Happy (American) Thanksgiving!
It’s weird for me to be celebrating Thanksgiving in November – it doesn’t really “feel” like Thanksgiving for me at this time of year. I’m used to Thanksgiving being at the beginning of fall, when pumpkins are a plenty and the leaves are just starting to change colour. It already feels like winter here in Michigan, so my holiday-clock is wound a little differently this year. But really, what does a holiday feel like anyways? I’m not 100% sure nor does it really matter. What’s important is I get to celebrate Thanksgiving TWICE, every single year!
Most of you are probably so jealous right now. TWO Thanksgivings? That’s like, 48 hours+ of straight up, hook it to my veins, turkey coma! Well friends, I’m a vegetarian so do not enjoy the pleasure of turkey coma (that’s what wine is for) but I do enjoy the gathering of friends and family, sitting down to a nice, cruelty-free meal and hanging out.
My family has never been so sentimental that we take turns at dinner table and share what we are thankful for… I’m not sure we could even get through it without cracking up laughing. My sister has a habit of looking at me during serious moments, opening her eyes just a little wider than normal, and motioning to something that will make me burst out laughing. Most people cop out and automatically give thanks for their family, which is exactly what I’m going to do now because it’s my blog and I’m the boss ’round these parts.
I’m thankful that my dad will send me the most random messages on my Blackberry, just to check in and see how I’m doing away from home. I know he really misses me and worries about me. I’m thankful that my mom has great fashion sense and takes credit for buying me all of my fashionable clothes, even when I buy them myself. How many of you female readers can share clothes with your mom like I can? I’m thankful that my sister can make me laugh like no other. She can make me laugh so hard that I hyperventilate, cry and sometimes fall off furniture. I’m thankful for my “little” brother who I can always count on to play silly childhood games with me. We’ve always got each other’s backs. Lastly I’m thankful to have a husband who loves me so much he will make me breakfast, lunch and dinner on most nights during the week. A well fed Amber is a happy Amber.
I want to end this post with a completely random YouTube clip. Considering I’ve been yammering on about American Thanksgiving, I should post some Canadian content as to not exclude my Canuck readers. Most of you know this Heritage Minute well and probably know it’s about Laura Secord saving Canada’s ass during the War of 1812 by alerting the solider named Fitzgibbon. BUT, did you know that for – oh, let’s say forever – I thought Laura Secord wanted to get to the natives (think about that for a second) Thanksgiving dinner to warn them about the Americans. This whole time I thought the ad was about NATIVE PEOPLE celebrating Thanksgiving – “Take me to Thanksgiving!” I thought she said at the very end… Yeah, not so much.