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Still Thankful after all these years.......

That song keeps playing in my head , was it Paul Simon or James Taylor who sang it first?  "Still crazy after all these years"- too lazy to look it up and find out at this moment.  It's along the lines of Adele's song "Hello".  I love Adele.  I can't tell you that enough.  I don't care that "they" overplay her- her voice just.........fills me.  She makes me feel.  That's about all i require out of any music really.  Make me feel something.

 And also along those lines- why do people do this to themselves?  Paul, James, Adele- why are we still lamenting on past lovers?  Can't we just let that shit go?  I mean really, if it were so wonderful why did we let it end?  Because it wasn't that good, that's why.  Retrospect makes people rosier than they were.  My opinion.  

 That includes family.  (is it me or am i very choppy this morning?)  There are times, like the H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.S.........that without fail,will have me missing family I never really had.  Well, I did for a while but that was almost worse than the non family i had previously.  I get it.  I know there is no such thing as that Norman Rockwell picture, but I always wanted it. Even if it's make pretend.  Well.  not really.  

ANYWAYS-  The holidays have been improving for me every year, just like wine.  Slowly.  I no longer hold my breath waiting for someone to get punched or have someone leave the room in a huff until someone ELSE (pick that years person insert here) has to go kiss some ass before we can eat a family dinner.  But the table was ALWAYS just BEAUTIFUL.  

This is how i felt about Thanksgiving dinner then:


(Matter of fact, i probably love horror so much due to the fact that it feels a LOT like my childhood and married life.  But i digress.)

This year:


and i mean that in a totally good way.  The only thing missing for me was my children (who are no longer children) but they will make it up to me at Christmas because i'm demanding like that.  

When i opened this page to begin a blog this morning i was going to write about what i'm grateful for- because you know, all the kids are doing it now.  I ran off track immediately, per usual.  However, now i'm reviewing the disjointed blog above I see that at least one thing i'm grateful for is in fact documented here. 

Let the holidays begin.  

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