I wondered in the comment section of
someone's journal whether it was a good thing that I hadn't yet been
tagged for Ten Things.
And got tagged.
TEN THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY:
1. Sunday morning in bed -- no place to be, no errands to run, nobody to steal the covers
2. Flying -- coming in for a landing at Meigs Field in a small plane at
sundown in front of a glorious view of the Chicago skyline.
Unfortunately Meigs is closed. So I would settle for a trip down the
California coast from San Francisco to Mexico or a sundown cruise on a
sailboat on Lake Michigan.
3. Driving -- there is nothing like the freedom of being able to get in
my car and drive wherever I want, sunroof open, hair blowing, music
cranked. There was also nothing like the glorious feeling of speeding
around the track at Road America in an Acura NSX. Maybe next time
they'll let me drive. Or racing down the road hanging on to a really
goodlooking guy on the back of his motorcycle.
4. My journal -- I thought it might be a place to bare my soul, until I
realized I wasn't going to use this place as a confessional. So it has
become a place where I can sharpen the fork in my tongue. And unload my
spew or uplift my soul or just have a nice whine.
5. The smell of crisp mountain air and a view looking out across a creek flowing through a pasture surrounded by mountains.
6. My daughters
7. The look of recognition on a toddler's face when they get the joke you just played on them and they do it back.
8. Gobs of money
9. Chocolate malt and fries. They say it's fat that makes things tasty.
If that's the case, then those two food groups are the tastiest in the
world. Between the ice cream, malt and chocolate coupled with the fat delivery system
known as French fries, I can achieve Nirvana in a single taste. Of course,
these days one taste is pretty much my limit. I can't
believe I ever finished a whole malt in one sitting, let alone ate the
fries with it, accompanied by plenty of catsup squeezed liberally out
of one of those red, plastic bottles. Even now it only takes the sip
of a malt to send me back to high school and those halcyon days of
yesteryear when my only concerms were finishing my homework and
cleaning my room.
10. Thanksgiving. The daylong anticipation of my favorite meal is better than Christmas for me.
6 comments:
You can have my share of the fries, but I love all things even faintly related to ice cream. My other food weakness is pizza... with lots of cheese.
They had french fries when you were in high school? Wasn't that during the Irish Potato Famine?
You are so selfish.
I can smell the fries right now and the ketchup out of the red squeeze bottle.....perfect. I remember when Woolworths had a lunch counter and I would love to order their fries. Do you remember pop the balloon and see what a banana spit will cost? I never ate banana spits but loved the idea. Anne
Oh I remember popping the balloons to try to get a free sundae...that brought back memories. I for one am glad that you practice your wit here...we all enjoy it....Sandi http://journals.aol.com/sdoscher458/LifeIsFullOfSurprises
I knew someone was going to tag you when I read that. But it wasn't gonna be me! lol
Do I get a malt for that? :p
Anna
I like # 8 too:)
Chris
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