The game of “This or That” can be extremely frustrating with its limited choices, don’t you think? I find myself considering the two things and thinking ‘well, it depends…’ and wishing there were a third option. So I made up my own game with the addition of ‘other’.
Truth/Dare/Don’t Even Ask
Stripes/Polka Dots/The Family Tartan Plaid
White Wine/Red Wine/Double Harvey Wallbanger
Black Coffee/Coffee with Cream and Sugar/Triple Venti Half Sweet Non Fat Caramel Macchiato
Drive/Fly/Hot Air Balloon
Ferris Wheel/Roller Coaster/Drop of Doom
Gift Wrap/Gift Bag/Gift Card in a Plain White Envelope
Baby Doll/Teddy Bear/Voodoo Doll
Make a Plan/Be Spontaneous/Fly by the Seat of Your Pants
Roller Skates/Roller Blades/Roller Derby
Phone Call/Text/Hand Written Note on Expensive Stationery
Marathon/Sprint/Watching it all on TV
Cake/Pie/Brazilian Chocolate Brigadeiro
See the Future/Change the Past/Live in the Moment
The purpose of these questions is supposedly getting to know someone, so let’s take it a step further and conduct a scientific analysis, like they do in those quizzes on Facebook.
If you picked mostly first answers, you are pretty predictable and, let’s face it, rather boring. However, you are also calm, careful and charismatic. (It’s always best to say something nice in these conclusions so people won’t hate your quiz and call it garbage.)
If you picked mostly second answers it means you take the time to consider the options and don’t just grab on to the first thing that pops up. You are adventurous, warm-hearted and optimistic. Seriously, your answers did indicate all that, I didn’t just make it up.
If the majority of your answers were of the ‘other’ variety, holy moly, you are just plain weird. And by that I mean imaginative, mysterious and bordering on brilliant. But mostly just plain weird.
Well, this nonsense is making me want to go take some REAL Facebook quizzes and find out who I was in another life and what kind of chocolate I most resemble based on my zodiac sign. Important stuff.
Hope your Saturday is enlightening and fun. But mostly fun. With a little weird thrown in.
If you had a shelf for your three most special possessions (not including photos, electronic devices and things stored on them, people or animals), what would you put on it?
In my bedroom there is a little white shelf which used to have a desk under it and so was useful for holding desk related stuff. Now the desk is moved and the shelf has become a catch-all, but today I cleared it off and found three special possessions to put on it instead so I could share my (slightly reorganized) world with you and answer this question. You may already be familiar with my alien giraffe. Next to him is my Starbucks dog sporting various pieces of jewelry that I am saving even though their value is purely sentimental. And then there’s my cow piggy bank which I love mostly because it’s not a pig. A long time ago I filled it up with loonies and toonies saving for my trip to Scotland. It’s been mostly empty ever since.
Strange things to treasure I suppose, but they make me smile. What’s the point of possessions if they don’t make you feel happy? And if they all went missing tomorrow it would not be a devastating loss. They are just things, and things come and go. Except maybe for that giraffe who could possibly be one of a kind.
If you had a box labelled ‘happiness’, what would you put in it?
I would never try to put happiness in a box. Happiness should be wild and free and as changeable as the weather, otherwise how would we learn to appreciate it? It might sometimes seem illusive but it is also boundless, and always better shared.
What do you want more of in your life?
Winning lottery tickets please. Even just one would be fine. A big one, not those silly free plays. I was going to say “cowbell” but thought the ticket thing sounded slightly more sane.
Daily Life List: What do you do on an average day? Make a list of your usual activities you do each day.
This reminds me of the time Vanna White (the letter turner on Wheel of Fortune) wrote a book about her life in which she described how she does sit ups, what she eats, and how she likes to crochet. The bio has been described as brilliant and brainless. I didn’t read it because I didn’t care what she was up to in her private life. I will completely understand if you also don’t care about mine and skip this part. I will probably get bored with it before lunch myself.
