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friday TGIF "Don't count the days, make the days count" |
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YESS TGIF finally got here and to hear it from a sexy lady makes it better 
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I am really happy that the week is over. It wasn't a bad week, it is just that I'm anticipating bigger and better things in the weeks to come. My family is going to be all together for Thanksgiving. We have lots of traditions that signal the beginning of the Christmas season. As I get older, I'm finding more solice in the little things. When I was a kid, we attended mass on Thanksgiving morning, even though it was not a holy day. And I remember a particular hymn was sung on that morning. I loved the hymn because of the odd verbage in it. The song is We Gather Together. The verbage I enjoyed so much is "He chastens and hastens". Below are the lyrics as put down by Theodore Baker, 1894. This English version was written nearly 200 years after the original Dutch version. We Gather Together We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing; He chastens and hastens His will to make known. The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing. Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own. Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining, Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine; So from the beginning the fight we were winning; Thou, Lord, were at our side, all glory be Thine! We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader triumphant, And pray that Thou still our Defender will be. Let Thy congregation escape tribulation; Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free! "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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After Thanksgiving Mass, my dad would take all the kids to the bakery. There we purchased "frozen dough rolls". I don't know what made them special, but to this day, I have never had a roll that tasted as good. These rolls would be saved for use with the leftover turkey late in the evening, when people were ready for a snack. We would also purchase jelly donuts or a crumb bun for each of us for breakfast (as we hadn't been allowed to eat before communion). A quick stop home to drop off the rolls and then my dad would take us for the drive around our city to pick up our grandparents. His father lived in a senior citizen complex and there would always be people sitting out waiting for their kin to arrive, or just looking to catch the company of someone elses grandkids. I remember us dancing and singing and running about to the joy of their laughter. Next stop was back home to drop off grandma and my youngest sister (who still took a nap before dinner). While there, we watched what was left to the Macy's Parade, we each used the bathroom, received a tangarine snack, and got a bag of stale bread to feed the ducks a special Thanksgiving meal. Back into the car we piled with my dad and his father for a trip to a park we only went to on Thanksgiving. There we walked along the pond and gleefully feed our bread crumbs to the ducks, which I now realize were geese on their way south for the winter. It was a lovely tradition that I will cherish always, as will my sisters. It doesn't matter to any of us that it was all a ruse to keep us out of my mother's hair while she made dinner for the throngs of relatives that would arrive in the late afternoon. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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i always look for fridays and have the best time i can
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