Selena Robins, Author

This Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, I am sharing a few things I am thankful for:

I am thankful for the 86,400 seconds I have every single day, living. I love living.

I am thankful for Google, as it allowed me to search how many seconds there are in a day because it makes me look smart. Doesn’t it?

I am thankful for the delete button on my keyboard which seems to have mystical powers and has shielded me from a horrible fate, after I’ve pressed it and abolished chain emails.

I  am thankful for the movie Magic Mike. It made me smile. I like to smile. I’m thankful I can smile.

I am thankful to the makers of Windows 8, it allows me to create new curse words. I am thankful I can curse in a few different languages. I like to curse.

I am thankful that since Hollywood already bastardized Bewitched there doesn’t appear to be any news that they’ll turn Cheers into a movie, starring Kristen Stewart. Because that shit would be so wrong, on so many levels.

I am thankful my husband does not have a Twitter account so he can’t make good on his threat to Tweet: “Things my wife says and does, that have to be seen and heard to believe.”

I am thankful for my critique partners who don’t call the Waaahbulance any time I sink into the “I sucketh cave.” 

I am thankful for the existence of Pomegranates. I am thankful I can spell and say that word and they are so delicious. I am thankful I can appreciate delicious fruit.

I am thankful for Facebook, because without it, I wouldn’t know what people are having for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I am thankful to Al Gore for inventing the Internet as I’ve met and chatted with kick-ass, funny and all around great people from around the world.

I am thankful for the makers of Godiva chocolate. I love chocolate. It’s an orgasm for the taste buds and it makes me feel good. I like to feel good and thankful I have the opportunity to sample their treasures once in a while.

I am thankful for the creators of Spanx. Godiva being the reason, but still, I love them both.

I am thankful for my husband’s love and his quick wit:  Example:

Me while in the kitchen, baking: “Honey, can you bring me a pen and paper, I have stuff coming out of my head.”

Hubby: “Don’t you usually use a Kleenex for that?”

I am thankful to my parents who sailed the ocean blue so many years ago, leaving their motherland behind and giving us a healthy, good life on this side of the ocean. (Although, if the Internet were around back then, they could have Googled the weather and may have boarded a ship heading to the sunny south.)

Most of all, I am thankful for:

The ability to love and receive love.

For being me.

My sense of humor, warped as it is at times.

My family—immediate, not so immediate, blood-related and bonus family members. Family near and far. I love you all, you’re the reason that I wake up feeling grateful each and every day.

Good friendships, both online and physical, they are supportive, witty, we laugh, we cry, we share, we just plain have a ton of fun. I love you all.

For my eighth grade teacher, Mr. Spooner, who gave me the nickname Scout after one of my favorite fictional characters, and encouraged me to write.

For the readers who plunk down their hard-earned money to buy my books.

To my author friends, the ones I connect with and chat with and authors who I’ve never chatted with, but appreciate their talent as they give me endless reading joy.

I know, this is sounding like an Oscar speech, but, “You like me, really like me. Don’t you?” 🙂

Our fur baby, he’s a great listener, and he loves to dance with me.

My hairbrush, makes a great microphone when I’m singing into it.

For all the unsung heroes: Vaseline, bottled water, sanitary workers, farmers, doctors, nurses, police, fire fighters,  military men & women, volunteer workers, daycare workers, teachers. . .the list is endless.

Thankful for all of you who follow this blog, comment and for all of you who have stuck with me today and read this far. 🙂

From our house to yours.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING