San Diego Momma Deb is one of my absolutely favorite blog writers. Smart, quirky, touching, sometimes a little gross, sentimental, intelligent, very funny, and always really real. If I weren’t such a straight up guy (no eye rolling, please) I could turn stalker. But that would be weird, on account of my being generationally challenged (OKAY, I’m old!!!), and the fact that we are both happily married, to other people. Further, her husband is called The Rock, and with a name like that could probably kick my ass. So, lucky for the both of us, she lives on the other side of the country. But despite the age difference, our different stages of life, her living on a different planet (California) and all that, I relate to so much of what she writes. SHE is awesome! I’m guessing you would think so, too.
This is like a meme. Deb did this as part of her Prompt Tuesday. Prompt Tuesday is usually a writing exercise. She gives the topic, and you get ten minutes to write off the top of your head. But not this one. This assignment is just to list my awesome things. You know, the stuff in my life that I think are, well… awesome!
Of course, the most awesome things are really not things. They are the people in my life. But this is not about that. This is about awesome things.
In no particular order:
My CharBroil grill. This makes me a real man, right?
My Toshiba 42 inch HDTV. For my potato moments.
My Trek road bike. For my non-potato moments, which I prefer!
My Panasonic leather massage chair. Originally bought for Eric (our autistic son) so he could chill. But I use it way more than he does!
My little Honda Civic. Leather, sunroof, heated seats, 37 MPG. Mmm!
My MacBook. The door to blogworld and all of you! : )
My iPhone. Can you tell I’m a Mac zombie?
My Nordic Track C2300 treadmill. Long, long winters in Toledo, but… “nobody gonna slow me down, oh no, I got to keep on movin’ …
My Epocrates and Pandora iPhone apps. One for the left brain, one for the right.
I hope you enjoyed this short list of Ferd’s Awesome Things!
How ‘bout yours?