July 18, 2005

Perfect is good.

Ten Random Reasons Why I'm Happy Today

1. Because the carpets were professionally steam cleaned this morning. Because for approximately the next 24 hours, it will not look like the circus just passed through, elephants, chimps and all.

2. Because of The Turnip of Doom. (And other hilarious, utterly ridiculous stories like it which Spuddy Buddy makes up for my amusement in the car.)

3. Because when Shieldmaiden finishes fiddling, Fa-So-La-La practices piano, and when neither is doing either they are so often singing. Because I always hoped for children who sang and made music and now I have them and it makes my heart feel bubbly.

4. Because the stock I asked for (and got!) for Christmas has split and doubled. Which means that at the moment I am beating Great Scot in our nasty stock competition. ;-)

5. Because I had a Mico platter with lots of fresh salsa and hot jalapenos yesterday, which always sets my world back on its axis again. (Best Tex-Mex platter on the planet. Come see me and I'll treat.)

6. Because my best friend, who has been bearing a heavy burden, says she is feeling my prayers. Because prayers are truly heard.

7. Because my young friend with cancer is feeling stronger and her tumors have shrunk. Because I found her a really cute pair of earrings yesterday that will make her smile and make her little balding head look girlier. Because the US Mail will take them halfway across the country to her for about a buck. Isn't life great?

8. Because my cute boyfriend (the one I married) took me on a date this weekend and because we still have more to talk about after two decades than we have hours to talk. And because he still looks at me that way.

9. Because my children have such fine, Godly, funny, caring, wonderful, interesting, encouraging friends that I can only conclude that the Lord chose them for us.

10. Because I can't even begin to count my blessings.

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

Looks like you listed about 9 or 10 of them there. :-) You sound blessed.

Unknown said...

Well Queen,
Nice to hear things are going well for you. And this Tex-Mex you speak of? Don't really have a clue what that is but the jalapenos sounded good. You must make your way back to the good ol' Alabam' and make me some. Oh and also bring me some cowboy boots. REAL cowboy boots, as you say. Better yet, maybe I can make it out to texas sometime and we can go shopping for some. But if I do come I must be able to go mess around on "DaDaw's" farm. Ranch may be the texas term for it. And if you STILL havn't figured out who this is you can see if you can find out from MY blog. www.2amwisdom.blogspot.com
Much Love,
Elyo'eynay with gum on his nose.

Lynn Bruce said...

I know who you are, Mr. A. I know a lot of things about people. ;-) Welcome to the hive, my friend.

You will have to come see us to get Tex-Mex: it can't be made in foreign air space. Requires Texas air to cook up properly. Folks in other states never fail to try to convince travelling Texans differently -- "Oh, we DO have good Tex-Mex here! We'll show you!" It's a proverbial experience among Texans. Then they take us out to show us what Tex-Mex is, and we Texans, being famously friendly and accommodating sorts, chew and smile and make agreeable sounds (and we ARE always truly grateful for hospitable gestures, mind you)... but believe me, it ain't ever quite right.

For starters, let me just say that the words "enchilada" and "casserole" should never co-exist in the same recipe, much less the same paragraph. This one excepted, of course. And the making of guacamole, which does in fact make you better looking, involves ceremony, but does not ever, under any circumstances, involve butter or sour cream. Mercy. It does require garlic, lime juice, cilantro, serrano peppers and a few other mystery ingredients that I should not reveal on the internet.

As for the ranch/farm thing... please understand that what might be called a ranch elsewhere must be called a *farm* here lest one fall to ridicule, mockery, and the general poor opinion of the neighbors. Hollywood celebs like Julia Roberts can snag a piddling 60 acres outside of Taos and the media goes berserk reporting that she's "bought a ranch." That would be called an estate here, perhaps. Maybe a farm... maybe... but it would probably be modified by the adjective "small." Texans, natives anyway, know better than to call anything less than a full section of land a ranch, lest we be called braggarts or yankees down at the town square (now known as Walmart in most places). Just so you'll know. You would earn the esteem of your buddies down at the cafe if you referred to your 300 acres as "my little patch west of town" or something like that. Call it a ranch, and they're likely to spew hot coffee down their shirts. And there you'd be, "little rancher dude" for life.

You come on over, and we'll tank you up with some Tex-Mex and head on out to Justin, Texas to fit you up with some Justin boots. You'll feel lots better after that. It will all make perfect sense to you once you slide those boots on.

Get those boots and a little guacamole, and you could head back to Alabama a better looking man. Better looking than you are with gum on your nose, anyway.

;-)

X said...

You have way to many reasons to be happy. :)

fa-so-la-la said...

You have quite a few yourself.

X said...

And what do you mean by that Fa-So-La? Am I done with my assignment?

Anonymous said...

This sounds familiar. Ever read Caitlin's and my "What I love today" and "what I hate today" ITEMS in our letters? Rather similar. By the way, send me a line in the next she sends. I love to see your hadwriting make a neat patch in a page of Caitlin's scrawl. ;-) Love love.

fa-so-la-la said...

Humph!

X said...

What did I do wrong?

fa-so-la-la said...

Not you-- I'm humphing at my, ahem, best friend there who seems to like insulting my handwriting....

X said...

Ok, cool. What is wrong with your handwriting? Later

Anonymous said...

It probably has bad posture, from what ay-non is sayin'. That is, it does not stand straight up and probably leans this way or that. That would be my insider's guess.

X said...

Well, if it makes you feel any better fa-so-la, I have horrible handwriting. Also, I believe (but am probably wrong so please correct me) that handwriting is supposed to slant to the right. Anyway, I am very crooked often enough and would fail a writing test.

ithchick said...

Fa-so-la-la's handwriting is not crooked, it is meandering. It looks like the tangled vines around Sleeping Beauty's castle. You would have trouble finding any meaning in it.

Lynn Bruce said...

My, that has to win the prize for the most gracious and poetic attempt at describing her handwriting imaginable. It's not exactly the poetry I would have constructed to describe it, but hey. One person's vexation is another person's poetry, I suppose.

X said...

I can read very different handwriting. Trust me. If you can read mine (or understand notes I take) then I would say you can read most things.