This Road of Mine

Ok, I normally don't really think of Veteran's Day.  I only know a couple veterans and the topic of what they did just doesn't come up.  It's reminding me of a realization I had this past summer that I am indeed one lucky American. Here's the link, go read it. Tell me what you think.  If you have too much to do to click on one more thing, the essay is below... http://donniee.com/Essays/luckyamerican.html I’m not that brave. Tomorrow is Memorial Day and it appears that mostly, its not even about the soldiers who have died to defend the ideals of America, but a day to eat a hotdog, (hopefully 3, with a little mustard and a little known secret I discovered, cole-slaw, right on top), wearing pretty summer clothes, and being excited that consistently warm weather is just about here.  That’s been what Memorial Day has meant to me for like, ever. But my favorite morning show, CBS’s Sunday Morning, had a segment about soldiers who have had their faces blown to smithe

Rainy yucky day. But this coffee here, makes me realize that things are still good. So, a list. A list of things I am grateful for today, in no particular order: When McDonald's hands me a perfect cup of coffee, just how I like it Rainy days when I get to wear my cool rain boots Keeping the portable heater on all night so when I wake up, its nice and toasty My car starting in only two tries this morning A quiet office The heat on in the office already when I get there Love. Sweet, sincere love that won't go away... Friends who know me and like me and support me Laughing (it's 10:19 and I have laughed about 4 times already) Being alive again. I am always really happy when I wake up, again and again and again. Tons of folks did not. Sorry for them, happy for me, and for happy for you if you happened to wake up too.  Let's celebrate that! Possibilities. There are so many for me in my near future, it makes me giggly inside! Ok, that'll do.  Grateful for

First I must say that I am no saint.  I do a few awful things and one of them is that I have a secret campaign in my head to eliminate most drivers over the age 80.  I want them off the road.  I always end up behind one of them when they do those things that irritate me wayyy too much.   Like stopping completely on the main road to make a right turn.  Like making an abrupt stop when they are inches from the light that just turned yellow, causing my filled to the rim bag to topple over and spill all over the car floor then I gotta get out and gather up all of my stuff.  UGH!! However, I love old people.  For real, I do.  I love that they've lasted so long.  I wish to last that long.  I love that their heads should be full of stuff that just takes that long to know.  I love their return to innocence.  There is grand beauty in that, right?  I simply want them to find someone else to drive them around.  Someone else to drive them to their morning breakfast at my local McDonald's.