I have no idea what that (title) means exactly. This blog is supposed to be about letting our bitchiness out, no holding back - and all because we have the comfort of relative anonymity. Of course, now it's the week of Thanksgiving and we're supposed to take stock of all the blessings we have in our lives and feel grateful and umm, stuff so that makes the bitchy seem somewhat out of place.

This year I'm thankful my family is happy and healthy. I'm thankful for the support and love of my extended family, especially my dad and stepmom. Twenty years ago if you had told me I would be saying such things I would have laughed and told you to go ram the nearest, largest, blunt object right up your arse. It's an obvious example of how life changes and evolves constantly and alarmingly.

It's also a testament to why one should never say "never..."

I'm thankful for antibiotics and pain pills, but not so much for dentists with no regard for their patient's financial situations and the continual attempts to get blood from a turnip and then make said turnip feel guilty for having none to give.

I'm thankful for a husband who tries and tries and then gets up and keeps trying. Next week I'll be hating him and wanting to stab him with a dull object but until then, I'm going to be thankful for the He in my life who learns from his mistakes even if I have to rub his nose in it like a naughty dog.

Gratitude does not begin to cover my deep and sincere feelings for my oldest daughter. She's turned into quite a wonderful young lady with a razor sharp sense of humor and an intimidating temper that is only shown when it is absolutely necessary. I cannot begin to express how much I adore this child of mine. Even in her faults and occasional sour moods she never fails to impress and amuse me and dear God, at fifteen years old what more could a mother ask for?

My other children... I love with a depth only a mother could understand even if they seem to annoy me to an equal amount at times. I'm thankful for the laughs they give me and the desire they have helped to instill in me to simply wake up and keep going each and every God forsaken morning.

I'm increasingly grateful for the never ending supply of whiskey, gin, and tequila happily stored in my pantry. While I don't find myself reaching frat party status with any sort of regularity - I do know that a decent night's sleep often follows a steady pour over the rocks.

Over the last 10 months I have had a recurring nightmare. I wake up and it is Christmas Eve and the tree is no where to found, not a bit of holiday decoration is hung about and not a single present has been purchased. Now I find that the holiday season is upon us and while I am woefully behind in my holiday shopping due to a bank account that continually runneth under, I am happy for this time of year and all the giddy, ridiculous joyousness it brings - nightmares or not. Things have been so much worse in the past and this year they are not and for that I am grateful, thankful, and feeling quite blessed.

So, I hope the extra turkey day calories spend not a moment on your hips or arse and that your pies turn out perfectly, your home is warm, cozy and filled with love and laughter, and that you can find very little to bitch about as well.

Happy Thanksgiving.