I'm stranded in a parking lot in Anaheim, in front of a Spanish language health care clinic. I can smell Little Ceasars pizza, and there's a woman singing opera in the apartment next to me. She sounds like Snow White when she sings to the birds. I ran out of gas so Linsey's bringing me the gas can. Oops.
I am grateful for:
-My (mostly) sweet pre-teen daughter Ashley, who's braces-filled smile lights up my day. And that she still IM's me “I love u” on Facebook.
-That James still begs me to play light-saber fights with him.
-That Linsey and I filled Valentine's Day with love and patience, not hurt and alcohol.
-That every night I have chihuahuas nestled up against my head and my ankles.
-That I got to sing and play the piano for a living this morning. And I'm thankful for the song “Our God.”
-I have pink eye. I'm not grateful for that(!), but I'm thankful it's getting better. Man, it itches.
-For thirty days of sanity.
-That people I've never met bother to read my site and leave comments that have helped me through some awful times.
-For my rabbit Max, who's dug a cave system under my patio. Now that the rain has stopped, he's sunning himself outside my window.
-That I have bro's I can call – like my cousin who came and helped me patch my tire this week. For some reason that flat tire had me feeling helpless and depressed, but I didn't have to deal with it alone.
-For parents who live down the street and will loan me $ to buy antibiotic eye-drops when my bank account's totally empty.
-I'm grateful for Entenmann's donuts. I just am.
