I thought it was going to be really difficult to come up with reasons to say "Wahoo!", this week but I was wrong. There are always things to be grateful for and I think we probably all need to reflect on them even more during those days that watching the news brings tears.
1. I'm grateful for every single person who survived Monday's horror and for those who had the presence of mind or courage to do something to protect themselves or save others.
2. I'm grateful for little growing things, peeking up through the spring soil. Wahoo for new life!
3. I'm so glad to have a crazy, dairy-addicted cat who makes me laugh. Last week, she knocked a slice of pizza down onto the floor while I was busy walking my husband to the front door after lunch. I heard the crash but ignored it. By the time I got to the kitchen, she was chowing down. What a hilarious sight it was to see my cat munching on her own personal slice of pizza. She loves milk, cream cheese, sour cream, that cheesy crap from Taco Bell - you name it. Tonight, I kept telling her that my fish sandwich was all gone and it was just the spirit of the sandwich that remained, sorry, nothing to share. I was sure she wouldn't be interested in my fruit and yogurt parfait. Guess again, lady. Some time, I'll have to have my son hold a yogurt cup up to the cat's nose so I can get a photo of her licking up the yogurt remains. What a riot! Wahoo for goofy, lovable pets!
4. We're finally out of red beans and rice! Wahoo! It was good, but I was right. I did get kind of weary of red beans and rice after the first couple of days (see the bottom of this post, if you missed the story).
5. Two weeks and my orchid is still thriving. Wahoo!
6. I just peeked at Chris's blog, Stuff as Dreams are Made on and I see I've been tagged for a meme, so I guess that will be my next post. And, what the heck, Chris is a big Wahoo! I love his upbeat posts and enlightening reviews. I keep forgetting to ask exactly where one finds such a thing as a poppet. They're cute, but I sure don't remember ever seeing one prior to seeing photos of poppets on his blog.
7. Possibly a very silly wahoo . . . maybe . . . I'm grateful for toilet paper. Geez, what a weirdo. No, really, I am. I spoke to my mother, the other day, and talking to my mom always makes me think of bizarre things to be thankful for because she was born during the Depression, the child of one of those men who couldn't support his family so he abandoned them. I never knew my maternal grandfather, but his absence meant a childhood of deprivation for my mother and I hope I've learned to appreciate simple things a little more because of her experience.
Happy Wednesday and thank you for visiting me!