these are a few of my favorite things

just a list of average little things that, when i really consider them, make me appreciate life more.

swivvly wheelie chairs. office chairs, computer chairs. makes relaxing on your rump a fun activity!

seseme seed buns. vastly superior to regular hamburger buns. only way it can be made better: with an actual hamburger in it. with barbecue sauce and lettuce and tomato and at least two different cheeses. and one of those fancy fuzzy toothpicks to keep it all together.

clicky pens. pens with caps are boring, and pens that twist open are too fancy, stuffy, and pompus. clicky pens are quirky, and musical. very much more fun.

carnival corn dogs. i look forward to the carnival coming to town every year, if for no other reason than the corn dogs. you can't get corn dogs like that from the freezer section in the supermarket. these are saussages in corn meal batter, that tastes a bit like gritz, on a huge flippin' kabob stick, suspended in a portable vat of grease. horrible for you, but sweet, sweet oral love to your taste buds.

the family tools. i have boxes upon baskets upon pegboards of old, musty, wrought-iron obsolete tools oozing stories of the past. most of them i don't even know what they are or what they're for. twisted bits meet uneven chunks to make century-old modern art pieces. then there's that railroad spike. i love that thing.

coloring books. the very first art i've ever been subjected to. my very first coloring book (when mama could afford more than just paper plates and pilfered resteraunt crayons) amazed me to no end. the idea that i could take a picture and make it any color i wanted seemed to me the most awsome thing anyone could ever do. after all, pictures came from the store, not crayons and markers. even to this day, the multitude of possibilities behind the covers of coloring books makes me happy on the inside.

the brittish broadcasting channel. o! the unending dry humor! this is the reason i unknowingly slip into random european accents halfway through a sentance as the mood strikes. english when i'm haughtily pissed off. irish when i'm confused or bored. and, on the quite rare occasion, a tad scottish when (at the risk of sounding like i'm loaded down with cheese) romantic.

well, i can't really think of anything else, right now. but i'll leave you with this question:

what completely ordinary thing helps you to appreciate your life more?