Stumble in to the bathroom half asleep and take my thyroid medication. It works best if it’s taken on an empty stomach first thing in the morning with lots of water. I think all that is true but I may have made some of it up.
Stumble in to the kitchen and make coffee.
By now I have stopped stumbling about and feel sufficiently competent and alert enough to take and record a fasting blood sugar reading. If old people did not have medical issues to deal with they would have absolutely nothing to talk about.
Sit down and drink my coffee while checking out on my iPad (in random order) Words With Friends, Facebook, Clash of Clans, crossword puzzles, blog notifications and e-mails.
Breakfast! Sometimes W makes us bacon and eggs. Sometimes he doesn’t and I have to fend for myself.
Shower, hair, varying degrees of makeup, take the rest of my meds, get dressed, dishes, laundry, walk, trampoline, lunch, write a blog post, reply to comments, read blogs I follow, make or add to a grocery list for W, decide on some random thing for dinner, clean something. Oh, wait, you said every day. Scratch that last one.
Start or finish something in the art room. Even if it’s just getting things organized and sorted. Look on Pinterest for inspiration.
Wonder where the afternoon went.
Eat, do more dishes, check blood sugar in there again somewhere once or twice, drink some decaf, play some games, try not to think about snacks, watch some Netflix.
Go to bed and read whatever strange thing I currently have on my Kindle. Teeth brushed, face washed, blah blah blah. Whew. That was exhausting. I hope you were able to keep up with me.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Our eldest grandson had a wrestling tournament here in the city this weekend, so while he and dad and younger brother and grandpa spent their Saturday at that, the girls and I finished up art projects and wasted time on electronic devices. Well I never claimed to be a great role model. Anyway, it was lovely to have them all here for a couple of nights.
This weekend I had my MRI done (they schedule these things for weekend evenings) so I’m grateful to have that over with. Not that it’s anything unpleasant except for the hospital gown and the shower cap thing they put on your head, and the headphones and the small enclosed space and the twilight zone noises. And being asked before the procedure if you have a living will, so that you can dream up all kinds of potential MRI disasters while you’re in the machine.
I am looking forward to getting the results, although not to the appointment where that happens because I foolishly booked it for 9:00 a.m. Have I really been away from work so long that nine o’clock in the morning seems like an ungodly hour to be out and about? I mean you’ve seen how busy my average daily schedule can be. I’ll probably have to work in a nap somewhere that day. Hey, one more thing to look forward to.
If I am boring myself enough with all my health related thoughts that I can’t stay awake to write them down, then there isn’t much chance that anyone else will find them gripping. Or helpful. Thus my procrastination when it comes to ending this blog-neglect thing I have going on.
But I seriously have NOTHING much else happening in my life just now.
Except maybe for Facebook where I read this little story about a nurse who was bathing her patient when he asked her, “Are my testicles black?” So she checked them out for him and reassured him that everything looked just fine down there.
“Well, that’s great,” he said, “But what I asked you was ARE MY TEST RESULTS BACK?”
This is a perfect example of how I hear things, all mangled up and misconstrued and just not quite on the money. W requested the other day from another room that I put play dough on the grocery shopping list. That’s what I heard. I think it could have been bagels or maybe Leggo. I don’t know.
And when I went for more needle biopsies on my neck last week (follow-up from a year ago in case there are changes) the doctor told me when he was finished to keep the band-aid on for fifty hours. That sounded odd, so I wondered if maybe he meant fifteen hours, but that seemed a strange time frame too. A few hours?? Then he went on to talk about pain killers and results and another visit and I had to pay attention to all that so I forgot to ask for clarification on the band-aid issue. I took it off when it started to itch. I am still alive.
Whenever I ask W to repeat himself he gets annoyed and on my case about getting a hearing aid. But I don’t want one yet. And here are some of the reasons why I’m being stubborn about it.
I have inherited my dads intolerance for noise. He didn’t like the television or the radio blaring away either. Or people who shouted when they talked. Or a lot of different types of racket going on at once. He liked peace and quiet. Me too.
