I’d like to respond to the
second “installment” of her “favourite things” about moi.
the next 15 favourite things… (posted by TLC on Tuesday, March 25, 2014 ):
Yes. I hate turning left.
I especially, positively, and absolutely REFUSE to try to turn left across two
or more lanes of ongoing and/or semi-heavy or even mildly steady traffic. It stresses me out. Majorly. Makes me cRaZy. I won’t do it. I go
right. Period. (If you happen to work for UPS , give me a buzz. I’ve been retired for three
months now and might consider puttin’ on a pair of those sassy brown shorts.)
Dad does roll his eyes
when we even talk about splitting a meal somewhere. And, yet, he and I have
started to do it. This happens, for example, when we are 100% certain that we’d
both be happy to have a hamburger and we’ve seen how big they are (The Shed in Weatherford, Texas!). If we aren't sure how big they are? We can't risk it. We order two. It really does make
sense to even him. It’s healthier. It’s cheaper. End of story.
Yes. Numerology is
FASCINATING. I don’t understand why everyone doesn’t think so.
Angels? They are here. On
Earth. Guarding us. Guiding us. Protecting us. I have not one single doubt.
Prayer can, and does, help us. Heal us. Calm us. Give us strength when we feel
hopelessly weak. I’m most comfortable praying in front of TLC because, as she
told y’all, I’ve done it for thirty years. (Ask me to do it in front of several people? People I don't know? Yikes. Could someone else please do it?) We’ve prayed with Little Leighton,
now, since she was born. I’m confident she’ll be as devoted to our Lord God
Almighty, and His Son, Jesus Christ, as her Mom and Grammy.
Having only our left ear
double-pierced? Makes me feel a teensy bit WiLd.
However, I don’t even know how many times I’ve simply said “Thank you!” when
someone has told me I’m missing an earring in my right ear. When I’ve tried to
explain the "extra" hole, I’ve gotten too many strange looks. It’s much
easier to go along with the person who believes they are helping me out and
thank them for noticing. "Darnnit. Wonder where I lost it?" Ha!
Blue. Sky. Midnight . Navy.
Sapphire. Powder. Robin’s Egg. Tiffany. Lapis. Turquoise. Aquamarine. French. I
adore them all. Every single shade of blue makes me feel happy and peaceful. (BTW: Sky and Powder and Sapphire are my TOP THREE favs.)
Ha! Yep. Gotta keep my TLC
well-informed when I read something she must also consider/study/ponder. My
Sweet Nana sent me many different articles from the time I started college until she could no longer get out of her bed. About eleven years. I’ll confess
I didn’t always read every word of the clippings. I did always cherish her
interest, effort and concern. I still miss her every day of my
life. She’s been gone twenty-eight years.
I didn’t make up the
birthday song I sing to TLC (and now to Little Leighton!). I honestly can’t
even remember where I heard it. Some TV show, I’m a-thinkin’. It’s become our
“tradition” and traditions are tres important.
Laying on the floorboard in the backseat of my car, while TLC drove herself and a friend to the Sonic? Completely nuts of moi. What the
heck was I thinking? Nowadays, teenagers can’t even have other teenagers in the
front seat with them for several months after they get their licenses. That’s
smart. I was not smart. I swear I’ll
refuse to do that for Little Leighton. (No, I'm not crossing my fingers behind my
back.)
I have some of the best,
kindest, funniest, sweetest, smartest, wisest friends on Earth. And I’m happy
to share them with TLC. Or anyone else who wants to learn from all of these
amazing, incredible women.
And then there's Little Leighton ransacking
my purse...Naturally, I think it is beyond cute. It’s the same stuff. Week after week. Yet
she acts like it’s all new...like she's never seen any of it before. Silly Little Biscuit.
I despise the way I laugh! 98% of
the time. Actually, I despise my voice, in general. There are a few times when I’m completely overwhelmed with laughter
and I actually don’t mind how I sound. Mostly I think it’s not charming. I'm convinced
laughter heals. Our hearts, minds, souls, bodies. We all need to do it more often. With more gusto and less self-consciousness.
You’ve Got Mail. Best. Movie. Ever. Makes me cry every single last time I watch it. I could never, ever, EVER watch it without TLC. Wouldn’t feel right. I can't wait for
Little Leighton to plop on the couch with us to enjoy the sheer magnificence of this sweet, dear, precious movie.
I’m usually right-on when it comes to knowing what TLC would enjoy watching when she’s at our casa for a visit. Now, that doesn’t mean we will—or do—always like the same television shows. We absolutely do not. And won’t. But when I know what I know, I know!
Thank each of you for your
patience! Hope you’ve had a Terrific Thursday—if it’s still Thursday wherever
in the World you are...
smooches and Sweet Dreams...
