Gimme, Gimme, I Need.

"Gimme, gimme, I neeeeeeed."
-Bob, Bill Murray's character, in "What About Bob"

I've spent a lot of time lately, writing about what I want, but I haven't spent much time thinking about all that I have.

This list is a struggle today, on a morning when I don't feel particularly passionate about much; however, I think that it is on the days that lack "zip" when I MOST need to stop, reflect, and appreciate. I'm grateful for the house, health, freedom, income . . . obviously. Here's some of the other stuff:

I'm grateful for: vegetarian sausage that tastes like the real stuff but doesn't have gristle; potatoes (have never met a potato, particularly a breakfast potato, that I haven't liked); a gym schedule that has become part of our routine; nice weather; a phone conversation with my mom, who is in Northern Ireland for a month, visiting my Granny; a proposition from my four year old to "snuggle;" my husband, who is starting the coursework to turn his Associate's Degree into a Bachelor's; my husband, who "gets" me; French manicures; fresh paint, Joan Didion's "Year of Magical Thinking;" Kanye West's "Gold Digger" song; a plant, flourishing on the window sill; "The Real Housewives of O.C." on Bravo tonight; beer after "cheerleading;" my dad and his passion for Honda Goldwings; Jeff Barnosky's short fiction (Google search him--his stuff, particularly the "Wilford Brimley/diabetes testing supplies" story, is hysterical); my quick and nimble fingers flying over the keyboard :); good teeth (I imagine you inspecting me as a potential buyer might inspect a horse); Aleve; the protests that occurred around this country yesterday; a clean refrigerator; coupons; and Chipotle black bean tacos.