At night I can still hear clocks ticking and faucets dripping and dogs barking and husbands snoring. I’d like to get deaf enough to NOT hear those things. Then we’ll talk. And I won’t be able to even wildly guess what you’re telling me, so won’t that be fun?
When I was an optician I found people in denial about their need for progressive lenses to be the most apt to dislike them and not adapt to wearing their new multi focal glasses. I’ve heard it’s the same with hearing aids. I don’t want to spend all that money on something until I’m sure I need it and really want it and will wear it and like it. The option of being able to turn it off at will is certainly appealing.
Part of my hearing “problem” is no doubt my inability to pay attention. My mind wanders off on tangents. I zone out. Teachers often remarked about how much time I spent day dreaming. I’m still doing it. Sorry, did you say something?
The things I hear are often way funnier than the things actually being said. Who would want to give that up?
So, how do you like my new lazy Christmas decorating method where you don’t take anything ordinary away but simply add some holiday stuff to the junk you already have lying around? Whoa, Martha’s got nothing on me. If you’re disagreeing with that, I can’t hear you.
Where did you live at age five? Is it the same place or town you live now?
The year I was five we moved from one farm to another one. Of the first farm I have relatively few memories, except that it was close to grandmas, it was a very long walk from the house to the barn and I was not allowed to go there on my own, and in the house we could run around in a big circle from the kitchen, past the stairs, through the living room and back to the kitchen. There was a hand pump for water in the kitchen and a dark shed (where the dog lived) attached to the back door.
The new farm, to my five-year-old mind, was utopia in comparison. The run in circles was twice as long, through the dining room, past the stairs, through the living room and into the kitchen, past the basement stairs and back to the dining room. We could also run up the front stairs and down the back ones, and from the front lawn to the side lawn to the back lawn, across the driveway and another side lawn and back to the front. Obviously, running around in circles at this stage in my life was extremely important to me.
A lot of family still lives in that area so I go back to visit frequently, but I haven’t lived there, or in that province, for over 40 years.
Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
Our farm was in the midst of many small-town Ontario towns, but I consider the one where I went to high school as my home town. It was on the shores of Lake Huron, had amazing sunsets, and filled up with beach-going tourists in the summer. I liked it just fine.
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Hey, I still haven’t decided. I was very good at running, with all that practice, and won lots of races in elementary school, so being an Olympic runner crossed my mind. Then I became a lazy teenager who ran one relay race at one track and field meet (we came in second) and my ambitions shifted to obtaining my driver’s license and getting the hell off the farm. After that, my plans were always rather vague. University, teachers college, meeting interesting men, going to parties. (I wonder for priorities sake if I should have put all that in reverse order.)
You are invited to a party that will be attended by many fascinating people you never met. Would you attend this party if you were to go by yourself?
Sure. I will be one of those fascinating people in attendance. Just hopefully no one asks me what I want to be when I grow up.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for our amazing weather, pretty much unheard of for here in a normal January. I know there’s a lot more winter to come, but this has been a lovely little break in the middle. A long cold month which usually drags on forever has turned out to be pleasantly quick in passing by.
Next week I’m going to see an audiologist. All that running around in circles as a child probably damaged my ear drums somehow, and I’m paying for it now. I think I can hear just fine until people mumble at me on the phone, or garble some strange nonsense from another room, or when I decide I can’t understand what people in movies are saying without subtitles across the bottom of the screen. Yep, it’s time.
The Nano Poblano Oddly Specific Gratitude Blog Hop
Thanks Kim at Drunk on Life for tagging me to continue this rather impressive list of gratefulness. I’m happy to have discovered so many new blogging friends, especially the ones who are drunk on life. There is no better way to be.
Here are the rules:
Add to the list with your own oddly specific bits of gratitude. Add as few or as many things as you’d like. Include a picture or two if you’d like… but you certainly don’t have to. Put your name at the top of the list to see where yours started and the next blogger’s begins.
Tag the post with the usual pepper tags and oddly specific gratitude.
