Sunday, September 28, 2008
It's a wonderful life
I don't know about ya'll, but I'm in the mood for the holidays already.
It may be because I'm tired of it being 100 degrees.
It may be because I work three months ahead being a magazine editor. When you write articles about the Nutcracker and get e-mails for events about wassailing, you get in the mood for Christmas songs.
And it may be just because I love Christmas. It's one of my favorite times of the year. There's some brand new decorations in the back of my guest room closet and I'm itching to display them.
As I started on my Christmas shopping this weekend (ya'll know I'm crazy), I started thinking about how wonderful life was. Sure, the economy is failing. Sure, folks are losing their jobs left and right. Sure, I might never get a book published.
But there's so much good in my life.
Even though they chewed out of their fence earlier this week, proceeded to rip a box needed for shipping apart and sprinkled the remnants on the carpet, then peed and puked on the carpet, sending my husband into a crazed, Cajun-accent speaking frenzy; the Babies really light up my life.
Ever since that night in February that I blew off my neighbor's lingerie party and raced across town to get them in the dark of night, they've held my heart in their little paws.
I can still remember how tiny they were and how I could barely believe they were mine. Really mine.
Even though he hates all things glittery, pink and leopard print, has to be coerced to dance and doesn't share my obsession for meat and pie; Ben is one of the best things in my life.
He supports my writing, is patient with the puppies, still makes my eyes twinkle with glee and makes me laugh out loud.
If that wasn't enough, I have a two great families, wonderful friends and a cute house.
But after a week where you spend every day panicking, obsessing and plotting new options; you don't think of these things. You fret and you worry and you scream every time you pick up a newspaper or turn on the radio.
Like George Bailey, I realized there were more important things. I can't control entire industries. I can't control my future. And I can't control how other people respond to me.
But, I can appreciate the things I have and be thankful for them.
Excuse me. I've got to go watch A Muppet Christmas Carol now.
First, I want to hear what's wonderful in your life, Invisible Friends. Whoever comes up with the best comment will get something wonderful!
**Stay tuned this week for exciting adventures in the Pond! We've got Miss Pickles tomorrow, the end of our Land of the Flowered Bed saga, tuna croquettes coming up, another installment of our dancehall romance and more fun!