Coulda Woulda Shoulda

Not being American, I suppose I shouldn't be asking for something for this holiday however since I have relatives that live in the States and are celebrating, I figured I could state a few things I'm thankful for and a few things I would be REALLY thankful for. I am thankful for my health, for my little flat, for my accent - whichever it may be, for the adventures I've had across Europe, for the adventures I'm having in the publishing world, for the Sunday afternoon chats with my mom, sisters and friends. Most importantly for my super duper extra wonderfully talented D who without, I would not eat, have clean dishes, laugh on a daily basis or sleep slumberly. And I would be very VERY thankful, Internet World, if you could all cross fingers, toes, arms, legs, eyes and anything else you can cross for a big break for the guy. It's close enough we can taste it, but it's not quite tasting as good as Thanksgiving turkey yet.

1. Because the movie men don't cover up her zits. 2. Because yes, she does show her stomach 'pudge' which we all have and all try and hide and pretend not to have because in most movies the heroine DOES NOT HAVE PUDGE. 3. Because she makes the same mistakes I do - ladies, who hasn't been running late and put make up on in the car? 4. Because I can't stop getting giddy every time dreamy Darcy or dirty Dan says something romantic to frumpy Bridget 5. Because I love that she also has trouble picking outfits, not of which actually look like a designer. 6. Because in the end, with all her faults, she still gets her man. ********** In honour of love, I got some fantastic news the other day. A very special congrats to another truly wonderful person, my highschool-Bark-Lake-student-council-cottage friend TLO and her dreamy boy K who got engaged over the weekend on the beach at sunset. When I was in highschool, I had this running joke where I said ...

You get about 10 minutes after a successful 'thing' to appreciate the success of it. Then, you're bombarded with 10 questions about the success of the other things. The amount of effort you put into each thing is about 100 times more then the amount of time left to enjoy their successes. Whinge. Whinge. Whinge.

I went for a walk by the sea today. I heard the gulls calling each other, watched the long grass swaying in the seaside breeze, stop to view the magnificent Cave Hill from across the water, listened to the waves lap against the shore. I breathed in the fresh air. I briskly walked along the path. I stopped to see the glorious view of houses, water and mountain terrain. On my lunch break.