Like most holidays, Thanksgiving is different for everyone. For most it is a time of giving thanks for friends, family and good fortune. In tough economic times like these, some may find it difficult to find the joy in the season. Remember though, that no matter how bad things get, it is likely that you are still better off than someone else. Even the very fact that you are reading this means that you have things to be thankful for.

Many of us celebrate our good fortune by entertaining our family and friends. I know that here in the Grant household, we enjoy filling the table with good food and good wine for all to share. I just want to remind everyone to think about your guests well being when you are pouring at the table tonight and for the rest of the holiday season. If someone has had a few too many, find them a comfy couch or a cab.

Over at Ask Patty today, Jody DeVere has chosen to share a most personal Thanksgiving story which is a real life reminder that we need to pay attention to our consumption and that of those around us. By now it surprises me to say this, but we also need to remember to make sure everyone buckles up. Grab a kleenex before you follow the link.

Please have a happy and safe Thanksgiving.

Big, bad Jesse James, the fabricating master who hosts TV’s Monster Garage and his wife, movie star Sandra Bullock came very close to becoming drunk driving statistics on Friday night. The pair were passengers in an SUV, when a drunken sailor housewife crossed over the center line in her station wagon near Gloucester, Massachusetts. Fortunately, both vehicles were only traveling at 15-20 kmh and there were no injuries.

Perhaps Jesse can make a monster of some sort out of the remains of both vehicles.

Source AP

It’s 1:30 am and I’m sound asleep, visions of rally cars(either that or Drew Barrymore in the chubby days) running through my head, when I was abruptly woken up by Mamma G who says someone has been hit by a car across the street. Or maybe the neighbor’s dog. I pull on my pants and head downstairs to check things out, while Mrs. G calls the police. “are you calling about the car that hit a tree?” Sandy calls down to say there is a car in a tree somewhere.

Well, that somewhere is our next door neighbor’s front lawn. The 5 foot high pile of snow between the driveways has been obliterated and there are drunk teenagers scattered all over the street. Some are crying, some are fighting, while others are trying to get away before the police arrive.
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