I guess that’s been a common problem lately, huh? I sure am glad I saved a file with these on my computer. OK, here are number 1-19.
1. My daughter. She’s a bright, quirky 4 year old who is quite literally the sunshine of my life. She reminds me that every day is an adventure just waiting to be lived.
2. My family. Yeah, sometimes they take me for granted, hurt my feelings, and make me want to tear my hair out. But when the really big catastrophes of life strike, they are my first-responders, cheering me on in their own dysfunctional way.
3. My hair. I was blessed with great hair. It’s thick, healthy, and supermodel sexy. I wouldn’t cut if off if ya paid me to!
4. Homegrown tomatoes sliced thick and piled high on multi-grain bread with lots of mayo. Yum! (Man, I’m making myself hungry.)
5. Car karaoke. There’s nothing better than cranking the radio and singing at the top of my lungs when I’m alone in the car. I can belt out a mean “Redneck Woman” when the urge strikes me.
6. Harry Potter. Is it bizarre for a 33 year old woman to like a series of children’s books so much? They are so well-written, I just can’t get enough.
7. My cats, Boo, Puffy, and Frosty. They are always good for a snuggle whenever I need them.
8. Museums. I’m just like a big sponge soaking up everything when I visit one. Some of my favorites are the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago, the St. Louis Art Museum (I actually cried when I saw the Monet), and the Smithsonian’s Museum of American History. Next on the agenda – the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum.
9. Eighties music. I’m a child of the eighties, so I guess this one was a given. But the music back then was so fun. It’s hard not to smile when you’re listening to Oingo Boingo, Falco, and Til Tuesday, not to mention Wham, Duran Duran, and Madonna before she started taking herself so seriously.
10. Movies that make me cry. Not like it’s so hard to make me cry at a movie. I even cried at the end of the Spongebob movie when he finally made manager. LOL. My favorite crying movie is Steel Magnolias. I’ve seen Shelby kick the bucket dozens of times, and yet I still have to keep a box of tissues handy. I always feel better afterward though, so it’s worth it.
11. Walking barefoot in the grass. I love wiggling my toes in the breeze. Just nobody tell my podiatrist.
12. Writing. I got away from it for a very long time, but now I hear it calling me again. I’ve always done most of my writing when I’ve been unhappy, so most of what I’ve written has been depressing as hell. I’m trying to change that by using this happy list as a part of my writing practice. We’ll see if it works.
13. The smell of fresh-cut grass. Ah, the surefire sign that spring has returned. It makes me feel like a kid again.
14. Christmas. I love everything about it, putting up the tree, decorating the house, shopping, wrapping presents, the music, the food, the time spent with loved ones, even the snow. I tend to get a little overboard with it, but that’s most of the fun. In all seriousness, I really want to create great holiday traditions for my daughter that one day she’ll share with her own children.
15. Swimming. I’ve always had a weight problem and hated exercise, but the water seems to be to eliminate that factor. There’s a certain delirious joy in smoothly cutting through the water doing laps.
16. My couch. It’s overstuffed black vinyl. Sure, it’s far from brand-new—our old neighbor gave it to us when he moved. But when you sit on it, it embraces you like a hug from your grandma. I’ve never been so comfortable in all my life.
17. Cartoons. Yes, I am an overgrown child. I like Spongebob, Scooby Doo, Simpsons, and Jimmy Neutron, just to name a few.
18. Old Victorian houses. I like the formal feeling of these old houses, the sense of history, and the gorgeous color schemes on the outside. Man, I gotta get me one of them again.
19. Breakfast. Eggs, sausage, pancakes, bacon, French toast, muffins…man, it’s all good. Breakfast for supper is even better. Breakfast at Denny’s or IHOP at 2AM makes me do a little happy dance.