When upon life's billows.....Edit to add a super smile!

Time for a sound of music type "these are a few of my favourite things" list, you know, when things look a bit glum and gloomy we are told to look at our blessings and we will be made cheerful and full of hope.
Hoorah. Let's do that then and also, let's throw in a 'please say hello and let me know who you are and where you are and how fabulous you think I am' plea and I am pretty sure by this bedtime I shall be skipping and tra-la-laing for all I am worth. That includes all you ' don't now how to comment but I read you every day' people, you know who you are JANE! also LEAH! and ADELE, GEMMA!!! and everyone else that tries to sneak in and read and sneak out again.
It's easy, you click on the comment thing at the end of the post and then you write about how fantastic I am and then you hit post comment or whatever it says, signing your name of course so it isn't an anonymous comment, because then I can give you credit when I see you next, we all like credit.
Actually, I am already a bit cheerful, it is sunny, I am easy to please, just give me sunshine and pretty much everything else fades into the background, open school gates for 8 hours a day and what the hell else matters?
I have done all I can, sent off letters of appeal ( that cost £4.20 to ensure it gets there tomorrow £4.20!!!!!) letters from doctors included to say "ha! just call me, I'll tell you how fit for nothing she is, truly, give me a call, the woman is crazy!"
I still don't have any paperwork from Landlady who is in Florida hope there is a hurricane but not anywhere near Lacey, in fact only right where landlady is so she has a bit of a horrible time but doesn't die. So can't get any forms filled in, can't officially change address or be officially anything.

However, ( come on down Julie Andrews!!) life otherwise is alright.
Sunshine seems to be sticking around and that means that I am able to walk around outside and see our gravel, that crunches and looks so clean and tidy. How can some little stones of different colours, thrown on the ground give me such joy? Who knows, or cares they just do, in a very big way.

My mallow tree looks so happy and blooming in it's little nook next the door. Washing is drying and blowing in a gentle breeze. I cannot tell you just how much I love to see that, not for me a faint ' ah, nice' feeling, nope a real, honest to goodness stomach flipping HOORAH! for me when I look at these things. I love it. A lot. ( can you imagine how I would feel if something huge were to be mine? I would drop dead probably with the bliss and excitement of it all)

My tooth is gone.
Dear life, the noises that came with that extraction....the dentist one side, nurse the other patting my arm when that stubborn bugger was out at last asking " are you OK? that was a tough one, are you sure you're alright?" while I hmmmmmd and nodded and gave thanks to the Lord that I had managed to get through the ordeal without ripping my capri pants off ( because I tell you I was gripping them either side, a leg in each hand and pulling so hard while she tugged and twisted and I listened to the grunting and cracking and crunching noises) My children came out of my body easier than that rotten and stinky ( and how stinky, ack) tooth came out. It is now out and I have a gaping hole that I am determined not to keep poking my tongue into because ewwwwwww, revolting. It didn't cost me a thing either, can't quite imagine what it would be like to have to go through that and THEN have to pay for the joy.

We have cable TV which means that I can watch ' Extreme makeover Home edition' and get teary eyed and imagine if the hyper and somewhat annoying Ty whatever he is called were to knock on MY door and tell me that while I am away for a week he will build me a home. I can imagine what those womens' faces would be like, how furrowed their brows would be as they heard my tale and how furiously they would nod and agree that life has been tough and they are jolly well going to build me a dream home and get misty eyed at the overwhelming bliss of helping such an unfortunate person as me out.

I have a huge rhubarb and apple crumble ready to go into the oven. I made it while I had a full mouth full of teeth, knowing that I would be able to enjoy it even with a sore mouth and gaping hole. I love me some crumble and custard, it is indeed one of my favourite things. A hug food, the best kind.

No matter where we live, people love to come to our home. What a wonderful thing that is for me. I love company, especially when they bring chocolate.
I love people turning up and visiting. I love impromptu dinners, the sort where people arrive and stay and suddenly it's dinner time and we throw together a feast. love having too many kids here and have them run around ( outside please, where we can hear them in the background, far away in the happy distance) and then go home, leaving my kids happy and tired. I love not caring if the house gets untidy( er), I adore realising that is suddenly late and the day is almost over and has been another one of fun and friendship. I am a bit sad that the school holidays are over and that means people are less likely to just arrive. Soon it will be dark early and then it will be even less likely that people will come unannounced.

Halloween stuff is in the shops! England is getting it, we are entering into the holiday atmosphere and having some fun.......I want a party again this year, everyone I know wants a party again. No money though. So......people of my town who read my blog...shall we do the party thing this year? At my house of course, we will do the whole decorating deal and organise it but do you all want in? Shall we make it a joint deal? I know there are enough of us that want another fabulous night that we can make it a great one. Let me know and we'll start arranging it all and deciding who brings what!

This house has firedoors and double glazing, this means that when you go to bed and shit ( ha I typed shit instead of shut and it made me laugh when I went back and reread it because I am sometimes a 10year old boy in my head, so I am leaving it there in case it makes you laugh as well) the door it is sooooooooo quiet. I love quiet. Can you beat perfect quiet and absolute darkness when it's time to sleep? I think not.

There are so many things right at my fingertips that make me happy. I just wanted to remind myself and I have. All is well.
And From Sam ( aged 4 and 1/4)
"Auntie Helen, would you like a chocolate biscuit?"
"no thankyou darlin'"
"but why?"
"well, because today I had a tooth pulled out and it's still really quite sore"
"oh" ( Sam runs into kitchen)
"GRANDMA! GRANDMA, can you help me? I need you to call someone!"
My sister Julie, Sam's grandma. "Yes, who do you need me to call?"
"The dentist..QUICK!"
"Why do you need the dentist Sam?
"Oh, because somebody only went and pulled out one of auntie Helens teef and it's very sore!"

Then..." Grandma, I am so proud of you!"
"how lovely Sammy, why are you proud of me?"
"Oh because you love me"