Speaking of happy meals, how thankful am I for the Eastern seabord's clam chowder? An eleven. I ate so much clam chowder this week I'm pretty sure my blood type was "chowdah." If you cut me, I would have bled clam-scented butter.
I believe I said that same thing to Zoe when I met her Tuesday! I MET ZOE BYRD IN PERSON TUESDAY! She's amazing. Thankful isn't a strong enough word to describe how glad I am to have had that experience, and to have met her at all. Her spirit is a living example of strength. The fact that she's able to hold gratitude as part of her existence is ... inspiring.
She's part of this thankful community, that I'm eternally thankful to be part of. This Ten Things of Thankful community. Click HERE to join in on the silver linings carwash for your soul.
I'm thankful for my sister Moe who watched my kids when I was gone, she's like their grandmother. She spoils them and loves them, and keeps them busy and happy, since my mother has no interest in that apparently. My sisters make up for just about all the world's injustices.
I'm thankful to the moon and back for my Father-in-Law, who also loves and spoils my children. He is the best Grandfather anyone could want. Especially since my father is no longer with us, and he lived several hours away when he was alive. I know I won the lottery with my husband, but it's like winning twice since his father is just like him.
Thankful for the amazing season finale (even though I don't want it to be over) of Game of Thrones Sunday night.
Also thankful for my smart phone, which I've said I did not want, but without it's GPS I couldn't get around as easily as I do on these trips. Maps are like math to my brain, allergic. I also watched almost all of Orange is the New Black, and this season was en fuego. I'm doing a whole post on the difference, but without spoilers which is a challenge.
I'm thankful to be back home with my kids, and
I'm thankful to be thankful about that. That counts as two. Thousand. Years ago, during my first horrible marriage my sisters and I went on a chick trip to New Orleans. My husband at the time was pretty mad I had gone, as he was allergic to my happiness, but that's a long sad story. Anyway, on the way home from that trip, I was beyond depressed to be coming back to that hell and I realized enough was enough. I needed to do something major. When you don't want to go home, changes need to be made. You should find comfort at home. You should feel safe and want to be there. Life is totally different when you do.
Now to lighten up the mood a little.....
The World Naked Bike Ride also rolled through Chicago this week, raising awareness of breaking our oil dependence, bicycle safety, and I hope very carefully applied sunscreen. I doubt I would ever participate, especially nekked, but I love that there are people out there doing this. Naked.
I can hardly handle bike butt on a leisurely ride while wearing my thick mom jeans, I don't want to think about that fruit rollup sound of nekked sweaty flesh sticking to a bike seat. I'm glad to see the ladies wearing skivvies at least. Phew!
Here's a link to prove I didn't make this up, and if you Google this and click Images, well, you're welcome.