I'm Not Good, I'm Just Drawn That Way. . .

Quiz/meme via bookchick -- and amusingly ironic, given my previous post. . .

You Are a Jam Cookie

On the outside, you project a straight-laced, innocent vibe. But on the inside, you're complex, exotic, and full of flavor.

What Kind of Cookie Are You?

Thanksgiving

Had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

For the past couple of years, my parents have taken The Daughter and I out for Thanksgiving dinner. Invariably, no matter how nice the place, either or both of my parents are disappointed in the food, and my dad gets grumpy about the expense. I decided to prevent another less-than-happy Thanksgiving by inviting them to my place for dinner, along with _storyteller_.

Fortunately, I didn't have to cook the entire dinner by myself. On Wednesday evening, _storyteller_ and my daughter made two pies and a batch of cookie dough, which I baked (see my entry of Wednesday night), he made a casserole and mashed potatoes on Thursday, and my mom brought along a jello salad and a pie. All I had to do was put the roast, onions, and carrots in the pressure cooker. We had a great dinner, then played cards. Around 4:30, my parents went home, my daughter went off with her father, and Storyteller and I watched "Secretary" (which I had not seen before), then headed for his place.

We didn't get there, because we detoured and went to a hot tub spa instead, and spent two blissful hours in utter sybaritic abandon.

After that marvelous interlude, _storyteller_ passed me off to uncrowned_king. We got drive-through snacks and went back to his place for cuddles and conversation. But he was late to work this morning. . . . ;-)

The Daughter is spending most of the weekend with her father and his parents (who are visiting from across the country), so I have pretty much all my time to myself. When uncrowned_king finishes his shift (in less than an hour) we're going to buy a couple of DVD's and perhaps some tv dinner table-trays, and continue to simply relax.

At some time this weekend, however, I have to write a project plan and charter which I have promised several important people I will have in on Monday. But I'm not going to worry about that until tomorrow. . .

I am grateful for. . . .

_storyteller_ and uncrowned_king, my lover-partners, who are by my side and with whom I am able to be completely honest, completely myself.

My daughter, who is healthy, smart, good-hearted, and a delight to be around.

My parents, whose love is unfailing.

My sister, with whom I am closer now than ever before, and her husband who loves her so deeply and who I am happy to be able to call my brother.

A dry house.

kateri_thinks and queenofhalves, who inspire me and with whom I can share anything and everything.

bookchick and athenian_abroad -- still here after all these years, and who I need and want to make more of an effort to spend time with.

havah_prewett and mam_adar, with whom I enjoy being able to share both the inspiring faithfulness and integrity of their spiritual paths and their love of various fandoms.

A new RPG campaign starting tomorrow, (run by Storyteller), with an old friend (Hob) and a new one a_belletrist, and someone I have yet to meet.

The pleasure of working with Jeannie for as long as I did, and the challenges and coaching from JJ, my current supervisor, which are pushing me to achieve more and get more satisfaction in new ways in my day job.

My spiritual director, who listens with an open mind as well as an open heart when I tell him about my spiral path, and whose questions help me to new understandings.

My own increasing ability to create a warm and secure home. My health, my financial stability, and all the other Pentacles things which I sometimes grouse about but in which I have been blessed, when I stop to think about it.