I was nominated by my aunt to do one of those things that you have to do continually for a week. This one is to post three things you are thankful for every day for a week.
As usual, I decided against posting (most of it) on Facebook. Why post on Facebook over the course of a week (inevitably annoying those people you are thankful for when you know you have a bad habit of continually posting to Facebook once you get going in a 24 hour span), when you can just get it all over with in just one (albeit giant) blog post?
I started off by posting the following on Facebook so that it would be clear that I was not forgoing the nomination – and so I could get the first three rather important ones out there.
I’ve been nominated by [my aunt] to share three things I’m thankful for each day for a week – and in typical me fashion, I will end up converting this into a blog post instead of a shary thing. However, the first day I will definitely write three things I am thankful for. I’m nominating my mother, my father, and my cousin […].
1.) Having my family – and not just my parents, but aunts, uncles, and cousins as well – close enough to visit as often as I can – by car.
2.) A sister in Scotland. Because – SCOTLAND. And because she’s an awesome sister who is willing to be totally crazy with me on occasion.
3.) I am thankful for my effing awesome housemate (who knows me so well, that she started making my list for me, and it went something like this: tea, tea, tea, my boyfriend, tea, tea, my effing awesome housemate, tea, tea, tea, tea, and tea) and my boyfriend who is willing to drive up […] quite a few times in the fall because he knows my work/school schedule is going to be so crazy I can’t visit him […].
So those are my first three. I probably won’t list them out the same way for the rest of the week. I’ll probably just add on, in paragraph form, to this same blog post. Most will probably be in vignette form. We’ll see. From now until next Wednesday!
Ideas to add that will need to hold over until tomorrow to be expanded upon: tea, the ability to read and write, my books, my boyfriend, my roommate, my apartment, my course work, my for-fun job, my parents, that first mystery novel I started writing while on Cape Cod back in elementary school, everyone in my life who has gone along with one of my crazy ideas – and those who put there foot down when they just do not want to find haggis (or fish heads, or whole legs of lamb) in their fridge, my church youth group in high school, every story that has become fodder for this blog…