Celebrating the Little Things
I’m very fond of celebrating the good in my life, even if I’m Queen Grumblepants. In lieu of trying to think up a ‘real’ post (’cause seriously – no brain power this week), let’s take a moment to list some various and sundry things that bring joy:
- Meat fresh from the butcher.
- Having a fancy coffee milkshake once in a grand while.
- Nice weather.
- The kiddo developing new and amusing skills (such as dancing, ha ha).
- Remembering dreams (the nice ones, at least!).
- Random affirmation of affection from friends.
- Plotting visits.
- Having a partner I can tell anything to.
- Chocolate (sigh, womanhood finds me).
- Friends who accept you for who you are, warts and all.
Of course, as I write this, the world conspires to annoy the living crap out of me. I mean, seriously, since when is calling attention to the fact that someone is stressed and annoyed a good idea? That seems a lot like poking an anthill and then wondering why you’ve gotten bit. *shakes head*
Otherwise, just shaking my head at the government pusing to ban tobacco displays in shops. I don’t see how that’s going to be particularly effective, and what really has me chuckling is that the idea of plain packets keeps coming up time and again. As I heard someone say on telly this week – they’re not a magpie, so the shiny factor isn’t what sways her to smoke or not smoke. My husband speculates that all it will do is encourage people to decorate their packs, to make them more individual. I guess we’ll see what happens… but really – it’s no wonder people are getting fatter when they’re bullied for smoking or drinking. *snorts*
Oh, and it’s pleasing to see that squatters have occupied the Gaddafi home in London. I might not have that big a rebellious streak as such, but I appreciate those who are ballsy enough to be all defiant and whatnot. I kind of wish the UN would get its boot-ay in gear and get Libya sorted or something, if only ’cause everyone knew that Gaddafi wasn’t going to give up, so why are they dawdling and letting him kill his own people? Though, I admit, I’m glad that we’re not seeing the US and UK jump the gun for their own oily purposes… *snorts*
Right, enough ramble – family round-up time!
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