Well, today is Canadian Thanksgiving, and has become tradition, I will list some of the things I'm thankful for:
For Kyile: Because she has become something precious to me.
For Jaci: Because she's become the best big sister I could ask for, and who else would tease me about how much I giggle and blush?
For Andrea DiMaggio - for all her support, and for being the best Tante little Dottie could ask for.
For All the authors here at Big Closet - for being awesome writers, and for leaving nice comments on my stories
For Erin and Carol Stewart-Payne, for letting me come over and be licked to death by their doggy
For Laura and her wife, who reached out to me and listened to me
For my mom, who loves her daughter
For my daughter, who loves her daddy even if she doesnt understand why he's becoming a girl
For my ex, who is a good mom
For my brother and sister-in-law, who may not be thrilled about my transition, but are still cheering for me to be able to look after myself
And for all the members of "Team Dorothy" who cheer me on through the net. Bless all of you!
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.
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Don't forget
all the registered users who have not posted any stories. We don't fit under the "authors" category. = )
I can also be included under Team Dorothy, even if I'm just a mercenary who takes payment in Huggles and Behind-the-ear scratches. ^_^
Whipped Cream in a spray can is also legal tender. ;)
just for that, Extravagance
here are some extra huggles, extra scratches behind the ears, and an extra can of whipped cream (do I wanna know what you do with them?)
YAY! ^_^
Would you be able to sleep at night without knowing? :)
Dorothy...
I am allowed to join you in wishing all here a very Happy Thanksgiving Day ??
And for our US cousins, a wonderful Columbus day!
Ruth
May the sun always shine on your parade
And a very happy thanksgiving
And a very happy thanksgiving to you from here in the grey, windswept, rain-lashed UK. No wonder we're always going on about the bleedin' weather.
But October 14th is important to us for a different reason. Not the anniversary of the publication of Winnie The Pooh, but the event that did more than any other to shape our nation. Here's a brilliant account of it from the English historian Keith Feiling.
All day long the noise of battle rolled, as the Normans, first foot and then horse, pressed up the bare uncultivated hill; at three in the afternoon it was still undecided. Protected in flank and rear by sharp-falling ground, if the English shield-wall held firm, it could go on killing the enemy and still survive. The Bretons broke: William himself had three horses killed that day: Taillifer the minstrel, singing the songs of Charlemagne and Roland, throwing his sword in the air and catching it as he rode, perished with the first charge...
But the English had few archers and fought entirely on foot, and it was the Norman archers and cavalry, together with better discipline, which wore the defence away. Twice Harold's troops, galled beyond endurance and deceived by feinted flight, broke rank, poured down hill in pursuit, and were cut to pieces by the horsemen. They began to be too few to hold the ridge, and finally the Norman archers, shooting high, sent that hail of arrows to which there was no reply - one of which blinded Harold - and darkness fell on the woods, through which the remnant of the English fled away. That night William slept on the field; next day Harold's mangled body was buried on the shore at Hastings.
947 years ago. And we still can't speak French.