Well For Pete's Sake Thanksgiving, Alright Already

ell for Pete's Sake I guess Thanksgiving is going to come whether I want it to or not, I feel a little like the Grinch, except I'm in the wrong movie. I keep seeing all these November posts on giving Thanks, which seems like a nice idea. And maybe if I actually tried to think about what I'm grateful for I wouldn't feel like such a Grinch about it. But does anybody really want to know what I'm thankful for? (I'm just saying, as a blog post...that could be a little...same old, same old) so let's try turning the genre on it's head shall we. Sure, sure, I'm thankful for my kids, and my family and blah blah yeah yeah yeah. But what else is great about being alive on the planet?

1. Funky foreign films that no one appreciates but me - or funky foreign films that lots of people appreciate, including me. Look if you've never seen "My Life as a Dog" or "Au Revoir Les Enfants"...you haven't felt the true depths of what a film can offer.

2. I'm thankful for crazy people. How boring would the world be without crazy people!!!! Seriously!

3. COLOR!!!! What if you only saw things in black and white? And have you ever thought about what if the color I see as green you see as red? Or when I see blue you see yellow? How would we know for sure...? I think about that a lot. Is that weird?

4. What if some of the people out there in the world really are clairvoyant? Wouldn't that be trippy? What if I were one? Wouldn't that be cool. I wouldn't tell you though, because then you'd think I was crazy. (HOWEVER! See #2)

5. What would we do without the Housewives of Orange County/New York/New Jersey/Atlanta/Beverly Hills? I mean besides all collectively regaining some of our lost IQ points spent watching such trash. Which of course, I would never waste my time on. But if I did, I would point out that such shows make me feel like no matter our circumstances in life: 1. people be crazy, 2. money can't buy happiness but it can buy you a great purse and 3. someday we're going to look back on the plastic surgery phase that got so out of hand and laugh hardily.

6. I'm thankful for my plastic surgeon. (KIDDING!!!! I don't have one!!!)

7. School house rock. If not for you, I wouldn't remember conjunction junction what's your function.

8. Madame Brown. My high school french teacher. If not for you, I would not know how to call people stupid in french, or strange. Thanks for that.

9. Mrs. Barton. My high school English teacher, if not for you I wouldn't always be annoying people by saying "Cakes are Done, People are Finished". But I break that rule all the time anyway. I just like to annoy people when they say they are "done".

10. I'm thankful for the Pilgrims, and the Hippies, and the Beatniks, and the Mormon Pioneers, and the Buddhist Monks, and the Native American's (who in all seriousness, are some of the nicest people I know), And my Austrian Neighbors and my West Indies neighbors and my gay neighbors, and my politician neighbor and my neighbor who is a doctor and my neighbor who is a drunk, and all the poets of the world, and the artists and the dancers, and the musicians, and the writers of books, and architects, and photography, and the homeless guys at the Circle K and little kids who laugh, and people who think they can save the world, and people who at least think they can save their little tiny corner, their little tiny piece of it. And the British who taught us "No Flag, No Country" and Eddie Izzard especially, I love you most of all.

There! That's 10, that outta suffice for this year!

Love, Bandanamom (AKA Lezlee)


edit: I forgot my Jewish Orthodox Neighbors!!!! Who make me feel every Friday night and every Saturday like all is right in the world! It warms my heart to see you walking to synagogue. Love you guys.