1. Hearing my baby snore on the phone. Or in person. Really, ANYTHING that Butterlump does is pretty much at the top of every list of things in my life that are good and non-sucky.
2. Godiva truffles. I could go into detail but I feel like this is explanation enough, really.
3. The way my pony tail swishes when I walk and how the ends brush the nape of my neck and shoulders when I wear a wide neck t-shirt. It feels awesome. And tingly. And I probably take WAY TOO MUCH PLEASURE IN IT.
4. Finding the perfect restaurant with the perfect dish that hits JUST the right spot at the perfect time.
5. Chivalry. Whether it’s being kind to a homeless person, opening car doors, being generous in an elevator or just sticking up and intervening on behalf of a strange girl you don’t know that is getting her face chewed off by a livid weenie-weenie-weeniehead at an airport because she might have ACCIDENTALLY been tripped by a little kid and doused his designer shirt with Diet Coke and chili dog.
6. Yummy cocktails that do not taste icky, like battery acid, or like gasoline. In other words, cocktails or that taste like they don’t have liquor in them. And if it is just straight liquor it had better be about half as old as I am to avoid hacking, coughing and sputtering out a horse, gasping “SMOOTH” statement. What can I say? I’m a newbie and UTTER lightweight. Embarrassing (and that aspect would be on the “things that DO suck” but there it is.)
7. Driving fast (preferably in a car that doesn’t make a Yugo look fast and smooth) on the freeway with the windows rolled down and the music blasting.
8. Being comfortable in all forms; whether it be some really soft fabric against your body or getting more comfortable in your own skin, or getting epiphanies and being ok with what that means, or knowing that a relationship can work it’s way through moments of high discomfort and AWKWARD and find its way back to feeling like a well-worn pair of jeans again. Comfort is key to survival, yo.
9. The smell of leather upholstery. And a perfect, warm breeze swirling around me. And the smell of new sheets. And jasmine. And freshly washed hair. And cigar and cigarette smoke. (I know, I know. But although I don’t smoke, I dig it.)
10. Going out with friends when I feel stressed and tired. And having a well-meaning stranger comment on the fact that I look like road kill. And deciding to lighten the mood and tell them it’s because I have 7 children at home. And that it includes a set of triplets. And that my husband and I named them all after the colors of the rainbow. And their response being the cherry on the top of the sundae when they raise their eyebrows and say, “DAMN!!!! Can’t y’all just buy a 52 inch television and watch TV instead or something??!!”
P.S. I don’t really have 7 children.
P.P.S. Nor are they named after the colors of the rainbow.
P.P.P.S. But if I did, their names would RULE. In fact, let’s name my imaginary rainbow children RIGHT NOW, shall we??? :)
(Red) Crimson
(Orange) Sienna
(Yellow) Jonquil (Or Buttercup. I loves me some Princess Bride, I do.)
(Green) Kelly
(Blue) Azure
(Indigo) Emily (I know, I know…but Emily Saliers is in the group The Indigo Girls. Does that count? :)
(Purple) Violet
P.P.P.P.S. Yeah, I also know, they’re all girl names.
P.P.P.P.P.S. But I have all boys right now.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. AND as I have the only single chromosome husband in the history of the world, it’s likely to stay that way.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. So…MY fictional rainbow family, MY gender selection, AND I WANT TO BY RUFFLE-BUTT UNDERWEAR AND TUTUS AND CUTE LITTLE GIRL SHOES IF ONLY IT IS IN MY HEAD FOR FICTIONAL RAINBOW NAMED CHILDREN, SO PPPPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTHHHHHH!!!!!
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. And I also realize that that last thing was probably way, WAY less sucky and way, WAY more hilarious to me than the people I was with.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I know, I know.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. You can’t take me anywhere.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. :)
What doesn’t suck for you? :)
This. post. rocks!
You’re so pretty.
