Lessons, Dick Tracy, Boob Capes and Clovers.

Although I did more of nothing today, I have plenty to be thankful for. I will start with a lesson in thanks I have undergone in the past 48 hours.

I know what you are thinking, "How could someone who dedicates time every day to write a blog about thankfulness have anything to learn?!?!!" Here's the deal: I live in a beautiful home. I remember driving by these homes when they where being built and saying to myself, "...if only I could live in one of those..." I also remember when I first got it. Sitting in the empty living room on the floor with my mom, looking up at the 24 foot ceilings and feeling so blessed. Fast forward to the past year or so- most of what I do when complimented about my home is complain about how enormous it is and how tired I am of cleaning. I whine about how it was built too quickly and in settling everything has cracked. The grout wasn't sealed so it is perpetually dirty, and the huge windows on 25 foot wall in the family room cause sunlight to reflect on the TV so for about and hour everyday you can't see the screen. AND, the grass sucks. These are the things I talk about when someone mentions how lucky I am to be in this home. What an ungrateful fool I have been. My family and I have had the opportunity to live in an unbelievably nice home that we could never afford outside of this situation. This all become abundantly clear to me when we started looking at what we could afford when we get to San Diego. Everything is for the most part, apartment living. Base housing is primarily town homes, with little to zero backyard and looking to be fairly outdated. Outside of base housing, we can't afford much more than that and at least if it is base I know the neighborhood is legit. I feel like a shmuck. I feel I am not winning in the way of being thankful for an enormous blessing in my life. I am glad to have learned this lesson- even if it took way to long and is pretty embarrassing. I am trying not to beat myself up.

Now, for something way cooler and less guilt ridden....Jesiah discovered a raincoat I bought for P a million years ago when she was much too small to wear it. It is a 4T, 4 inches from his wrist in the sleeve, yellow, vinyl, squeaky and impractical trench style. Jesiah thinks it is a Dick Tracy jacket and wanted to wear it to school. I told him he could, but I was fairly sure he would be made fun of because he looked goofy, and I wasn't going to feel sorry for him since he had been warned. He wore it anyway, which was a really proud moment for me. He genuinely did not care what anyone might think, because anyone who is anyone should know an awesome Dick Tracy when they see it. When I picked him up he said lots of kids said they liked his jacket, one kid said he loved it and a grown up told him he looked snazzy. Way to prove mama wrong.

Presley put a bra around her neck and told me "I'm a super hero cause I have boobs on my back!!" Having a redhead in my life makes for constant entertainment....and frustration, but mostly entertainment!

 Last but not least- two things: First I found a free essay contest for a magazine that I am going to enter, and second, while picking food for Elvis I found a four leaf clover!