I got this idea from Glamour magazine. They have a section called Hey, It’s Okay and will list a bunch of things to be okay about. You're welcome to join in and do something like this on your diary. Doesn't have to be on a Tuesday either.
To be amused that Larry King has a kid who is 55 and another one who is 10. And to sort of wonder who would hit that, when he looks a little bit like a prune.
To really like the movie As Good As It Gets. Everytime I watch it, I always debate getting a dog like the one in the film. Then I remember that tiny dogs can be very annoying and change my mind.
To have enjoyed the movie How Do You Know? even though Owen Wilson's nose is distracting.
To be thrilled that I don't have to cook dinner every night since I'm visiting my parents. And on Christmas, we're having prime rib. This is exciting, seeing as I can't afford prime rib. Nor do I really know how to cook it.
To have weird things pop into my head at times. Like today, Natalie wouldn't listen so I was taking deep breaths, because I'm working on not yelling so much. And as I was composing myself, the song Shall We Dance? from The King and I came into my mind and I was all, "Shall we dance, one, two, three and...."
To hope Natalie listens when we go to the zoo today and not try to join the bears in their pen.
To still be annoyed that I had to pay full price when registering the truck. Usually we get a military discount (normally we pay $30, that time I had to fork around $260) but because Tom is in Korea and technically not stationed in Wyoming, they made us pay the full price even though I explained we were still on military pay. The legal office tried to help, but we were told it was some dumb Wyoming rule.
To go into a bit of a shock to go from 30 degree weather in Wyoming to 70 degree weather in Texas. My body is all, "The eff is going on here?"
To be excited over going to The Melting Pot this week. I love it and want to marry the cheese fondue. Or the chocolate, depending on my mood.
To not be looking forward to taking all the Christmas stuff down when I get home. The tree likes to attack me as if to say, "No, no, I won't be taken down!"
To hate how everything has to be so PC these days. It makes my head hurt.