Tag another pepper to add to the list by linking to their About page, but there’s a catch! When you tag the next blogger, be sure to include a bit about why you’re grateful to be in the same blogging world with them.:) (Try not to tag anyone who has already been tagged that way more people get to join in the fun.) The List of Oddly Specific Gratitude
Nerd in the Brain:
1. the smell of wild onions when I mow the lawn
2. coffee makers (having the coffee already prepared in the mornings is magical)
3. the way my crazy dog barks likes a vicious beast at the horses across the road, but then cowers behind me like a needy wimp whenever a horse actually comes close
4. hearing my husband talk on the phone to the rest of his team at work… it reminds me that he’s not just my silly, sweet, awesome husband… he’s also my competent, responsible, highly skilled husband
5. opening a blank lesson plan book and imagining the possibilities to come
6. sausage balls
7. watching Grace’s enthusiasm for all things musical
8. the way I can hear a smile on Olivia’s face whenever we say hello or goodbye on the phone
9. knitting with really soft, squishy yarn
Not a Punk Rocker
10. Getting a random text when Matthew is in cell-signal range. (“Hi”)
11. Awesome stuff in the mail, including Legos and letters from friends, making me smile when I need it the most at the end of a long day.
12. Cherry chapstick.
13. Somebody found my blog by searching for “deadpool talks about political social issues” yesterday.
14. Skype and chat for keeping me in touch with friends in “real-time” when one or the other of us needs it the most.
15. Finding new blogs to read and follow through this challenge!
Jackie P (tobreathistowrite)
16. Having friends like I do here in the blogging world. You all make my days brighter.
17. My dog Sam. He loves me unconditionally, wish more people could love like that. Plus, he makes me laugh daily.
18.Coffee. Without it the world would be a much sadder and thirsty place. And I would be a much harder person to deal with.
19. All the bright and cheerful colors around. Something about bright colors makes me happy. The gold of the sun, the cerulean blue of the sky, the wonder of a rainbow, they never cease to make me glad I’m alive.
20. Books…… you all know what I mean.
Fish of Gold
21. Spell check. Even though it did just strangely try to correct my horribly botched spelling of “another” to “Antoine.” I don’t even know anyone named Antoine, spell check.
22. I’m grateful to myself for being the sucker who couldn’t walk away from my dog’s cage at the animal rescue. My failure to do so has converted 70 dog pounds into a metric ton of joy and unconditional love.
23. Male’s hilariously failed attempts at sexting.
24. My sense of humor. I wouldn’t have survived this long without it.
25. To the Peppers for continuing my harebrained Nano Poblano Blog Hop Story idea and turning it into something unexpectedly awesome. Go Team Pepper
26.I also second #18.
Knocked Over by a Feather
27. My aunts Oreo truffles. They are addictive.
28. Finding my comfy spot in bed.
29. Receiving a spontaneous real hug from my daughter, which rarely happens.
30. Watching stupid TV with my husband.
31. Hearing my mom call me sweetie or something similarly saccharine sweet on the phone
Mental Mama ( Mental in the Midwest)
32. the world’s best tiny mommy
33. Evie and Sissy Cats
34. lithium, depakote, and gabapentin
35. the world’s most amazing support network
36. good dark chocolate, preferably with cherries
37. the jumbo margaritas at Romeo’s – lime, on the rocks, extra salt
38. My dear wife Karen for buying me two season tickets for Syracuse University football six years ago, going to every game with me (but one when she went on a cruise) since and turning home game Saturdays into Happy Happy days win or lose. 39. That Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle usually looks like this on the end of the living room couch and her specially covered ottoman daily come 10 p.m. after a day of enthusiastically ruling our Syracuse city home we call Little Bitty
40. That Karen talked me into going to the Paws for the Cause rescue dog event that March day four years ago when we saw Ellie marching around in her orange “Adopt Me” vest.
41.That my daughter Elisabeth was smart enough and confident enough and brave enough to go back to school this fall to get her associate’s degree and New York State certificate to become a physical therapist’s assistant, 2 1/2 years after getting her bachelor’s in biology.
