Fat fails and Thankfulness.

It appears I am a massive failure at NaBloPoMo.  It's been almost a whole week since I've posted, which is a long time even if I hadn't promised myself daily posts.  And, like any blogger knows, once you go a few days without writing, the habit is quickly lost.  I suppose I could always fall back on my AP series but to know me is to know that I can't stand a regiment, even a self-imposed regiment.  Knowing this about myself, I'm not sure why I continue starting these series to torment myself.

So, since this is the season of thanks and I am apparently the only person in America who has not publicly proclaimed my thankfulness, here goes...

I am thankful for:

Our cat.
Chickens.
Thrift stores.
Healthy children.
Birth videos on youtube.
My morning cowgirl coffee.
My blog readers.  My bleaders.
All of my peeps on the intrawebz.
My iPhone.  I am finally that fancy.

The lack of snow and ice in the Deep South.

A new baby nephew and a sister that loves me.

My house smack dab in the middle of a little town I love.

Friends.  Near and far.  Like-minded and polar opposites.

Parents that raised me to grow into a confident and able adult.

My grocery store is finally consistently carrying organic apples.
My budding obsession in writing a book someday.  A very good book.
The surprising number of likeminded individuals in my Mississippi town.
A loving and caring husband who is on the same page with all of my (many) causes.