Motivational songs, house stuff

#1 inspirational song (for me), the one that makes me want to get up and get moving,

Gonna Fly Now by Bill Conti

Another big song for me is:

God Bless the U.S.A. by Lee Greenwood

my favorite “love” song (sung for DH and I at our 10th anniversary renewal of vows):

You’re Still the One by Shania Twain

And one other:

Thanks for My Child by Cheryl Pepsii Riley

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The man loves me! You know sometimes it just helps to know that.

Jay talked to me today and informed me that he had taken out the bathroom window, so it won’t hurt me (or anyone else) anymore.

When we get the new windows it will be lovely! I wonder if he will be replacing the bedroom window or the bathroom window first. Part of me, my thumb specifically, is hoping for the bathroom. Another part is for the bedroom. Right now the thumb part is winning!

I have been truly enjoying the quiet. Some people feel that I should be spending my time going out and “pampering” myself. Exactly what is that? Why do I have to go out to do it? Does it cost money?

See, here I am, and it’s quiet! QUIET! Ahh, glorious SILENCE! The loudest thing here is Jr. (8 mo. old calico) who insists on talking for no apparent reasons. This wouldn’t be such a problem, ‘cept that the last 2 nights it’s been at 3a.m. in the morning. The stinker! I had a talk with said cat tonight, and informed her that she’s not allowed that option tonight. In typical cat fashion, I think she just ompletely blew me off. Ah well, how’s that different from my real life?

I got an awesome email from my cousin yesterday. She thanked me for being there at her brother’s funeral almost 10 years ago. I remember at the time thinking that I was an absolute failure at giving her any comfort. I remember thinking all I was good at was monopolizing her time. My 2 oldest were 4 and 2 at the time, and they were just running havoc everywhere (though during the actual service they were incredibly well behaved). In all I felt a miserable failure.

Her email to me reads, in part, as follows:

“I have never told you how much your presence meant to me at [my brother's] funeral.”

Wasn’t that nice! How often does someone tell you that you were important in their life? When was the last time you thanked someone for being there when you needed it? Have you ever been someone’s “angel”? Did they ever thank you?

I need to remember that, to make a point to tell those who have been there for me how much they mean to me.