Happy Thanksgiving. November 21, 2007

It’s 11:09pm on Tuesday. I have another hour of work ahead of me tonight, and fifteen straight days of work behind me (including working until 10pm both Saturday and Sunday).

I’m not complaining. I’m really not. Because, for the first time ever, I love my job. I love my boss. I love everything about what I do.

I was recently recruited by another company. A guy with a sexy British accent called and lured me into a meeting. He pulled out the big guns: a bigger paycheck, a staff position, a sexy title. Sensing my reluctance, he then whipped out a freelancer’s kryptonite: health insurance.

And yet, I didn’t buckle.

Granted, the offer is still on the table - at least until after Thanksgiving - but I don’t know if I’m going to take it. (That sound you hear is my parents sobbing over the fact that their daughter is refusing a job with health insurance, omigod, where did we go wrong?)

I love what I’m doing. I’m happy. I feel appreciated. I feel valuable.

This is a first (sadly).

I’m relishing it.

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So, Thanksgiving. I haven’t even had time to be excited about it because, well, see above, but it is so my favorite holiday. I mean, I know there were Pilgrims and Indians and something about thanks but when it gets down to it, the damn holiday pretty much just celebrates food.

By around 7pm on Thursday evening, my thighs will be crying out for mercy but I will still probably have another slice of pumpkin pie because that’s just how I roll (plus: there are always Spanx to hide any extra pudge! Woo!)

For the first time ever, I am actually staying in the city to watch the parade. Usually I half-watch it from the comfort of my home but this time M and I are going to brave the elements.

Luckily, the parade literally goes right by our building so, um, if those elements get too harsh we can always just run upstairs and drink hot cocoa and watch from the window.

My aunt is a balloon handler in this year’s parade. I wish I could say that she’s my zany, blue-haired, never-married eccentric aunt who is always doing crazy things but, really, she’s my young, hot, looks-better-than-me-but-has-had-two-kids aunt who is not really prone to doing crazy things but hey. Everyone is allowed some crazy every now and then.

Afterwards, we’re heading to beloved New Jersey. I really can’t wait to see my family because seeing my family means a) awesome food and b) free reign to talk about the wedding. No, seriously, they can’t get enough. To the point that sometimes even I think it’s a bit much.

M is coming home with me and this little mini-break is so, so needed. We haven’t been fighting, but we’ve been pretty disconnected. He’s been busy and I’ve been busy and thus the affection and sex and communication has been pretty nonexistent. I hate feeling like we’re roommates. I miss being us.

I’m hoping some time away from things like jobs and school and stress will bridge the small gap that’s developed between us.

Anyway, I hope you all have an awesome holiday. My food coma and I will be back on Monday, if not sooner.