I'm Dreaming Of A Black Friday

Black Friday
(to the tune of White Christmas

I'm dreaming of a Black Friday,
Not like the ones I heard about on TV
Where no one get trampled
And all the sales get sampled
Where all the shoppers are filled with Christmas glee.

I'm dreaming of a Black Friday,
Where I get everything half off.
Where there are no long lines
No elbowing in spines
Like pigs running to a trough.

I'm dreaming of a Black Friday,
With each sale paper that comes my way.
May you get all the dreams on your list.
Staying safe with the chaos in your midst.
And all your gifts will be spared of the blood spray.

Thankful

Today I am participating in "Thankful Thursdays" brought to you by The Nut House.

This Thanksgiving I am thankful for...

• 6 half used jars of peanut butter and 8 barely used jars of jelly that are cluttering up the pantry. It means that we have been blessed and my family has enough to eat.
• The fact that I could find no cold medicine for my splitting sinus headache. It means that my family has been healthy this year.
• The radio station that dropped the F-bomb this morning that I quickly changed before my children repeated it. It means I live in a country that celebrates its freedoms and all the men/women who sacrificed their lives to ensure that I have those freedoms.
• The slight feeling of dread at the loud chaos that will take over tonight as 6 adults and 5 children sit down to devour a turkey. It means that I have been blessed with lots of family.
• The chair that will be empty this year. It means that my Nana no longer suffers, has no pain, no need for wet towels for her head, no frustrations of earthly binds and is celebrating in heaven with her Maker. It also means missing someone means loving them.
• The traditional gravy that always makes me gag a little. It means that my mother loves us enough to keep with tradition and its always good for a little ribbing year after year.
• The headache of trying to find the perfect house and piece of land to raise my children. It means that we have been blessed enough in our finances that we have the opportunity to provide.
• The 8 shirts that need to be ironed for The Man. It means that I have a husband to care for that cares for me.
• The fight that will start as I try to chase down my girls and get them dressed to leave. It means that my children have plenty of energy and independence.
• The swollen ankles, sore hips and protruding belly. It means that God has blessed our family with another child to love.
• My email box and text messages that are full and running down my cell phone battery. It means I live in a time where technology allows me to reach out and connect with family and friends. It also means that someone out there cares that I get a student loan and have white teeth.
  

Twas The Night Before Thanksgiving

Twas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the place,
Kids were screaming; the house a mess...you should see my face.

I threw on my shoes and ran a brush through my hair,
To dash to the store, in hopes a ham was still there.

We had planned an afternoon of quiet holiday cheer,
When some friends called and said they were coming over here.

I have been to their house at least once or twice,
It's not that bad, if you don't mind sharing dinner with mice.

She said she would bring something; "What would you like?"
To be honest, the thought makes me want to go on a hunger strike!

Don't worry, don't fret..they don't know about this blog,
They will never read about their habits that rival a hog.

I digress, so I will return to the story at hand,
I could have made a feast, if I had the time to plan.

I am now searching the store for a meal suitable for the holiday,
To avoid her contribution that will result in a hospital stay.

There was nothing in the meat case, not even a ham hock,
When I heard "Attention shoppers, we close at 7 o'clock.

I left the store with a frown; my shopping cart empty and my arms bare,
Headed home, knowing there would be no grand meal when my friends arrived there.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a sign in my way.
McDonald's will be open this Thanksgiving Day.

You'll hear me exclaim loudly tomorrow when my friends drop by,
Happy Thanksgiving! Pass the McNuggets and don't hog the fries.