super happy lucky time

Today, I was coming home from walking Banjo Eyes and as I was opening my front door I couldn't help but think how lucky I am. And on so many levels. Sometimes I feel like I'm not worthy of everything of have and then there are those other times when I feel like I don't have all that I deserve. Isn't that every woman though? I'm sure there's a bumper sticker to that effect...

I'm lucky that I have a roof over my head. A very nice one, at that. I have two bedrooms, a huge living room, a dining room for those nights that I never entertain and the sweetest of modern bathrooms with timer switches. I can tell that its too much room for me because I have trouble keeping it clean. Plus I'm fucking lazy most days so that can't be helping much. Banjo Eyes has grass and I have three rooms in which to surf the interwebs and watch televsion. Life is good.

I'm lucky that I fucking live in America and not some shithole country where I would most surely have contributed to the infant mortality rate long ago. I'm super grateful that there is always plenty to eat, I don't have polio or have to wake up every morning and worry about kicking Nazi ass. This is a great time and place in which I live no matter how much I wish I had been born eighty years ago.

I am most humble when I thank God for the people in my life. I certainly don't know what I ever did to deserve Ed in my life, but it must have been awesome because he is the best thing that the Lord has ever blessed me with. I do love him so... And I don't want to think about what's going to happen to me without him.

Tomorrow Banjo Eyes goes for a haircut and a bath and we've come a long way from the $15 dollars that we paid back in Butte for such doggy services. By some dumb luck and another smile from Jesus I have money from Sherry to pay for it which is surely going to cost an arm and a leg for his Eastside hipster puppy pampering.

Since God is the only reader I have for my blog, this is my thank you letter for Him.