No Thanksgiving?

Thanksgiving:
turkey
family
dinner
words of appreciation
a toast to each other



The day (November 25th, 2010) came and went like any other day for me. Then I read about it in several blogs and wondered why we don't celebrate Thanksgiving in Malaysia. So I looked up how it originated and then only it all started to come back... somethin' somethin' about pilgrims going somewhere somewhere and having it really rough for a long time. Then, harvesting their first crop and celebrating by being thankful. Oh. Now I remember. No wonder we don't celebrate it in Malaysia. heh heh.

Such a shame, though. We should all have a Thanksgiving Day. Ok, now I'm gonna have all those uppity people tellin' me how we should be thankful everyday and blah blah...

My point is that just as Valentine's Day is specially observed to remember loved ones, and birthdays to remember that special person, I think a Thanksgiving Day would be just great.

Well, I decided I'd have my own, personal thanksgiving. And the person I needed to be most thankful for was.....can you guess? oooooooo...
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. hold your heart...
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my husband, Paul (told you to hold your heart).

You didn't have to say, "WHAT?!" that loud.



Yeah. Most of you will remember the many times I've complained about him. Nuff said.

I was determined to find reasons to be thankful for him. And lo and behold, I actually came up with these!! (and everybody say, WOO HOOOOOO!!!! ok, you didn't have to say it that loud either)

> my husband has been faithful to me for 26 years. There are husbands out there who are
unfaithful to their wives (oh, you already knew that?)
> he puts up with my pernicketiness (cos I like that word. and cos I have to throw in a
five-syllable word every now and then so that I sound more intelligent)
> he works hard. Some husbands have no qualms about their wives working two jobs while they
'hang around' waiting for the ideal job
> he nearly never falls ill (but when he does....never mind)

have you seen a happier patient?


> he is often cheerful (check out his brilliant smile)


> he has chosen to commute to work on a Hardly Davidson all our married life, rather than
choosing the comfort of a car. His reason? It beats the jam. Geez. I donno how he does that.
Especially on rainy days.
> he gets along well with just about anybody, inlaws, outlaws, coleslaws, SantaClaus - you get
the picture
> he values friendships, even with strange people (heh heh. love you, Tony-in-Kuching!)



> he is rather noisy. Quiet people make me nervous - like, still waters run deep, y'know?
> he cries at sad movies. And I break out in a guffaw when he does (cos I'm evil like that). Go on, invite him to watch "Hachiko" with you...
> he has actually sung in his sleep (ok....once. but considering that most days he snores, I'll take
once, man)
> he'll put on whatever I tell ask him to. And by that, I mean outfits to wear (whatEVER
were you thinking?)
> my husband thinks I'm creative, witty, multi-talented and intelligent
> he does not drink, does not smoke, does not do drugs

> he does the driving most of the time, even though I can
> he takes out the garbage every almost every day
> he loves to wash the dishes and clear the sink
> he makes sure we have bottled water to drink all the time

> he gives me a massage when I tell ask him to. Grumpily. Cheerfully.


> my husband still loves me even though I can be downright prickly and give him a hard time.




So, yah. I'm thankful for my husband.



And he's giving me the thumbs up.

Nuff? Ok, I'm done. Now you can mob him for autographs.


yah, that's the guy! go paparazzi!




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