Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
It is TT Saturdee, the sun is shining (which is good), the temperature are in the life-supporting 40s and there is a full day of work waiting for me, like gym class when it rains and the horrible ‘bad-worse’ possibility races towards you: dodge ball or square dancing. Talk about lose-lose.
But this is a grat list Post, so a list of things that I am/feel/should-be/try-to-encourage-the-feelings of gratitude in my life is what I am damned and determined to write, this morning.
1) Vidchats. Every Friday night since, like forever it seems, we have been doing video chats. They are always worth the time I spend there.
2)…. ok, it’s here… I know it’s in my head* wait! no yeah lets come back to Number two
3) Now, I know I’m in trouble… I just Numbered out 1-10 what is almost always a sign of being ‘on the ropes’ gratitudistically-speaking that is (my honest self-acceptance is surely something any reasonable person would feel grateful for!
4) the freedom to end a sentence on a preposition. I will, in fact, claim this as an Item because I’ve just spent the last 10 minutes (in ‘non-typing time’ which, as we all know, is the variable equivalent of time reading to time writing, in my case 1 minute of reading time equals 8 minutes of NTT (non-typing-time)
5) I need to list my ‘work’ as it is something that I am grateful for even when the stress levels get to the point that make standing on the deck of a boat in the middle of the ocean, picking up dead fish seem like a much, much better way to earn a living.
6) My vfriends (who I may need to list individually in order to complete this list any time before the 4th of July) they are good thing.
7) time and necessity require that I invoke the dreaded, all-conversation-in-the-room- suddlenly-stops Rule 9.3 (of the Book of Secret Rules**) and present what I have written so far as TToT #44.5 (of course, 90.3 does require that the ‘second’ ‘half’ be completed within 24 hours or a visit from (one of) the SevenGuard Virgins (and it’s no likely to be ‘Sleepy’ or ‘Happy’) can be expected.
8) ” …Indoor plumbing……”
9) “….a car in which to do vlogs and annoy vfriends with your lit seatbelt light”
10) and …friends like Christine to provide the ‘note from home’ to get me through todays Post!
Friends-A2Z-here’s what they up to:
Lizzi this
Dyanne: where the hell are my car keys…
zoe: that
Jean …that’s right! 2 clarks and 2 scotts! damn, hadn’t thought about that
* like a clark spends an inordinate amount of time anywhere else!
** Secret Book of Rules
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FRIST?!
okay now that I have secured my position in the world of bloggers everywhere I gotta go back to work and shall return…
FRIST
Is that cheating? To call frist, then not actually comment?
Nope!
(as long as a comment follows co-tangentially to the intial fristationing)… you never know who’s lurking in the ether about to hit Publish. A skillful, competitive Commentationer will score and then write the comment.
Nyaa nyaa nyaa nyaaaaaaa nyaaaaaaaa…in yer face!!!!!….oh…excuse me…did I say that out loud?
Let’s hear it for zoe!
thanks you my adoring fans…ahem…fan.
Seem to be having a wee bit o’ trouble with the thankfuls this week, Clark. You have forgotten the back up. No need to call the guard virgins. Indoor plumbing…a car in which to do vlogs and annoy vfriends with your lit seatbelt light…and that’s all I’ll contribute. I’ve got my own lists to do!
Christine
thank you!
That whole never-end-a-sentence-with-a-preposition rule causes me grammar grief. I don’t know how many sentences I have started and then scrapped because I can’t seem to end them correctly! It’s ridiculous, really.
I never worry about the way I end sentences unless it’s absolutely stupid and, like mid-
So there’s that.
Also I managed to turn into…not a GuardVirgin (a leap too far of the imagination, not to mention that…oh nevermind) but one of the evil Snow White’s pets (Laura was having a bad day, too – we ended up as Snarky and Bitey).
It must be astronological, like maybe ‘the Moon is in Spaghettios’ or something
The moon is in Spaghettios’? sloppy joes perhaps… wtf with all the food references lately???? damn…. never mind…. Way to go , Christine! Nice additions to the list… I do believe I heard Clark take a deep breath after that…
Hey, you said to remind you… you may not be in the mood but you were going to answer my question and before you say “what question?” refer back to 4/15 comment stream… No pressure cuz iI was surprised you were actually going to formally answer it… so that said…
No…I’m not sure we know each other well enough to have synced up that way yet…
Isn’t it in the Secret Book of Rules (or Book of Secret Rules) that a proposition is something we are allowed to end a sentence with? PAHAHAHAHAAAA!
So that’s what the book’s for!
Very true, the Book of Secret Rules is truly where it’s at
Hmmm….those Seven Guard Virgins have certainly been coming up a lot in your recent conversations.
they are very charismatic Virgins
And have a great Easter, Clark?
thank you, Michelle
I too am thankful for indoor plumbing and the “artistic license” to end a sentence in a preposition. If you are celebrating Easter today I wish you a wonderful holiday.
license??! I need a.. (ok, that started out funny in my head)
Jen stole my comment. Here’s to indoor plumbing and awesome friday night vidchats with awesome friends like YOU :D even though I did need to show you the right way to tell the story ;)
lol
and I thank you for that
Your list is perfection. I won’t admit how many times, on my nightly list I write things like: sunshine, a car, laughter, shoes… because of how long the day was. It is gratitude for the little things that make the stressful seasons palatable.
thank you. for something so simple, I am always surprised at how frequently I forget this.
I’m digging Frog in Paris. And always Clark.
I’m digging Frog in Paris too! You crack me up Clark! I can’t wait to meet you on the chat someday…
And what’s with these virgin guards? Is this a vidchat thing? Whatev. I’ll get there and find out for myself… one of these damn days.