To educate yourself for the feeling of gratitude means to take nothing for granted, but to always seek out and value the kind that will stand behind the action. Nothing that is done for you is a matter of course. Everything originates in a will for the good, which is directed at you. Train yourself never to put off the word or action for the expression of gratitude. Albert Schweitzer
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Friday, June 11, 2010
Day 162 - Freaky Friday
“I'm not that girl from Freaky Friday any more! I'm a real adult. In fact, I hate children! I hate them all!” ~Lindsay Lohan~ (BWAHAHAHAH *coughs & snorts* sorry, I just thought it was freakin hilarious)
The photo above says it all. I'm happy enough, just feeling upside down. Could be due to the bout of allergy induced insomnia I suffered or it could be the Sudafed haze. Either way, this loopy superhero should be in for a Freaky Friday.
Today I'm grateful for:
puppies with a foot fetish. Roy has a thing for licking my right foot when I get out of the shower. She sits there beside the tub with this look on his face, begging to lick only my right foot. The dogs a freak but I love him. Even if I HATE having my clean right foot licked.
10 years of being allergy free. I've been an allergy sufferer all my life. In fact, when I was a toddler, I had to suffer the indignity of the dreaded "Mom Bowl Cut" because I was allergic to my own hair. That's right stalkers, me, the mighty maintenance superhero had to take some purple liquid nastiness in order to have hair at all. This lasted until that fine baby hair turned into the thicker kids hair. For me that was about 5 years. My allergies just got worse from there and I spent years suffering and getting shots. That is until I moved to FL in 1999. There is something about this state that kept my allergies at bay till this year. THIS spring they've come back *sneezes* I have no idea why the party's over, but instead of being pissed off at something I can do nothing about, I choose to be grateful for the blessed 10 allergy free years. *sneezed*
my man. He took the Pixie to work with him today. How many men do you know that would take a hyper summer Pixie to work? Apparently he fed her giant muffins for breakfast and didn't bother to get me one *sulks* SOK, I love him anyway. But only cuz he's hot and I'm shallow.
FRIDAY! Two days off and no housework to do! *booty dances*
the movie Bolt. The man let me watch it last night. It feeds my "Peter Pan" syndrome and makes my childish heart happy. Wanna know where I get my obsession with hamsters and the word AWESOME! This would be it.