Thursday, April 3, 2014

Left Turns and Pierced Ears

People/Friends/Family who know me can attest I am not someone who often becomes “speechless.” Rarely happens. In fact, I’m pretty yacky/chatty/verbal. Or, as some might say, I could talk, for several hours, to a wall. So telling y’all TLC’s last three posts about me blew me completely away, made me cry, and shut me up for quite some time is, seriously, an understatement.

I’d like to respond to the second “installment” of her “favourite things” about moi.

the next 15 favourite things… (posted by TLC on Tuesday, March 25, 2014):

Yes. I hate turning left. I especially, positively, and absolutely REFUSE to try to turn left across two or more lanes of ongoing and/or semi-heavy or even mildly steady traffic. It stresses me out. Majorly. Makes me cRaZy. I won’t do it. I go right. Period. (If you happen to work for UPS, give me a buzz. I’ve been retired for three months now and might consider puttin’ on a pair of those sassy brown shorts.)

Dad does roll his eyes when we even talk about splitting a meal somewhere. And, yet, he and I have started to do it. This happens, for example, when we are 100% certain that we’d both be happy to have a hamburger and we’ve seen how big they are (The Shed in Weatherford, Texas!).  If we aren't sure how big they are? We can't risk it. We order two. It really does make sense to even him. It’s healthier. It’s cheaper. End of story.

Yes. Numerology is FASCINATING. I don’t understand why everyone doesn’t think so.

Angels? They are here. On Earth. Guarding us. Guiding us. Protecting us. I have not one single doubt.

Prayer can, and does, help us. Heal us. Calm us. Give us strength when we feel hopelessly weak. I’m most comfortable praying in front of TLC because, as she told y’all, I’ve done it for thirty years. (Ask me to do it in front of several people? People I don't know? Yikes. Could someone else please do it?) We’ve prayed with Little Leighton, now, since she was born. I’m confident she’ll be as devoted to our Lord God Almighty, and His Son, Jesus Christ, as her Mom and Grammy.

Having only our left ear double-pierced? Makes me feel a teensy bit WiLd. However, I don’t even know how many times I’ve simply said “Thank you!” when someone has told me I’m missing an earring in my right ear. When I’ve tried to explain the "extra" hole, I’ve gotten too many strange looks. It’s much easier to go along with the person who believes they are helping me out and thank them for noticing. "Darnnit. Wonder where I lost it?" Ha!

Blue. Sky. Midnight. Navy. Sapphire. Powder. Robin’s Egg. Tiffany. Lapis. Turquoise. Aquamarine. French. I adore them all. Every single shade of blue makes me feel happy and peaceful. (BTW: Sky and Powder and Sapphire are my TOP THREE favs.)

Ha! Yep. Gotta keep my TLC well-informed when I read something she must also consider/study/ponder. My Sweet Nana sent me many different articles from the time I started college until she could no longer get out of her bed. About eleven years. I’ll confess I didn’t always read every word of the clippings. I did always cherish her interest, effort and concern. I still miss her every day of my life. She’s been gone twenty-eight years.

I didn’t make up the birthday song I sing to TLC (and now to Little Leighton!). I honestly can’t even remember where I heard it. Some TV show, I’m a-thinkin’. It’s become our “tradition” and traditions are tres important.

Laying on the floorboard in the backseat of my car, while TLC drove herself and a friend to the Sonic? Completely nuts of moi. What the heck was I thinking? Nowadays, teenagers can’t even have other teenagers in the front seat with them for several months after they get their licenses. That’s smart. I was not smart. I swear I’ll refuse to do that for Little Leighton. (No, I'm not crossing my fingers behind my back.)

I have some of the best, kindest, funniest, sweetest, smartest, wisest friends on Earth. And I’m happy to share them with TLC. Or anyone else who wants to learn from all of these amazing, incredible women.

And then there's Little Leighton ransacking my purse...Naturally, I think it is beyond cute. It’s the same stuff. Week after week. Yet she acts like it’s all new...like she's never seen any of it before. Silly Little Biscuit.

I despise the way I laugh! 98% of the time. Actually, I despise my voice, in general. There are a few times when I’m completely overwhelmed with laughter and I actually don’t mind how I sound. Mostly I think it’s not charming. I'm convinced laughter heals. Our hearts, minds, souls, bodies. We all need to do it more often. With more gusto and less self-consciousness.

You’ve Got Mail. Best. Movie. Ever. Makes me cry every single last time I watch it. I could never, ever, EVER watch it without TLC. Wouldn’t feel right. I can't wait for Little Leighton to plop on the couch with us to enjoy the sheer magnificence of this sweet, dear, precious movie.

I’m usually right-on when it comes to knowing what TLC would enjoy watching when she’s at our casa for a visit. Now, that doesn’t mean we will—or do—always like the same television shows. We absolutely do not. And won’t. But when I know what I know, I know!

Thank each of you for your patience! Hope you’ve had a Terrific Thursday—if it’s still Thursday wherever in the World you are...

smooches and Sweet Dreams...