2)My girla…..now growing up and full of surprises
every day. Most recent famous quote from the dearest one “I save all my badness
for home”. My biggest concern with that statement is that ‘badness’ isn’t a
3)My new RAV4. Hubby’s car was old, decrepit and
starting to die. It couldn’t pass the Drive Clean test required of it this
month. Found a used (but only 2,700 km on it) 2012 RAV4 available at our
favourite dealer. Done. And the nifty rule around our place is that Mama gets
to drive the new wheels. Nice for me, tee hee.
4)My kitchen, now completely ‘fini’ after starting
its major reno a year ago. No it didn’t take a year really, but we did just
finish the backsplash and put the trim back in place last week. The major chunk
of the project took three months, but in actuality it took a year to get the
last piece of the puzzle in place.
5)Our return to winter this year. I know I’m weird,
but as a true Canadian I was glad that we had a serious winter this year, one
that had to be reckoned with, one that was somewhat relentless. We still have big
snow banks and hubby has spent part of today trying to beat them back because the
aforementioned RAV4 is bigger than the Corolla was and we’re a little squeezed
in the driveway which is not meant for two vehicles in the first place.
6)The anticipation of spring, summer and
adventures ahead. Yes I can be in love with anticipation, well, I can love the anticipation. Yes I can. It’s almost
like I don’t want spring to come because then I won’t be able to anticipate it
anymore….I said almost, easy there slugger.
7)Blogs, and the crazy people who write some of them
and the incredibly talented artists that write others. Good times on the
internet, what can I say?
Sure, why not? What’s there to complain about? So much hurt, sadness and mayhem
in the world that we have to appreciate how blessed we are.
9)My home; not to be mistaken for love for my
house. The house is okay and greatly improved in the last four years, but it’s
still not my dream house. But as a home, it contains everything a gal can ask
for: a cat that’s by no means a scholar; a very snuggly family; a humble but
workable craft room that’s all mine; a working roof, windows and furnace that
provide comfort and safety; plenty of food, love and a place to wear ugly
pyjamas with no judgement.
And yes that’s nine things because ten is so predictable. J