I always tell my best chica that when she gets a little goofy. :)
Things that don’t suck:
1) Zebras – unless they’re starting something, then get out of their way.
3) Alpha-Bits – one day everyone will realize that this cereal is far superior to all others, and the early champions will be vindicated.
5) Staplers – just think how lame Office Space would have been without them.
7) Odd numbers – obviously.
You Rock!!
Things that don’t suck are:
1. When my kids come up to me for no reason and say “I love you mommy”.
2. chocolate (I’m PMS-ing, what can I say)
3. naps, either mine or the kids’ ;)
4. Coke, but not diet.
5. Awesome posts. :)
Love your list. Things that don’t suck right now are:
1. Bud Light Lime
2. My nephew sleeping in his own bed (but I miss it…sometimes)
3. My husband’s Wranglers
4. The fact my daughter is no longer a teenager, and she loves me
again :) Glad that phase is over!!
The spinach-pasta salad with grilled chicken, roasted red peppers, homemade balsamic vinaigrette, goat cheese, and sunflower seeds that I just finished making and stuck in the fridge, that we shall enjoy for dinner tonight. :-)
Let’s see…things that don’t suck for me…
1. The Grand America hotel w/ my man.
2. Flowers blooming in everyone’s yards.
3. Warm weather that is supposed to happen this weekend.
4. Mother’s Day (love it, no diaper changing and I get spoiled)
5. Getting to see a really good friend at the end of this month.
6. My Mom being here last week and doing my dishes every day.
You had me at ponytails on napes. :)
I love #7 – love it. Only problem now is I have grown out my hair for the first time in years and when I bomb (sorry, drive responsibly, always just the speed limit… always… ) down the highway, all 4 windows down, music up, singing loudly (and badly) all the while my hair gets miserably tangled now.
So instead of not doing it anymore (give it up?!?! No way!!) I just carry a ponytailer in my car and pop it into a ponytail at the end of the drive. Therefore disguising the mess.
Mind you, people may see the general messiness of my Mom clothes and just assume that I have no time for myself and that explains the hair.
Also – LOVE the ps’es, Love them!!
So your husband can’t be the only single chromosome male. There must be at least two…I have four sons.
The result is that since it requires a uterous to find any missing object, I am the designated finder of things. Have you noticed this??
Things that don’t suck.
Cinco De Mayo…. the food, the beer,…all of it.
Really good kisses.
New shoes.
Cut flowers.
I think you should trade “Jonquil” to “Jaundice”.
You are a nut and its clearly time to start reproducing again. Just saying.
1. My actual 8 children (most of the time!)
2. finding our someone who has been trying so hard is pregnant!
3. baby grins
4. iced tea with lemon – all day long~!
5. bedtime
6. inspiration for great posts!
fun post, Loralee!
hey, if you want a daughter, i am thinking about renting jenna out. other people seem to love her, and she doesn’t talk back to anyone but me. she loves babies and doesn’t mind changing diapers. she’d watch butterlump while you lay (lie?) in the tub for hours. she’d probably clean your kitchen, too. at least sweep and vacuum. i might as well try to recoup some of my financial investment in her. don’t worry. all rental income will go to her college fund. let me know if you’re interested. you know how to reach me. xo
I can’t decide where this fits in the “complementary on one end, insulting on the other end” spectrum, but I named my aussie shepherd dog “Indigo” after the Indigo Girls.
It seemed more flattering at the time.
And why stop at fluffy-butt underwear for little girls. Go get yourself some!
But then perhaps avoid sitting on anything too firm or you’ll end up with major tushy-wrinkles.
Why do I feel like singing, “These are a few of my favorite things?”
The ponytail thing. Oh. That. Is. Good.
The chivalry thing. Not enough left in the world.
The smell of cigarette smoke. No words.
You know we can’t get Godiva truffles in Australia, right?
That really sucks.
What doesn’t suck is um… I will get back to you on that.
