Hey, good morning. How are we all doing? Are we ready for some true gratitude without the Aunties judging? Thanksgiving is a wild ride isn’t it? Kind like it’s a holiday based on lies and we just all kept that going since 1621… Don’t get me wrong I love gratitude, but I hate lies and white washing more.  Okay, I know my readers know all of this so lets get some true gratitude going.  Grab some coffee and join me for this week’s Faceless Friday, where I list out the things that rocked my face off this past week. 

I think this week we will do a round up list instead of breaking things down into categories. A lot has rocked my face off this week and I don’t want to bore you with all the details. So, lets get started, and in no particular order (other than coffee, you already know) here is what rocked my face off this week: 

Coffee (specifically coffee with cinnamon added and hazelnut creamer), my kid turning EIGHT and being the funniest, wittiest, yet kindest kid I have ever met, creating yet another epic cake with said child.  He started helping me make his cakes when he was three and it is a huge production each year.  We draw pictures, we write lists, we plan colors, and most importantly we still laugh and dance in the kitchen.  (He would like everyone to know he is now two inches taller than me when standing on his helper chair.  I need you all to know this is absolutely not a flex because I’m short as hell), Not punching anyone at the family gathering yesterday… or more specifically not allowing myself to get baited into arguments with wounded people for their fucked up pleasure (holla!!), eating an entire plate of leftovers at one am because I am an adult and can do what I want, my brother making me my own peach cobbler because I am fucking princes (also until my nieces were born I was the only girl. Like I am the only granddaughter etc. Did that actually make me a princess? Maybe like a warrior princess that can fix tractors, build shit but also apply eyeliner like a pro), my friends and family making my dude’s birthday special (and helping me to get his game he wanted), being single for 8 years because once you have been single this long you are able to laugh a lot easier when people think you are about things you aren’t, do I want a relationship? Idk in my experience those have been pretty fucking dangerous, do I still want to connect sometimes with people living outside my head? Absolutely.  Also, I have only now met two men that have similar music taste as me and only one that has shown me new music. (It’s a love language, and a big one), speaking of music!! YouTube premium!? The Good Brother put me on his account, and holy fucking hell I don’t understand how it works but it manages  to play my actual brain. We are rocking punk one minute, then folk, then punk again, and some reggae, and my little adhd brain is so fucking happy.  Spotify could NEVER and they support ICE and war so fuck them and their wrapped. Speaking of war I am absolutely loving how awake this country is becoming to the bullshit that is happening.  I have not talked to one person that doesn’t understand the National Guard deaths in DC were an inside job because the regime is losing control.  And on that note I am closing out.  I still believe in people as a whole and that we can and will fight, and that rocks my face off. 

And you dear Craugher! YOU rock my face off. Thank you for stopping by and joining me for some gratitude this morning.  It feels good to be back and I wouldn’t without you. YOU rock my face off. 

All love. All ways. Always.