42. That writing every day on markbialczak.com since Oct. 27, 2013 has turned out to be so much fun.
43.That Sheena Not a Punk Rocker talked me into hosting Nano Poblano this year, allowing me to meet so many interesting new bloggers! Wait. I want to add two more exclamation points to this one!!
Coulddoworse (Rachel or Lundygirl)
44. The park that I walk through four mornings a week
45. Iced fingers
46. Crochet and blogging; though never at the same time
47. making something beautiful
49. Hot toasted sandwiches with my family on a very rainy bank holiday.
50. beauty that you see in the detail
51. Great memories to mull over and enjoy.
Notes Tied On The Sagebrush
52. I am grateful that I was able to copy this whole list with pictures and get it pasted on to my post without messing it up at all, I hope.
53. I am grateful for my kids xoxo, and my husband xoxo
54. I am grateful to read good books, and watch good films
55. Good food, good wine and good friends
56. That I live in the state of California, USA
57. Discussions with my blogger friends and getting their support for my writing
Linda G. Hill – Life in Progress
58. That moment when I’m not aware that I’m falling asleep.
59. The one Smartie (candy-coated chocolate) that tastes slightly different than every other one in the box.
60. #18 – on this list, not the number eighteen.
61. That my children are alive.
62. Whatever it is that compels me to write; specifically to tell stories.
Idiot Writer ~ Idiot Writing :
63. Poetry (obviously) – mostly my poetry – I need it – lots to say things I cannot say any other way.
64. The Sun – when it shines in the UK.
65. The cheap chocolate bars I found! (and so do not feel guilty buying)
66. The fire-place – though I hate the smoke it emits.
67. Figuring out how to pump the tyre on my car yesterday.
68. Internet – SPEcifiCALLY – finding WordPress.
69. Saturdays – Cos I do not drive on Saturdays. Usually.
70. The sound system in my car – and my teens choice of music…it COULD have been – so so – not good.
71. I nearly forgot about SALT. Salt has so many uses! I am eternally grateful that salt – AND potatoes exist.
72. Last but not least…or rather first – EVER so, very grateful – that Linda has wine. 😛
I’m grateful for:
73. The 11 bloggers who came up with 72 oddly specific items for which they are grateful, leaving me to really stretch to come up with anything new or different.
74. That said, I wish to second, third, or fourth (I’ve lost count) #18. COFFEE!
75. God, the almighty creator of everything and everyone, for granting in me the wisdom to…oh damn, the devil made me write that. Never mind.
76. Those rare days when I’m able to sleep later than 6 a.m.
77. My wife, for being a wonderful mother who stayed home to raise two great kids while I was off doing my worky-thing.
78. San Francisco weather, because it never snows, never gets below freezing, and never gets really hot and muggy.
79. My health, except for my vertigo, tinnitus, and my current lameness due to plantar fisciitis. But otherwise, my health is pretty damn good.
80. My blog and the fellow bloggers I interact with on pretty much a daily basis.
82. The Oxford comma and those who use it.
Lucy at the Excessive Gardener
I am grateful for :
83. I am so grateful forEvernote. Those of us who use and cherish it know why life is so much better. I am really grateful that I spend the few dollars each month for the premium version.
84. Golden Retrievers. My Golden, Roger, died years ago and I still miss him. I live with a Golden, my roommate’s, and he is a joy and a pain to live with but he is proof that if you know one Golden Retriever, you know them all.
85. My new knee. How wonderful it is to walk without pain. I can hardly wait to have the other knee replaced.
86. The drug Avastin. The FDA withdrew approval of the chemo drug for breast cancer, which means insurance companies won’t cover it, and it is not cheap. I was lucky and got in on clinical trials for Avastin. It saved my life.
87. That I live in Florida, right where I want to be: minutes from white, sandy beaches and warm Gulf waters and only 2 hours to Disney World.
