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While this post contains no Split Pea Soup, it does contain family. It does have content. Interesting content? I make no promises.
Just a re-cap of my Thanksgiving.
Parade was on, breakfast was had. Odd, inappropriate commentary was delighted in. (I’m easily amused.)
Years ago I used to think, “Who eats breakfast or lunch before Thanksgiving?” Not anymore.
Exercise was enjoyed, not all-consuming. Having wasted many Thanksgiving-Day hours in the gym, I’m happy to be in a better place.
I gave thanks.
I headed over to my Brother’s house where my sister-in-law and mother were serving it up:
No cooking? I gave thanks.
Good Time with the family was had.
My great-Aunt Trudy, who I adore, was chilling. She asked me in complete honesty “Are you 55?” Still giggling about that. She’s aging. This year she was there.
I gave thanks.
Flirtation was kept to a “G” rating. (Maybe PG…) My Mom and Dad have been through so much. They are so strong.
I gave thanks.
Trying to capture a pic of my nephew, who hates being photographed? Fail.
Annoying the heck out of him? Success.
He’s awesome. I gave thanks.
I loved on my niece.
AKA my soul-sister, kindred spirit, most important girl in my life. (No, I don’t tell her these things yet, she’s too young. I’m already “crazy Aunt Missy.”)
I gave thanks.
Magic tricks were attempted performed by my nephew.
This kid is TOO much. He’s a loving, hilarious, talented, spunky little red-headed ham.
I gave thanks.
My brother carved the turkey.
I have two brothers. One was with us in spirit.
One is right here with us. I gave thanks.
My sister and niece were not there. My sister is a strong, capable woman. I know she is in good hands. I’m learning —> I can’t. God can. I’ll let him. I gave thanks.
We sat down; I closed my eyes and prepared to say grace.
We joined hands and my Dad says,
“Your hands are ice cold!”
Instantly the only thing I can think was:
“What’s cooler than being cool? ICE COLD!….Shake it like a Polaroid picture…”
I’m pretty sure God’s down with Outkast.
I closed my eyes and asked everyone to take three breaths, so we could focus on God and relax.
“This isn’t yoga class…just say the prayer” My brother said. (0:
I thanked the Lord we are able to breathe and enjoy ourselves despite the hurt in our hearts and the difficulties we face. 
Dinner was served.
There was salad and asparagus. For me, of course. I’m the only one that eats it.
The rest of the fam had all the standards.
“Why Does Aunt Missy always eat salad?” my nephew asked. /o:
I had turkey – which I eat about 2-3 times a year and savor. (Mr. Turkey? I give you thanks. Sorry.)
I added a couple spoonfuls of Mom’s spinach casserole. I haven’t had it in 4 years. It’s my favorite. It was my brother’s favorite. This year an angel whispered I ought to have some. For him. I did.
I also took a couple bites of squash (covered in sugar and butter.)
Small amounts, but I call that good. Really, it was no big deal. Easy Breezy.
I had family encouragement without anyone making a scene over my “Spinach Casserole Challenge.”
For my family’s support? I gave give thanks.
Thanksgiving inspired a lot of emotions, thoughts and realizations.
I’m still digesting.
Mentally and Physically.
(Food Baby in Full Affect!)
Maybe this will help.
After months of holding out, I caved.
Have you caught Kombucha fever?
Tastes like….
*mischievous laugh* ….you’ll have to find out for yourself.
Buckle your safety belts its a wild ride!
I’ll let you know if it helps my tummy.
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