Thankful for my hairdresser, Christy Finchum. She goes above & beyond the call of duty. Like, she came to my wedding & did my mom’s hair because mom didn’t have time to go. While she was there, she fixed the flowergirls’ hair. She would have did all my bridesmaids too, if she’d known ahead of time. Then she came to the house the next day to repin any strays before my bridal portraits. Hair is important! And I wouldn’t do her job. I was in her chair today & this lady blew in with the announcement: “I have an emergency.” I swiveled my foil-covered head her direction, looking for blood, guts, & gore. She turned her head & there it was in the form of a bad dye job & straight cut. I admire hairdressers. They deal with hysterical women, & women on the verge of hysteria all day. While standing in one spot. And perhaps while children run rampant around the salon. (I was ready to kill one with my bare hands today. Usually its quiet there….but not today). But that’s ok. Wish she would come over every morning to style it 🙂 11-14-13 6:23pm…

Thankful for antibacterial soap & cell phones. Both have saved me multiple times. The most notable was at Walters State…I had to palpate a cow. If you don’t know what that means, look it up. I thought I was gonna be a veterinarian until that moment. Yes, I was wearing a glove but you don’t feel very sanitary after performing that little act, so I squirted a sizable dollop of Bath & Body Works finest onto my palms & some of the guys thought it was just sooooo hilarious & were gettin me down the road~as always~about not being a real cowgirl because I couldn’t take a little poop (I was in up to my SHOULDER). My momma just so happened to call in the midst of all the ribbing. Cell phones were a novel thing back in ’97 so I got picked on for my phone ringing in a dairy barn, too. Meanwhile, mom is threatening to drive to Jefferson County to kick some cowboy @$$. And she would have, too. Good times. But I wouldn’t trade those days for all the apple butter in Georgia. Ain’t that right, John Larrance & Jena Miller? 11-13-13 8:31pm…

Thankful for our little cozy house. It is just right for the two of us & our furry 4-legged children. It’s not new (by a long shot) but I know it is well built & sturdy. I’ve rode out many a storm in the basement. If it was much bigger, I wouldn’t be able to keep it clean, anyway. Thankful for a place to call home…

Of course I’m gonna be thankful for our veterans today. And of course I’m gonna have a story to go with it. There was this crotchety old grumpy man that shopped at the store for as long as I can remember. Nothing special to set him apart, other than his strong Northern accent…which I will admit, made me dislike him even more. As the years passed, instead of getting grouchier like most people do, he began to become warmer towards us, occasionally cracking a smile or tell us to have a nice day. Then he started bringing us cakes & sweets from the Food Lion across the street. A major transformation from such an irritable old man. A few months after my wedding, I realized I hadn’t seen him in awhile. I asked a coworker that I knew would remember him, & he told me he had passed away back in the spring. I was astounded, & disappointed in myself that it had taken me so long to miss him. I went to the computer & pulled up his obituary. As I read it, I was overwhemed by what a fulfilling life he had lived. I hope that mine will be half as honorable: …”he served in the U.S. Navy during WWII fighting U-boats from a blimp…he worked for International Harvester as a tool & die maker…he worked for the Catholic Diocese of Joliet…

Today I’m thankful for a sense of humor. Mine AND everybody else’s. I laugh at the dumbest stuff. I love corny jokes. I enjoy looking at pictures of cat antics & videos of dogs. I crack up at the most inappropriate times. It makes the days go by faster. And I’m proud of my laugh lines-the same ones that my Clinique girl struggles to understand why I don’t care about smoothing. Laughter IS contagious. I will leave you with a few illustrations: Me, behind the counter at work, to customer walking in: “Hello.”~with a WINNING smile, of course. “Grass seed?” “Curtains?” “Grass seed?” “Pineapples?” At this point, they generally smile like I’m either a volunteer who escaped from the mental ward, catch onto my joke & laugh & say hello like a normal conversation, or frown & explain that they’re looking for grass seed (or the bathroom, usually). Its a lot of fun. Yesterday, Lisa was over here visiting & she took one of those dreaded “selfies” of us. In our defense, Johnny was entertaining the munchkins outside. Lisa: “You’ll hafta tag yourself, I can’t tag on my phone.” Me: “What? Surely…” Lisa: “No, look…how do I do it?” I tap on the picture to make it big &… Lisa…

Thankful for my crockpot today & every day. Especially thankful for it since our oven officially gave up the ghost last week. But the crockpot is awesome, regardless. Gives me time on my day off to do other stuff than worry about dinner. And on days when I work, it’s working for me 🙂 yep, I am definitely thankful for my crockpot. And I am thankful I’ve got food to put in it. Today is chili, if anyone is hungry…