Thanksgiving 2010…Just like it was in 1621 and 1994.

Thanksgiving 2010…Just like it was in 1621 and 1994.

Happy Thanksgiving all. 

There is so much to be thankful for this day. 

First off at our house, just like that original feast, we will be dining on bounty from our garden. 

Look what I picked yesterday… 

Beauties! I'm speechless.

Then like 16 years ago, I will participate in the Atlanta Half Marathon. 

My daughter just asked me (the night before) 

“Are you brave enough?”

What? 

“You know…with your knee.”

I’ve run it most of the years in between. Brave is not the question. Stupid and pig-headed is the question. 

Our son, Jake, was 14 months old when I ran it the first time ~ my first half marathon. Huge. This year it’s a new course. Hills at the front and end. We’ll see. I just have to keep ahead of the brooms sweeping the cups.  

Woo hoo.

Love how I’d already got the slimming beauty-pageant-leg-in-front-pose down. 

This was also the first time I had worn tights to run. 

I was very self-conscious and painfully aware of my bright aqua rear-end. Till I ran. I borrowed them from my next door neighbor who ran that day as well.  A group of us took off together, all wearing our tights. Liberating. 

I never, ever wore sweats to run in again. Running in sweats is like running with soggy, heavy, cotton trash bags taped to your legs. 

“Boooo” for soggy, heaven cotton trash bags taped to your legs. 

And as of 7 o’clock last night, I ruined my first attempt at pumpkin pie. Who can ruin a pumpkin pie? 

I guess me. A Marie Callender’s  is now in our oven. It looked big and was on sale, so it came home with me. 

I hope I don’t kill it too. 

Have a wonderful, blessed day. Hope you are surrounded by loved ones, good food and most importantly, laughter. 

Now to go check on that dear pie…………….