Thanks to Loz who got that little gem playing on head radio, but it did spawn a good title for this entry.

We don't celebrate Thanksgiving here in Australia, what with the distinct lack of starving pilgrims, turkeys, Indians and what not. But I'm up for anything that involves eating grotesque amounts of food, so the boy and I celebrated a little today, calories be damned. (I do it for him, I do it aaaaaaall for him.)

Thursday is Ghost's Sunday (bloody shift work), so we celebrated Thanksgiving together with a quiet lunch for two. I roasted a stuffed turkey breast and did roast potatoes, mac 'n' cheese, vegies, pumpkin pie and apple pie. I even had aerosol cream (see, it really is love!) for him. In the photo, I'm wrestling with a baby Piper Heidsieck. I had to bring SOME class to proceedings!

It was lovely, just the two of us and an absolute mountain of yummy food.

But it did give me pause for thought about the purpose of the holiday and there is a stack of stuff I need to give thanks for.

My Health
Now this might seem pretty remarkable, given my last couple of entries, but my night at the ER gave me a little perspective. Almost everything I've had is temporary. The stuff that isn't might kill me, but it's manageable. I am ridiculously healthy and well, despite some depression and a couple of food allergies I can handle just fine, thank you very much.

I'm enormously thankful for my health, things could be so much worse. These last couple of months have just reminded me how fucking good I really do have it.

My Family
Of course there are days I could kill them with my bare hands, but if I had to be in a pit with a rabid bear and a choice between a fully loaded Uzi or my mum and my brother, I'd take the family. We drive each other nuts but we love each other crazy much and would do anything for each other. I'm fucking lucky to have them in my life.

My Friends
I'm very egalitarian about this. It doesn't matter if I've met you in real life or not, if you're a part of my life in pixels or in person, you're a friend. And I cannae do it without ye. You pick me up when I'm down, give me a kick in the arse when I need it and you crack me up on a regular basis. Deities of choice bless you all.

My Boy
I don't think Ghost knew how seriously he was going to have to take those vows a little over two years ago, but this year we've ticked off "for richer, for poorer", "for better or for worse" and "in sickness and in health" and he's still here. Need I remind you that it's ME he's living with? The man is a living saint.

There may be days I don't like him very much, but my love for him never wavers. And I know he feels the same way.

I thank the deities of choice daily for this guy. He is my sanctuary and my salvation. I have never felt so safe before, so protected and important and adored. Just to know this is riches beyond measure.

So I'm pretty fucking lucky, really. I have it pretty fucking sweet. I might bitch and moan and rant and rave, but deep down, even in the darkest moments, I know it can always get worse and I really do have a lot of good things in my life.

Yeah, it's sappy, but it's important to acknowledge this stuff, particularly when things look bleak. It's not about getting all Pollyanna or anything like that, it's just about not losing sight of the bits of gold in amongst the dross.

So pull 'em out and polish them up. What do you have to give thanks for?