88. Better World Books. If you know it, you know what I mean.
89. Quad Core.
90. Defensive gardening. There’s nothing more satisfying than out-smarting a bug or an animal.
Now my list:
91. I’ll start by saying what goes without saying but should be said anyway: I’m grateful for my husband Mark, my family, and my friends.
92. I’m grateful that I live in the Twin Cities (Minneapolis-St. Paul) of Minnesota. We have an amazing combination of abundant cultural opportunities, a highly educated and literate population, PLUS endless amounts of parks, lakes, bike trails, you name it. We need the horrific winters to keep out the riffraff.
93. I’m grateful for having a job that provides me opportunity for (partially) subsidized travel experiences.
94. As everyone else said, #18 (coffee!)
95. I’m grateful for books! So many books! So many writers with so many words! As long as I have the capacity to read, I’ll never be bored.
96. I’m grateful that my husband has the best hobby ever: in his spare time, he makes furniture out of wood in our garage. He loves doing it and I love the furniture he makes for me. Talk about win-win!
97. I am grateful for the internet, which provides me with the opportunity to blog and to meet all of you amazing bloggers. I’m particularly grateful for the Nano Poblano Peppers for the sense of community y’all have been providing this month.
98. Cats! I’m grateful for my kitties Tennessee and Zelda for being such cute and cuddly pains in the butt.
Me – Who Am I
I’m grateful for:
99. Warmth! When it’s -10 outside, I’m grateful for a heater that works.
100. We made it to 100! I feel privileged to be the one who fills this one out.
101. My son. He shows me the world in a way that no one else can.
102. Fellow bloggers and the wonderful community we have here.
103. Today I’m grateful for today; a day that I may not have had.
104. Fruit. Fruit does a body good.
105. Sleep, finally! Insomnia is terrible.
Me Next – Chatter Master
106. Not having a body temperature of 94 degrees.
107. Fat baby cheeks that split in to super wide grins and smiles with various numbers of teeth-when they see me.
108. That moment at the end of the day when I know I’m done “doing” all that I am going to do for the day and there are those peaceful few minutes of quiet and relaxing with my husband.
109. Saying “I love you” at the end of phone calls and visits and not feeling awkward about it. And knowing my kids don’t either because I raised them with it being easy to say “I love you”.
110. Remembering a song from childhood and thinking no one else in the world knows it, only to Youtube it and there it is!
111. People. Good people. I’m so very thankful for good people.
Pssst! It’s me, Ann Koplow, from The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally, trying to let go of judgment and add my list of oddly specific gratitudes, starting with #112, which is a number I have no particular associations with:
112. Numbers and other things I have no particular associations with, since I love seeing things in a new light, letting go of baggage from the past.
113. Numbers and other things that I do have particular associations with, since I love things that have been in my life, up to this point.
114. Even though #112 and #113 cover everything in the universe (at least the way I think), I am also oddly specifically grateful for the way I think.
115. Everybody who had ever read my blog or anybody else’s blog, which may seem oddly general instead of oddly specific, at this point. (I’ve been in a very feisty mood lately, so I would like to see ANYBODY give me a difficult time about how I’m choosing to participate here.)
116. My cats, including Oscar, shown here moments after he accidentally accessed Siri — the alleged “personal helper” on my iPhone — having about as much luck getting help from her as I usually do:
117. My keyboard (pictured) and my fingers (not pictured):
118. Photos I take accidentally with my iPhone, like that one directly above.
119. People I meet during the day who are willing to engage in an authentic, open way, even if only for a moment, like Kenny
who stands guardian at the parking lot where I get my medical care, where I’ve been needing to go to several appointments lately because nobody knows what the hell is going on with my health.
120. My memory, which allows me to quote, accurately enough, dialogs I have with people like Kenny, such as:
Kenny (obviously using the memorized script he has to say to every driver who enters the parking lot since, apparently, people are parking there who shouldn’t be): Do you have an appointment here? Are you a patient?
Me (making an exaggerated sad face, because I REALLY DON’T WANT TO BE GOING TO A MEDICAL APPOINTMENT and then nodding “yes” slowly, saying nothing).
