Last week, I made a vow that at the end of every week, I’d
write a blog about the things I’m thankful for – the little things that catch
me off guard and make me smile. I’m already behind, since it is now the
beginning of the week, but if you know me, you probably already knew I’d end up
slacking. So – this week, I’m thankful for the beautiful weather, the mister,
and football season.
California’s weather sucks, in case you haven’t heard me
complain about it enough. It really really sucks. Something about dark clouds and
thick fog and a chilly 58 degrees every single day for weeks at a time can
bring a person down – trust me. When the sun started coming out yesterday, and
actually sticking around for more than five minutes, I practically had to
squint my eyes for fear that I’d go blind. I headed to the farmer’s market
today under beautiful blue skies. Something about the change of weather made me
crank the music up a little bit louder and drive a little bit faster – there are
very few things better than John Mayer on a Sunday afternoon, by the way. I’m
also thankful for the police officer who didn’t flinch when I drove through the
speed trap that, of course, took me by complete surprise on my way home. Thank
you, kind sir, for not ruining my day. So between the sunshine, 10 cent
grapefruits, and a clean driving record (knock on wood), my Sunday was probably
better than yours. And I wasn’t kidding about 10 cent grapefruits. I don’t even
like grapefruit but I buy them anyway (mostly because the mister enjoys them,
but whatever).
And speaking of the mister – this week, I am extra thankful
for him. I mean, I enjoy him every week, but last night I had one of those “catch-me-off-guard-take-my-breath-away”
moments. We went to the Air Force Ball (Happy 65th to you, AF), which
wasn’t nearly as intimidating as it sounds. It was a fun evening of playing
dress up, eating course after course of great food, shaking hands, taking
pictures, and listening to the kind of speeches that give you goosebumps. While
listening to the Chief Master Sergeant of the Air Force speak, I couldn’t help
but think about how he started out with no plans of making the military a
career. I think that will be my husband. Someday in the future, he’ll be giving
those goosebump-giving speeches with an arm full of stripes, and I’ll remain
the proudest wife around. He’s one of the most motivated people (strange that
he married one of the most UN-motivated people), and I know he’s going places.
Guess I picked a good one.
Football season started today – or so I’ve heard, since I
couldn’t watch it (no thanks to you, Dish Network). I am thankful for the fact
that I am not a very typical girl. I pride myself in knowing a good handful
about football. Although it began as a “Why are all football players so
beautiful looking?” hobby, I caught on and learned a bunch – my mother deserves
the most credit for that. So even though I can’t watch the games, I can obsessively
check the score online (you bet I did) and cheer on my guys in dark blue from
the West Coast.
All fancy-like for the Ball.
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