Life can be fun, even when we don't realize it.

We come across many little things in life that may seem small, but in reality are more enjoyable than many of the bigger things you might run across. Some of these things may even seem boring to some people, but quite the opposite to yourself. Here's a few of the small yet exceptionally enjoyable things that I love about life:

1. Waking up in the morning to my cat purring so hard he practically vibrates off my bed.

2. Finding my favorite flavor of Jelly Belly in a big jar next to all the flavors I don't like.

3. The smell of Vicks VapoRub. I mean really, that's just about the best smell in the world.

4. Breakfast for dinner (I know that's a bit redundant, 'cause I've blogged about that particular pleasure before, but it deserves to be in this list).

5. Dancing without a care to my favorite song.

6. Going out to the beach to get wet, and coming home to get wet again in the shower.

7. Watching my cat spazz when I drag his toy across the grass.

8. Sitting outback (or anywhere for that matter) with family and/or friends telling jokes.

9. Playing fetch with my old dog (before she passed...).

10. Laughing with my Best Bud, for no apparent reason at all. Just because we can, I guess.

11. Huddling in the bathroom heater with my Mum on a cold winter's night.

12. Kitty-lip kisses. I mean really, how cute are their fluffy little lips? So cute you want to bite them but you settle for kissing them instead, that's how cute.

13. Enjoying a nice cup of tea on a cool day.

14. The sound of a can popping when you open it.

15. Taking a nice long, hot shower after a hard day's work.

16. Finishing something. A story, a book, a job, a painting, anything. I just love a job well done.

17. Starting something (see above "somethings"). Nothing like a fresh start to get me excited.

18. Peanut butter. If I were allergic to peanuts, I would die (he he, I made a funny!).

19. Hand writing letters to loved ones using a quill and ink. Nothing else could be so personal for your friend/family member on their birthday and/or holiday.

20. Painting a room and getting it all over myself (which I do. It even gets in my hair, yet strangely enough I love it).

21. Coming home with my mum to find that the boys have fed themselves and Nana, and cleaned up after themselves as well.

22. Painting. I love the tranquility of it, and even the smell of fresh paint relaxes me.

23. Curling up in bed with a good book.

24 Writing. Anything really, it's all about my fingers flying on my keyboard, and my imagination flying high in the sky somewhere.

25. Watching someone laugh, cry or gasp in general amazement at my stories. I think that's just about the only thing better than the actual "writing" part of my stories: Someone enjoying the finished product.

I guess what I'm trying to say here in this blog, is that there are so many little things in life like the things listed above, yet not many people these days seem to really stop to enjoy such things. They take the little things for granted, not even noticing them because they're in such a rush to get through life. When in reality, we should all take a pause in our busy schedules just to enjoy the moment. Because these small little moments in life pass us by too fast, and if we don't enjoy them while they're still happening, they'll just fly by and we'll miss them. So take a moment, and try to think of some of the little things you like, and do one of them. It doesn't have to be a chore to have a little fun. Your little-thing could be something as little as a good cup of coffee in the morning before work, or (like my dad) a nice cigar in the afternoon, or a few minutes of reading before bed, or even just a whiff of your favorite smell.
So stop to smell the roses once in a while, dammit!!! Or I'll get you!!!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

I'm my own grandpa!

Alright, so as you already know (if you read my blog entitled, "Tribute To Harry Gene Shaw"), my dad has been researching our family tree lately. Well, you'll never believe what he found on his side (oh, but of course his side) of the family: incest.
Ewwwwww!!!
You see, my great-great-great-great-something-another grandparents married into their own family. They were cousins. First cousins, and in-case you didn't know, it is illegal to marry your first cousin. Now I know what you're thinking, "eww, you're in-bred!", but that's besides the point. Really, it was like, eight generations ago, so I'm thinking that it has been diluted enough so it's not in my blood by now (does that make any sense? I wouldn't know, I'm in-bred). And besides, my mom's side of the family has royalty in it, so I'm thinking that that ("that that"?) cancels out the incest.
...I think...
Anyway, so the joke is that I'm my own grandpa, because my great-great-great-great-something-another (can't think up a smarter way of saying that?) grandparents were cousins. And now I have just one more thing to say before I sign off, and that thing is: EWW.
Blowg yer la'er, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. I spelled that wrong on purpose, as a way of making fun of the fact that I'm in-bred. I'm not really that stupid. Really. Really really.

Breakfast for dinner

Okay, so I know this is pretty random, but I just wanted to share my favorite dinner-food with you. Which is...breakfast!!! Now, I know that my family and I are not the only people that eat breakfast for dinner, so don't think I'm crazy or anything. Alright, so when we have breakfast for dinner, we don't have just anything that you might find at a breakfast table. We have the ultimate breakfast food: waffles with peanut butter! Yes, you heard right! And yes, it might sound weird, but it, is, awesome!!! You see, what you do is: first, you put butter on the waffle, and make sure it gets a little bit in each square, then you put peanut butter on it, then you put hot syrup on top of that, so it melts the peanut butter into the little squares, and it tastes really good! So anyway, I just wanted to share that with you all, so next time you have waffles, you think to yourself, "hey, maybe I should try having peanut butter on this waffle, because that Miss Eccentric girl that I love so much said it was good". Yeah, because you know you love me. How could you not? You won't regret trying it the way I like it (back on the waffle subject. Keep up!). Well, you might if you're allergic to peanuts. Or if you just don't like peanut butter. But really, who doesn't like peanut butter? (Just so you know, that's a rhetorical question) Everyone likes peanut butter. I mean, how could you not like the way it gets stuck to your tongue, and the only way to get it off is to either keep licking at it like that one dog in that one commercial a few years back, that licked a spoon with peanut butter on it, and just kept on trying to get it off its tongue by licking it, or you could get a glass of milk to wash it down (I suggest a glass of milk, unless you really want your tongue to get tired). The funny story about how I figured out that peanut butter on waffles was really good is, my great-grandfather always had ate his waffles that way, and he was at a restaurant one time, and he ordered a side of peanut butter with his waffles, and the waitress thought he was kind of weird, so he just told her to try it the way he did it, and that she would like it if she did, and the next time she saw him, she said he was right, that she had tried it, and she really liked it, and she couldn't have waffles without peanut butter anymore. *sigh* Wow, good thing I wrote all that instead of saying it, or I would have passed out from lack of oxygen. Anyway, that's not even the only person he turned. He turned many other people, including one of my favorite uncles (not a blood uncle, but definitely an uncle in my heart, and thankfully for me, not the only one), who can not have waffles any other way now either. Alright, so back to the point, which is how I learned of the magical powers of peanut butter on waffles: my mom told me about this (having eaten herself with my Popa as a child), and I tried it myself, and now I can't have a waffle any other way too. It's like a vicious cycle...and now, I shared the joy with you ("sharing the joy" is an expression me and my brother made up, which describes an action like: you're humming a song, because it has been stuck in your head all day, and then you share the joy, by getting it stuck in another persons head, and then they hum the song all day, and share the joy with someone else, who shares the joy with someone else, etc. etc. this can be used for just about anything, but the art of sharing the joy really works better with an annoying song, like the "Ice-cream cake" song in that one commercial. Yeah, real descriptive, right?)

Where was I? Oh yeah!

And now, I shared the joy with you, and you will share the joy with someone you know. And thus, the cycle continues...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.