My pen my voice, my paper my therapy. And being the anal perfectionist that I was (rather, am, ahem), I used lined paper only. Still do.
One of the most simple exercises I'd write every so often was a list of 10 things that made me happy and 10 things that made me shudder. It's been a good 20+ years since I've done this, but here goes:
10 Things That Make Me Smile
- The sound of Whoppers when you shake them in the cardboard container. Try it. It will make you want to dance.
- Smores. Preferably cooked over our outdoor fireplace, with the boys and I eating the marshmallows before they hit the graham crackers.
- The sound of my Bird when he says "Bye bye, Mommy" as he ambles out of the car to school in the morning.
- I'm Not Really a Waitress on my toes.
- Chai, the homemade kind with honey instead of sugar.
- Deal's voice when he mispronounces his "l's" and turns them into "w's."
- Mac Daddy when he sends me a text message just to tell me he loves me.
- Fall cooking; nothing like the smell of root vegetables roasting!
- Indulging in People magazine and not having to pretend to be erudite and deep at the coffee shop.
- Discovering blueberries in my freezer.
10 Things That Make Me Gag
- Ill mannered people.
- Spam, in my inbox and the icebox.
- Camel toe and Tammy Faye mascara clad women at the gym.
- Discovering snot or other bodily juice on my shoulder...at the end of the day when I'm changing out of my clothes.
- Hearing "Stop that or I'm going to spank you" in the grocery aisle.
- Men who leer and can't make eye contact.
- Gum stuck under the restaurant table.
- My kid rolling said gum around in his hand.
- Fathers who call parenting their own children "babysitting."
- The smell of my car when it rains: a most unfortunate lingering effect of leaving my sunroof open during a torrential downpour.
So tell me, what makes your Smile/Gag list?
7 comments:
Smile #1 confused me until I realized you weren't talking about Burger King Whoppers.
Smile: watching my sweet "angelic" son when he is sleeping!
Gag: smokers or chewers, need I say more!?
I could list others, but those stick in my mind right now.
I'll focus on the smiles, and last week it was getting to see you so unexpectedly. What a wonderful treat. Thought I'd cry when it was time to leave (yeah, I have a sensitive side).
Your list kicks! I love them both!
Hot tea on a sore throat makes me smile. Waking up with post nasal drip makes me gag.
AAAAAAHHHHHH!
Men who describe parenting their own children as "babysitting" or "childcare" drive me batshit crazy.
I had to train my current boss out of doing this (to be fair, he described anyone's parenting as "childcare" regardless of gender).
I'm with you--if it's your own child, it's NOT babysitting! It's parenting! AAAAAAAAH!
Smile: My baby Dean using my index finger to point to pictures in a book.
Gag: Cracked mud. Seriously. It works my gag reflex.
Oooh, 5 and 10 on the shudder list definitely make mine. It's called "parenting"!!
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