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One of the things that always has me heaving a sigh of relief is the fact that I no longer work retail. And even though the store I was employed with was not one to be mobbed, it was still a pain in the ass to work on Black Friday.

I am thankful that my family does not carry the shopping trait. While we look for sales as often as the next person, we don’t have that urge to get up at 3 to wait for a store to open at 4.

I’m thankful for all of you who read my blog. It means a lot to me that someone else besides me visits every now and then.

I’m thankful for having the opportunity to do volunteer work with Bill Foundation.  I almost feel guilty getting to sit with dogs for a few hours every other weekend because it’s something I really, really enjoy.

Bill Foundation has helped me get out of a dark place. After my Murphy passed away, I was exteremly lost. Being with dogs who needed just a little show of affection got me back on track.

Through this wonderful organization, I got to meet some of the sweetest dogs ever who have happily found their forever homes:

We’re currently hanging by a thread. The economy is slowly recovering, but Bill Foundation got hit just as hard as anyone. Recently some of our dogs were scooped up by another rescue organization, and some of our sponsors have been unable to donate as generously as they have in the past. Hopefully we will be able to pull through, but things are looking grim.

So I’m asking you all for a huge favor: if you can either open up your home as a foster parent or donate a little something, it would help a HUGE amount. (BTW, I realize that it seems all I do is ask for money on here, but it’s for a FABULOUS cause.)

Phew. It’s getting harder and harder to share stuff with you on a daily basis. That’s what I use Twitter for.

It’s less than a week ’til Thanksgiving, so I figured it would be appropriate to share what it is I’m thankful for as I count down the days where I can go back to posting once or twice a week/month.

I’m thankful that my car saved my life, otherwise I wouldn’t be here “entertaining” you with my posts. :) So Thank You, VW Beetle.

(To be honest, I never factored in the possibility of death until a week after the accident. All I was thinking of was the amount of money it’d cost to fix it and how I just made my last car payment 3 months ago.)