Happy Thanksgiving 2010! (Special Bonus Retro Video!)

Who knew Bullwinkle was a bottom?

It's that time of year again, boys and girls! The day when we risk life and limb on the highways, endure invasive groping and/or soft-core pornographic scans of our junk at the airports, in order to pig out in the bosom of the loved ones we moved hundreds of miles to get away from so many years ago.

Yes, it's Thanksgiving, the annual celebration when we give thanks for... uh...er... well, we'll come up with something by the time it's our turn. Otherwise, we'll just repeat what someone else at the table said.

This year I am thankful for all of you who stop by to read my daily rants. I try to keep it informative, entertaining and fresh and it means a lot when I get comments from readers here and when I'm out and about around town. Thank you all so much!

This year the hubby and I have decided to stay home. We usually travel to North Carolina to see his folks, but this year, with his bad hip and my bum back, we're just not up to it. It sucks getting old. Don't do it if you can help it. While I'm on the subject, this year I am truly thankful to have such a supportive partner in Paul. He's been my rock through all this blogging stuff, even though I haven't made a dime from it (yet).

Most of you will be spending the day watching football, which I understand some of the gays actually like, but not this old queen. While I'm a big fan of athletes in tight pants smacking each other on the ass, I prefer to think of myself as a more traditional gay, because aside from all the prancing man-meat, I just don't see the appeal. I'll be catching the Macy's Parade, then it's an all day Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon on the Chiller channel. Speaking of the parade, I understand they've made the new Kung Fu Panda balloon out of Al Roker's leftover skin from his weight loss. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, boys and girls!

One of my favorite childhood Thanksgiving memories goes all the way back to 1964, when my family lived in Rutherford, NJ. My dad loaded my four-year-old self and my three older siblings into the station wagon and drove us across the river into Manhattan for the Macy's Parade, leaving the younger two at home with mom while she got things ready for dinner. The big draw at the parade that year was the cast of The Munsters riding in the Munster Mobile (the big one with the jump seat in the back, not the sporty little coffin model).

I remember how shocking it was to see, from my perch on my dad's shoulders, that Herman and Grandpa were green, not gray like they were on TV. I kept insisting that it wasn't really them, while my dad tried to explain the concept of black and white TV. Color didn't come along for a couple more years.

BTW, How cool is it that we live in a time when you can remember something that happened exactly 46 years ago to the day, then find a video of it within 5 seconds? That is something for which I am truly thankful, although I'm still waiting for the flying cars we were promised would be here in "The Future". (Those of you getting this via e-mail can view the Munsters Thanksgiving Parade video here.)

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!