A Typical Sunday

There’s a stink-eye stare down going down at our house.  It is between Lola and me.  Before I get into that, a little background…

Yes, this is what awaits me on the weekends.

My husband makes me breakfast on Sunday and often Saturday mornings.  He makes eggs, hash browns, bacon, toast and coffee.  I have to admit, I love it when he indulges me like that.

Also, I LOVE bacon or as my husband calls it “freedom meat.”

Today, there were some um.... issues making breakfast.

Things That Make Me Happy

First, I’d like to say thank you to everyone that showed me love and support with my last post.  It was quite terrifying to put myself out there, but all the fears I had were quickly erased after the thoughtful comments, messages and texts began to appear.  Even more important was the fact that many people shared their own struggles with me and how they are working on getting stronger.  When you’re in the grip of despair, sometimes getting stronger seems impossible, but when people share where they were and where they are now… it gives you that much more hope to carry on and heal.

So in light of my last post, I thought I’d blog about things that give me great happiness.  Some are big things.  Some are little things.  They are not listed in any particular order.

The Price Is Right

I’ve been watching this show since I was a kid.  During summer breaks, my butt was plopped down in front of the television from 10:00-11:00AM during the week.  There’s nothing that gives me greater pleasure than watching someone win a car... okay, any prize!  I cheer and clap when someone gets a bonus spin and is going for that $25,000 on the wheel.  I almost wet myself with joy when a woman won a double showcase a couple weeks ago giving her the third-highest total ever won on the show – a little over $109,000.  Before you ask… I don’t like Plinko mostly because it rarely yields any big money.  Bonus: I can sing the Cliffhanger yodel.  Additional Bonus: I have been practicing my Barker Beauty walk and presentation for about 35 years.  They have been perfected.

The Day I’ll Never Live Down

Girls Rule - Boys Drool

I grew up in a family of all girls.  Because of this, I wasn’t exposed to many things my husband knows and loves from his childhood.  GI Joe, Transformers and Thundercats are a few that come to mind.  I’m not saying that I was devoid of “boy stuff”.  I regularly watched Batman and Spiderman and still hold the original Star Wars trilogy as some of the best movies of all time.  However, I must admit my ignorance to a lot of after-school television that catered to boys.

When it came to prime-time television, my parents were in control.  The basic rules were this, my father was in charge and if sports were on the schedule, that’s what we’d watch.  If no sports, he handed the reins to my mother and she selected our evening entertainment.  Because of this, we didn’t watch many crime shows because she hated them almost as much as she hated westerns.