Thankful Thursdays

Ah, November. We’re only seven days in and I am already counting down to December. No, not because of Christmas. Or even my birthday for that matter. I’m ready for November to be over because I’m already feeling jaded from the “I’m Thankful” posts on Facebook.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not so much of a cynic that I think no one should post what they’re thankful for. I’m glad you’re marriage is strong and you love your husband. I’m glad your kids are your life and you’re proud of them. I’m also glad that you love football season because it gives you something else to complain about besides the heat of summer.

But…shouldn’t we be thankful for people and things every day not just 30 days in November?

Yes, I’m thankful for my family and friends and that Starbucks finally has pumpkin lattes. But Oh. Em. GEE, I can be thankful for/post that I’m thankful for that all year round (well, not so much the lattes…they’re seasonal).

So, for the entire month of November, I’m going to do Thankful Thursdays. Don’t worry; I’m not going to post about overly-sentimental things that are so sweet they’ll give you a cavity.

For example, for today’s Thankful Thursday I am thankful for Ecards. Those snarky, sarcastic internet sensations that I pin so much on Pinterest I had to make a board completely dedicated to them.

Why am I thankful for Ecards? They say everything I want to say but can’t find the sassiest, most sardonic way of saying.  Bless you, Ecards for making my life much funnier.






You Just Don’t Get It

My personality is somewhat a mixture of Chandler Bing, Grumpy Cat, and Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino. My sense of humor can be sarcastic and dry and somewhat snarky.

Pretty much.

Pretty much.

A lot of people don’t “get” my sense of humor. These are typically the same people that look at me like I’ve just punched a bunny in the face when I say “I’m done with pregnancy!” or “I’m not a fan of overly sentimental things.”


I’ve been told that sometimes people may see my sense of humor as brash or even a little insulting… and they’re probably right. One look at my “Ecard” board will affirm that. But at this point, I’m like:


Preach, 'Rella.

Preach, ‘Rella.


I used to stress myself out thinking: “Oh geez, I hope they didn’t think I was being offensive,” or “Was that not politically correct?” I would lie in bed at night and fret and worry about what I said and to whom and think, “I’m such a horrible person.”


Now, however, I don’t do that. Its not that I don’t have a filter (because I do…sometimes…) but I also don’t lose sleep over what I’ve said. If I start to think about it, I just tell myself, “Well, it’s out there now. People probably think you’re a jerk, but that’s okay. Everybody can be jerks. Just try to not be so Draco Malfoy next time, okay?”


Maybe not "fun"...Okay maybe a little bit.

Maybe not “fun”…Okay maybe a little bit.

I know I need to watch some of the things I say, since in a matter of weeks, I’ll have a Little that will be processing and repeating every word I say. And I intend to watch myself (that’s why I’m trying now). I don’t want to raise a little twerp that has no sense of other people’s feelings and zero tact. I want Hermione to be polite, have manners, and not act like so many kids I see out there today. (She will, however, know how to not take things so seriously and learn that laughter sometimes really is the best medicine.)


I guess I just feel that some of the stuff I say/find funny is just my inherit personality; the way God made me. I can’t help it if I think the third Austin Powers movie is hilarious and shamelessly guffaw at every innuendo, nor can I stop the laughter that takes over me when I watch the You Tube montage of news anchors slipping and falling.


I don't.

I don’t.

I know it’s hard to convey tone through blogs, so I hope you guys don’t get your knickers in a twist when I say something meant to be sarcastic and funny. And if you do happen to get your BVDs in a bunch, then all I have to say to you is:


They really are.

They really are.