Then I realized why I was so very comfortable around them all. Not only are they good people, salt-of-the-earth with zero snob-factor, but they all reminded me of my own family. They were loud, they were funny, they were crazy, and they were no-holds-barred. Being around them was like being home again and I was totally at ease. We left for home late in the evening and I was actually disappointed that we had to leave because I had to work the next day. I can only imagine what other fun we could've had just sitting around and throwing back a couple more beers. Luckily there seems to be a small trip planned for this coming up weekend with the family. A road trip across the border to gamble can only result in more stories to tell.

After getting in bed last night Thomas and I both agreed that, all cheesiness aside, we have so much to be thankful for this year.