121. My memory, which allows me to recall another thing Kenny said to me, after I Laughed Out Loud: “You have a good day, sweetie.” (Yes, I know this is supposed to be a list of Oddly Specific Gratitude, not Oddly Repetitive Gratitude, but please see #115, above.)
122. The room to have all my feelings, including sadness, humor, fear, disappointment, annoyance, gratitude, etc. etc. etc.
123. The opportunity to end lists (at least my portion of them)
After I published this post, I realized I forgot to include something, for which I am NOT oddly specifically grateful:
Michael’s cooking. On what planet would it be odd to be grateful for that?
Kim at Drunk on Life
Not sure if I start with “123.” or “124.” if I include Ann’s postscript?
I’ll go “124.” so…
124. My warm, fuzzy Sasquatch slippers
125. Sunsets from the terrace at my loft.
126. A fire in the fireplace on chilly Sunday mornings, especially if accompanied by #127/#18
127. #18 (Coffee ) even more so with an upgrade (a little Bailey’s Irish Cream)
128. My sister-cousins Patti and Christa. Let me be clear that “Sister-cousins” are not a weird Southern relationship like an “Uncle Daddy.” It’s merely cousins that are more like sisters and mine are a wonderful part of my life.
129. Making jewelry. I don’t do it much anymore, usually just for gifts around the holidays, but I like working with beautiful materials and the soothing feeling you get while working with your hands (and letting your brain go wander).
130. That awesome feeling when you get “your hairs did” as we say in the South. Going to the salon, getting a shampoo with a scalp massage, a glossy new cut and color and the fabulous super-shiny blowout that makes you feel like a rockstar for the rest of the day until you sleep on your glorious new “do” and wake up in the morning looking like a haystack (i.e. back to normal).
131. The good things about Christmas (not the commercial, mass media stuff). Christmas music, candles, Christmas trees and all the sparkly holiday decor, parties, party dresses, cookies, old movies, feeling festive…most of all being with friends and family and the stuff that’s all still a little magical.
132. Nano Poblano and Team Pepper. The support and comments and community are wonderful and I have greatly appreciated being a part of it.
Grandmalin at Breathing Space
133. My little library, which doubles as a spare bedroom, so when you sleep over at my house you can stay up all night reading.
134. The Kindle I have now, which is not the original one (I have gone through 4 of them). They just keep getting better. I could read on my I-Pad or my I-Phone (if I wanted to go slowly cross eyed) but Kindle was my first love for downloaded books. If I find a book there that I really love, I just might go out and buy the real thing to add to my library to tempt visitors to stay up all night reading borrow them. Yes, it’s a lending library as all good libraries should be.
135. Just to be oddly specific about my love for coffee, I am grateful for my little Tassimo which brews one hot, fresh, delicious cup of coffee at a time.
136. The specific spot on the love seat in the living room where I sit every morning to read, and every evening to draw, and a whole lot during the day to do a whole bunch of nothing much. The arm rest is a perfect spot for my I-Pad to perch to blat out Netflix movies, there is a little table for my coffee and my jar of pencils, room beside me for my sketch book, and a view of the outside world straight ahead out the living room window if I choose to ever look up. The butt print you see there? Yes, that is mine.
137. I know saying “family” is not very specific, so here’s the short list – husband, adult children, five grandchildren, siblings and their families. The long list includes relatives too numerous to mention, except for a special two who are both estheticians and do great pedicures on these ugly old lady feet. Which then turn out to be not so ugly after all.
I am tagging willowdot21 who has been a faithful Team Pepper participant all month, and whose blog I have followed for a long time. Her “If We Were Having Coffee” posts are delightful. I wonder if she’ll say she’s grateful for coffee…
On January 4th, 1809, Louis Braille was born in France. He’d be two hundred and three years old today if he were still around. This of course has nothing at all to do with the posted picture, but since I cannot think of even one remotely interesting thing to say about a giraffe mask, the Braille birthday info is what you get.
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