The Joy of Food

NaBloPoMo asks:

What food always makes you feel happy when you are eating it?

         There is nothing on God’s green earth that makes me happier than a monstrous sandwich or salad from Subway with all the fixings!  I could “eat fresh” until the veggies, meats, breads, and sauces were literally pouring out of my ears.  

         Whether I choose a foot long sub or all those amazing ingredients sliced and diced in a bowl and drizzled with chipotle sauce, onion sauce, and honey mustard, I am one happy camper if I am chowing down at Subway!

This month I am making December a little more joyful with NaBloPoMo!

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Finding the Joy

This month I am making December a little more joyful with NaBloPoMo!

Today's question is: 

What do you do when you're down to bring yourself a little joy?

         When I am down, I tend to find myself some comfort food, crank my tunes on Spotify to full blast, and lose myself in my artwork.   I find my Zen in art, music, and food.  

       I have always been soothed by music.  After my mom died I would play the piano for hours, playing every single piece of music I possessed.   My soul is soothed by music, my heart filled with unbridled joy, which ultimately results in the unleashing of boundless creativity.

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Those Beautiful Eyes

     I couldn’t wait!  When the time finally arrived I feared the unknown and the pain.  There was no turning back.   Through my joyful tears I said hello.  Her lusty cries were silenced and her eyes showed recognition.  She knew me! 

     The torturous pregnancy had been worth it.  My baby recognized me and my heart filled with an overwhelming sense of love, joy, and peace like I have only ever experienced once more in my life with the birth of my son. 

     Ever since that first glimpse when I melted into the windows of my child’s soul, I have been enraptured.

Autumn Joy

Welcome to Day 11 of BlogFest 2012!  Thank you to Jenny Taylor at So Very Me! for today's writing prompt!

     Living in the heart of the Midwest I get to experience an autumn rich with color.  Living so close to the high school offers the advantage of hearing the roar of the crowds cheering at the football game and the musical refrains of the high school band performing without ever leaving my backyard.  I have always welcomed the chill of the air after the heat of summer.

     There is the thrill every Saturday of cheering on the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame’s football team as they take on each opponent.  The fact that the team is currently undefeated adds to that joy this year.  Hopefully they will continue to kick a$$ and take names!!  I have cheered on the Irish my whole life and any day the football team is playing is cause for celebration, especially if they win. We dress in our Notre Dame gear and cheer the team on in style.  Before my mom died, I had the pleasure of attending several games with her.  I had the time of my life exploring campus, indulging in all the delicious food sold on the quad, watching the band march to the field and perform, and cheering on the team from the stands.

      I look forward to exploring the Pumpkin Fantasyland each year, and wagon rides into the pumpkin patch.  Eating hot soup and sipping apple cider.  Dressing up for Halloween and trick or treating with the kids.  Bundling up against the cold winds and arming myself with my leaf blower to attack the leaves that carpet the entire yard in a myriad of reds, oranges, and gold.  I love the bonfires to celebrate Halloween and the hayrides into the woods filled with goblins and ghouls just waiting to scare the beJe$us out of me.  While I love all the seasons, autumn brings its own brand of magic until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.

The Wonders of the Season

     There is no greater feeling of wonder than what comes over most people during the holiday season. No matter how bad things are, there is something about Christmas that brings hope, joy, and wonder into your life. No matter how bleak things appear, there is no greater wonder than being with the ones you love to celebrate the most famous birthday of all.

     Imagine that long ago winter night when the shepherds were in the field watching over their flocks and the angel of the L0rd appeared to them announcing the birth of the newborn king. I can’t imagine a more wondrous sight! Certainly it would have scared the living hell out of them, but once they got over that they probably were amazed by the sight they beheld. How wondrous to imagine that one day this small baby with such humble beginnings would save us all as long as we believed.

     Traditions were born and swirled around the miraculous birth and the extraordinary gifts given by the wise men that long ago night. Because of the gifts presented to the new born king, we now celebrate by exchanging gifts on Christmas day.


     The idea of love, goodwill, and peace on earth helped to form another tradition formulated around the mythical figure of Santa Claus who represents all that is good and right with the world. How appropriate that Santa Claus delivers his gifts to good children on the eve of the anniversary of the most wondrous birth in history.

     Christmas is the only holiday which is full of wonder, magic, and joy for all those who believe. With my husband coming home for Christmas, the magic and joy typical of the holiday season prevalent, finally for the first time since he left after Thanksgiving, I am filled with wonder and hope. 

      For all of you who have been so kind to stop and read my words, I wish you a very Merry Christmas. May the wonder of the holiday season, no matter how you celebrate, fill you with great happiness and hope and may your Christmas be filled with blessings. That is all I have to say until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.