December 2, 2005

How easy am I?

• The aforementioned "All These Things That I've Done" by The Killers. And most of the songs on their "Hot Fuss" CD.
  
  
• Listening to the rain.
  
  
• Ozzy's purr.
  
  
• Watching the lizards eat crickets, and go swimming.
  
  
• E-mails from Heather and my sister.
  
  
• Gray's Anatomy.
  
  
• Inside jokes (thanks for reminding me of that one, Heather!).
  
  
• Creamy mashed potatoes.
  
  
• Planning trips. Even if I don't go on them.
  
  
• Cooking something I've never made before, and discovering a new family hit.
  
  
• The house when it's quiet.
  
  
• The house when it's noisy, and Calvin and I are crazy-dancing and embarrassing Marie.
  
  
• Spending an evening with Calvin, listening to good music and creating stuff in the kitchen.
  
  
• Wrapping up in a blanket fresh out of the dryer.
  
  
• The feeling that I get after dinner is done and cleared away, all of the animals are fed, I've showered and changed into my jammies, and I'm just sitting down on the couch to snuggle with Calvin for the rest of the evening.
  
  
• The new monitor that I got at work.
  
  
• Seeing a little girl holding her daddy's hand.
  
  
• Ordering from Amazon.com.
  
  
• Having a stack of new, unread books at my bedside.
  
  
• Driving and listening to good music, with no particular destination in mind.
  
  
• Going out to eat.
  
  
• Waking up on Monday morning at 7:45am because I telecommute.
  
  
• Patient readers who still love me even though I STILL haven't gotten the "Dance, Bitches!" CD's out. Looks like they're going to be Christmas presents, my friends.
  
  
• Yoga.
  
  
• Visits to my Cranial Sacral Therapist.
  
  
• Friday afternoon before a weekend where nothing much of nothing is planned.
  
  
• Maps.
  
  
• Naps.
  
  
• Arbor Mist.
  
  
• Trader Joe's.
  
  
• AJ's Fine Foods.
  
  
• American Eagle blue jeans.
  
  
• Pictures of lighthouses.
  
  
• Receiving shot glasses and post cards from the places people have travelled to, the places people are from, or the places I have been.
  
  
• Hummingbirds. Whippoorwills. Chickadees. Red breasted robins. Blue jays. Red capped woodpeckers.
  
  
• The ocean.
  
  
• Eating outside.
  
  
• Meeting friends for drinks.
  
  
• Reading a book and drinking a glass of wine while soaking in a bubble bath.
  
  
• Breathing fresh air.
  
  
• Being able to see the Milky Way.
  
  
• Walking with Calvin and holding hands. Preferably on the beach, at night.
  
  
• Digging my toes in beach sand, and getting the cuffs of my jeans damp.
  
  
• A good song which plays with such good timing that my mood is lifted.
  
  
• Spontaneous road trips.
  
  
• Gadget and Gypsy curled up together in bed. Snoring in unison.
  
  
• The way Oz "kills" Kanga every night, sits on the wet shower floor every morning, and plots to steal my blush brush.
  
  
• The smell of old books. In old book stores. In the Old Port.
  
  
• Having a date when I know I'll be going back home for a visit.
  
  
• My youngest nephew's Maine accent.
  
  
• Taking a nap with one of my grandsons snuggled on my chest.
  
  
• Locking up at night, shutting off all of the lights, getting into bed with Calvin, and knowing that Marie is home safe and sound, the dogs are curled up in their bed, the cat is arranging himself behind my knees, and the lizards are piled up and asleep in their cage.
  
  
• The first time I get into bed after changing and washing all of the bedding.
  
  
• Getting a good idea for a story.
  
  
• Daydreaming about how I would spend the money if I won the lottery. Although I suspect actually winning would make me happier than daydreaming about it.
  
  
• Relaxing at home after all of the cleaning has been done.
  
  
• Laying on the living room floor and staring up at the ceiling, listening to music and talking to Calvin as he plays DJ.
  
  
• Going to the movies with Marie, and acting like a teenager right along with her.
  
  
• The feeling I have after I'm done working out.
  
  
• Opening all of the doors and windows on a nice day.
  
  
• Hearing the clock tick in the quiet house.
  
  
• Sitting on the roof and eating pizza.
  
  
• Scratching Calvin's back while we're on the motorcycle sitting at a stop light.
  
  
• Water when I'm really thirsty.
  
  
• Twisting my neck just right so that it gives a good pop.
  
  
• Going to lunch with my girlfriends, and singing at the top of our lungs to "She Bop".
  
  
• Tater tots.
  
  
• "Kyle's Mom is a Bitch" from the Southpark movie soundtrack.
  
  
• Discovery Channel HD Theater.
  
  
• Playing Drunk Monopoly.
  
  
• The patio at Rula Bula.
  
  
• The way Calvin makes ice cream, with a little milk poured on top that forms little crunchy crystals. And then? He shares.
  
  
• Freshly published books by my favorite authors.
  
  
• Goofy notes from Marie left on the pool table.
  
  
• The silly voice Calvin uses to get his own way. Because he knows it works.
  
  
• "Just because" phone calls from Michael and Lilly, with frequent interjections by the babies.
  
  
• Getting real letters in the real mail.
  
  
• Slipper socks.
  
  
• Hand lotion that smells like pina colada.
  
  
• Lulu's Bar in Kihei, Maui.
  
  
• TV shows about Alaska, the Canadian wilderness, or Yellowstone National Park.
  
  
• Watching horse eventing on TV. Even better in real life.
  
  
• Preparing and enjoying a meal that I know is healthy, just because and even though it's good for me.
  
  
• Grandma's recipes. Which usually aren't all that healthy. Who needs healthy when you cook with butter?
  
  
• The hair at the nape of Calvin's neck.
  
  
• Corwin's Quest.
  
  
• Egg and cheese sandwiches.
  
  
• Hot spiced cider.
  
  
• Butterflies.
  
  
• Lilacs.
  
  
• Sand fish.
  
  
• Camping.
  
  
• The Daily Show.
  
  
• Ducklings.
  
  
• The positions Oz gets himself into when he naps.
  
  
• Stretching from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes.
  
  
• Italian sandwiches from Amatos.
  
  
• Walking through a field and chewing on a grass stem.
  
  
• Cat-o-nine Tails.
  
  
• The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. The cartoon, not the movie.
  
  
• Orange popsicles.
  
  
• Love, Actually.
  
  
• Bearded dragons.
  
  
• Horses.
  
  
• Twilight.
  
  
• Wild strawberries.
  
  
• Watching Oz figure out how to get his toys out of his toybox.
  
  
• Flatbread dipped in hummus.
  
  
• Having to stop myself from listing the things that make me happy, rather than simply running out of things to list.

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