My friend Duane is traveling in Italy; (reads I am very jealous). Before he left for the heaven and home of Olive Oil, he drunk IM’d me an asked me to write a little post about the things I am thankful for. I’m doing this for many reasons one; because this is now an all request blog when it comes to Duane and, because I’m jealous and I really want him to bring me a bottle of limoncello or an Italian boyfriend to keep in my closet when its cold outside.

There is a tiny caveat; Its my post so its not going to be serious; its been entirely too serious around here. I have a feeling Duane asked me to do this because he was tired of my whining or, he was afraid that I’m so depressed that I’ve forgotten what IS good in my life. He doesn’t realize that my life would be so much better if he would have packed me away for a trip to Italy with him. However, on this day; that is not the case. I woke up with a new outlook that I’m hoping will last more than just today. He also asked me to read, Who Moved My Cheese by Spenser Johnson which, I have put on hold at the library. 

Personal note: Duane honey, I’ve got so many books to read right now. Without further adieu here’s is the list in no particular order except how they appeared in my head.

1. My dog Luna – I have never met a person so happy to see me in my life. And since she is a dog I doubt I will ever meet anyone so happy to see me on a daily basis. At first I thought it was because she missed me while I was at work all day; so I tried a little experiment. A couple of weeks ago I was so sick; I was so lonely and I thought I might die from the flu. I took the dog to bed with me, where she proceeded to hog the bed and snuggle with her bony little feet in my back all night long. It was heaven the kind of heaven where you ask yourself if you shouldn’t have committed more sins to spend a little more time in purgatory. When I woke up the next morning, she slowly army crawled from under all the blankets and peeped her little brown eyes up me. As soon as I said “good morning” in my husky, (I’m about to die voice), she started wagging her tail. She wagged her tail so hard that with each left to right wag of her tail the blankets were tugged off of me and ended up on the floor. It didn’t stop there; she jumped up on the pillows and around my head, wagging her tail so hard that her whole body wiggled until she fell off the bed.**** I’ve never met anyone that damn happy to see me just because they closed their eyes for nine hours.

****I have a low, platform bed so no dogs were harmed during this experiment.

2. Of course my sweet friend Duane. For reason he knows, he understands me or at least he tries. And that’s all you can ask of your friends. We’ve known each other for a while and we’ve seen each other through a few rough times and this is sometimes what it takes to realize who your friends really are. I wish we lived closer but at least we have the internet since he moved away to sunny California.

3. Shoes. I’ve said it before but high-heels are the answer to low self-esteem. Or a bad hair day or, fat day or, when you get a bad performance review. Sometimes I need Three inch Kenneth Cole, D’orsay sparkling, open toed pumps to make me feel like a real woman.

4. School. Even with the money problems and the expensive tuition I’ve decided that I must finish my degree this year. Being back in school has stimulated my creativity, my mind and my intellect. I think I might have to stay in school for the rest of my life to remain this stimulated. I love learning shit; it gets me all hot and bothered reading all those theories and big words and stuff.

5. My Cat – She keeps reminding me of what its like to be truly oppressed in your own home. I’m pretty sure that she will get her claw sharp enough to cut Luna’s throat some day soon.

6. Dr. B’s PhD. I don’t know if I told you this but his specialty is Human Sexuality. (for some a cover for a raging case of sex addiction.) I’m in support of whatever gets you through the night. And I’m telling you these last few months have been filled with eye’s rolling into the back of my head, Jesus singing, high-fived filled evenings. Now I’m sorry if you’re reading this and I’ve slept with you and I didn’t high five you; it’s nothing personal. Poor Dr. B has had to listen to me pray to Jesus so much he’s might want to consider going to seminary. That’s big for an atheist.

7. George Clooney’s parents. Oh George I’m so grateful that they decided to bring you into this world.