My family. Even though they drive me crazy at times, my kids are best 3 kids in the entire world! And my husband… what else can I say? He’s already cleaned up after our potty-training son twice, and done a few loads of laundry for me, and he’s been rock in this, the first Thanksgiving without Dad. He’s just the best guy in the whole world. And he’s all mine. *S*
My home. For the first Thanksgiving ever, I can say this and truly mean my home. As in, we own it. It’s all ours. Not a gov’mint piece of crap paper thin townhouse. Not my mom’s house, though I love her home… it’s just not mine anymore. But it’s all mine this year. My house. My curtains. My oven. Wow.
My Homeschool. Because the learning never stops at Casa Del Yuriar.
The Makers of M&Ms. Because those wonderful little bits of candy-coated chocolate make the perfect potty-training bribe.
Butterball. For their nifty “How Long?” calculator tool. Awesome!
a Free Market Economy. The real “bountiful harvest” didn’t occur until a few years after the Pilgrims settled in Plymouth. At first they had a socialist society, everything went into a community chest so to speak. Once they adopted a “those who will not work, will not eat” sort of attitude, and gave people the opportunity to prosper on their own… Things flourished. Don’t believe me? Read up on the true story of Thanksgiving.