Thankful?

Thanksgiving. To give thanks. Be thankful. Count ones blessing. Etc.

All over you see people doing so. Via Twitter, Facebook, whatever other social networking crap the world has churned out for us. It made me think (smell the smoke?). What am I thankful for?

A great deal, to be perfectly frank. The usual. My family. My friends who have come to be a second family as a result of the primary being eleventy billion miles away. I know I almost never ever say this to any of you. And if my generally......displeased demeanor were anything to go by, I'm sure most of you feel that I'd likely shank you if given the opportunity of no jail time. So pay close attention cause I'm only going to say this once. I love each and every one of you. And I count myself lucky that you've come into my life.

I'm even thankful for the mishaps, the setbacks, the unmitigated disasters in my life. We've all gone through it and I'm no different. Those who know me best know that things have gotten damn rocky on occasion. C'est la vie. Even in the down times, lessons have been learned and each stumble has made me what I am today. Whether or not that's a good thing is open to debate. Nevertheless, I'm thankful for those lessons.

I'm thankful for good scotch which still hasn't arrived! Get on that.

I'm a lucky man, and more importantly, I know it.

Now enough of this sappy emotional shit. Next post, I'm going to describe the proper technique of baby eating. Bring a change of clothes.