I am also grateful that no one seems to question how I plan on wearing four inch heels to a beach wedding.
I am also super duper thankful that my 80 year old man stomach has allowed me to eat salads three days in a row. I have not eaten a salad since, like, September and boy! how I missed them. Thank you, 80 year old man stomach, but it would have been nice if you'd also given me the movie popcorn too.
And I will not apologize but I am thankful to be part of a union. As the morally bankrupt provincial government uses its demonization of the teacher's union to strip away each individual's right to fair and negotiated contracts, I am grateful to be part of an organization which works together to ensure that everyone - students and teachers - is treated fairly. As a teacher, I had both professional and personal setbacks today, and I am glad that I have the support of a union to ensure that my rights as an employee are being protected. And you know what? I really suspect that this just boils down to Christy Clark acting like a rejected kid on the playground who couldn't get into the cool kid group - the educator crowd. Because, after all, aren't bullies just insecure cowards?And, at the end of the day, I am so happy and thankful that the paramedic used synonyms today for "good" and "fine" when describing my cooking. The narcissist in me is full of gratitude for the external validation.
