{"id":2181,"date":"2008-11-29T00:02:39","date_gmt":"2008-11-29T06:02:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=2181"},"modified":"2008-11-29T00:02:39","modified_gmt":"2008-11-29T06:02:39","slug":"thankfulness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/uncategorized\/thankfulness\/","title":{"rendered":"Thankfulness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My mom called me the other night, crying. I thought something was wrong. Turns out she had just seen <a href=\"http:\/\/flickr.com\/photos\/theogeo\/2489015026\/\">this Mother&#8217;s Day tribute on my Flickr for the first time<\/a>, and it moved her to tears. She got all choked up while leaving me a voicemail, and again when I called her right back. &#8220;Well, I just have to know. Were you drunk?&#8221; she joked. I assured her that no, I hadn&#8217;t been. Or well, maybe I had been. I was drunk all summer. But I meant it, every word of it. &#8220;Well, that was six months ago,&#8221; mom said. &#8220;Maybe you&#8217;ve changed your mind since then.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Nope. I am so grateful for her. For her humor. For her strength. And for my entire family, even though \u2014 no, especially because \u2014 they are crazy and quirky and, as we say around the house, gommy. <\/p>\n<p>This was the first Thanksgiving I ever spent away from my family. I tried not to be too morose about it; I&#8217;m the one who d&#8217;ohfully picked a career in an industry that doesn&#8217;t actually take holidays. <\/p>\n<p>Work was pleasant enough. They catered some pretty tasty deli stuff for us, and everyone pitched in and brought dessert. And then I got off work and went over to <a href=\"http:\/\/panacea-me.blogspot.com\">Amy<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/whatwouldyouaxit.blogspot.com\">Dave<\/a>&#8216;s and  and they had a warm plate of deliciousness and a cold glass of wine waiting on me. I tell you what. Kings could live worse than this.<\/p>\n<p>I started making a list three days ago of things I&#8217;m thankful for, and it just kept growing and growing  so I&#8217;m going to go ahead and post it before it devolves into &#8220;electricity, eyelash mites, carbon.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>music in my ears<br \/>\nmoments of light and heat<br \/>\ncds, made and received<br \/>\nbooks, borrowed and bought<br \/>\nsomeecards<br \/>\ngood vets<br \/>\noffice supplies<br \/>\nearly shifts<br \/>\nlate nights<br \/>\nTriple T Farms<br \/>\nhope<br \/>\nnot working retail anymore<br \/>\ntime off and away<br \/>\namazing groups of friends scattered in so many directions<br \/>\nkitty purrs<br \/>\nBentonSans<br \/>\nmailorder<br \/>\nhealth<br \/>\nhealth insurance<br \/>\nbackrubs<br \/>\nwordplay<br \/>\nnephews<br \/>\nhoodies<br \/>\nnicknames<br \/>\ndishwashers<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/consumerist.com\/5099462\/all-airports-should-have-a-recombobulation-area-like-the-one-in-milwaukee\">recombobulation areas<\/a><br \/>\nCafePress<br \/>\norange juice<br \/>\nwine<br \/>\n<i>30 Rock<\/i><br \/>\nmy camera and my eyes<br \/>\nunselfconscious moments<br \/>\nwiggle room<br \/>\nstill being sentimental at times<br \/>\nthe fact that my mother pointed out that i misspelled &#8220;blatantly&#8221; in the thanksgiving video I made (and I promise I am mildly ashlamed of my misspellnig)<\/p>\n<p>and this:<\/p>\n<p><object width=\"400\" height=\"300\"><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" \/><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" \/><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/vimeo.com\/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2375638&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1\" \/><\/object><br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/vimeo.com\/2375638\">And many more<\/a> from <a href=\"http:\/\/vimeo.com\/user400465\">Lindsey Turner<\/a> on <a href=\"http:\/\/vimeo.com\">Vimeo<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mom called me the other night, crying. I thought something was wrong. Turns out she had just seen this Mother&#8217;s Day tribute on my Flickr for the first time, and it moved her to tears. She got all choked up while leaving me a voicemail, and again when I called her right back. &#8220;Well, I just have to know. Were you drunk?&#8221; she joked. I assured her that no, I hadn&#8217;t been. Or well,&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[32,479,85,1],"tags":[500,649,648],"class_list":["post-2181","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-friends","category-holidays","category-the-family","category-uncategorized","tag-family","tag-holiday","tag-thanksgiving"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1jWWl-zb","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2181","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2181"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2181\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2181"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2181"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2181"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}