1. Holding my huge-mungous black cat Jasper, who once weighed a pitiful, dog-mauled, 1 pound.
2. Kissing my boyfriend and us making each other laugh with raspberries, tickles, funny faces, etc while kissing. Oh, tickling him and general, and putting my cold feet on his stomach, getting tickled in retaliation, basically laughing with him til we can’t breathe.
3. Making my mom laugh. Especially if we talk in stereo and that makes her laugh.
4. Ribbing and being ribbed by my jokester dad. He loves to get in ‘trouble’.
5. Getting treated like an adult by my sister. (I’m 26, she’s 32, you do the math.)
6. Trying to not laugh while my bf does an odd honking/squeaking/puff-breathing snore.
7. Cadbury Chocolate. mmmmmmmmmmm
8. Maybe Baby perfume by Benefit. (From Benefit.com)
9. Getting free furniture from my bf’s soon to be step-dad who is moving in with my bf’s mom as I type.
10. Surviving hydroplaning into a parked semi on a rainy day in December with only one scratched up finger to show for it. (Not showing: severely sprained hand that is now better and two cracked ribs, also better.)
1. reading your blog – it always cheers me up.
2. finding a book to read and honest to goodness loving every bit of it from beginning to end
3. watching mark harmon smile – that man is super fine. i don’t care if he is old enough to be my father. if he wasn’t married, i’d sign up in a heart beat.
4. looking at sweet little babies and smelling their sweet smell.
5. having my 4 year old nephew snuggle up to me, hold my hand, and tell everyone that i belong to him. i’d totally have kids if i could have one just like him.
Your list is great, and I especially love #5. Chivalry is up there with good manners in my book, so it warms my heart when my 2 year old daughter says “Bless you Mummy” when I sneeze and when my 5 year old son does not have to be reminded to say please and thank you.
Things that don’t suck:
1. Feeling my due-in-September-baby practicing her kung-fu moves. The absolute best part of being pregnant.
2. Seeing my fellow Tennesseans pull together to help each other out after the nasty, nasty flooding that hit Nashville and the surrounding counties.
3. Escaping the floods even though we only live 75 miles away from Nashville.
4. Blue skies on sunny, warm days.
5. My 2 year old daughter helping me “cook” supper
6. My 5 year old son pretending to be a superhero. Has anyone else heard of Speedman or Lava Man?
7. My fabulous husband who has been amazing as this pregnancy has been a lot harder on me than my previous two.
1. My hilariously sarcastic 10 yo old son who still loves his mama.
2. My good-guy husband who is perfectly OK with me staying home and homeschooling instead of earning money.
3. Peanut butter oatmeal and chocolate soy milk. And chocolate in general. And sweet tea.
4. BOOKS!
5. DOGS!
6. Watching my favorite TV shows by myself so I don’t have to deal with my guys asking me questions ABOUT SHOWS THEY DON’T EVEN WATCH SO THAT I MISS WHAT’S GOING ON DURING *MY* SHOWS!
7. The silky feel and pretty smell of my hair after it’s washed and air-dried.
8. Correct spelling and grammar. (Although I am putting periods at the end of fragments in my list…)
9. Yummy-smelling lip balm and gloss.
10. Spending the summer by the pool.
http://thismommysjourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-doesnt-suck.html
Kisses from my two-year-old. Nobody kisses better than that!
The non-sucky list here includes Nathan’s Famous Dogs, tomorrow is payday, and Twitter. You said it best: you don’t have to be alone unless you want to be.
@kissthedog
That is awesome I am working, on mine.
Kelly can be a boys name. well, actually, Kelly IS a boys name. for realz.
You could wear ruffle butt underwear. That is, if you wear underwear. Don’t want to make hubby mad.
And Godiva truffles? heaven in your mouth
not sucking??
-after looking for a year, we have a house
Which three are the triplets?
LOVE The Princess Bride Best movie of all time :)
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