Praise time Activity

Things that make me really happy:

Bean sprouts.
Personal witnessing.
Getting a sweet correction from an adult who loves me.
Getting an out-of-the-blue e-mail of love and "I don't know why I'm writing you, but I felt like it."
Root Beer.
Getting comments from Garfunkel. (grin)
Getting disappointed, and sailing on a happy high after hearing from the Lord.
The anticipation of watching our moving date get closer and closer. (Further, too, but always more "closer" than "further", if you catch my drift.) Wouldn't have it any other way.
Finding people who let me show them my new songs. Priceless people, them.
Being busy.
Recording vocals for something. Anything. Anybody got a Feed My Lambs project? My e-mail address is in my profile. (smirk)
Joking around with Steve.
Flipping a cake out of the pan and onto the rack and seeing that, hey, it actually looks edible.
Coming to the end of the day and realizing that I've managed to stay awake all day. Quality day, that.
Drinking tons and tons of water after working out. (this one is one of those extremist things that I take off and do all the way when I feel like it)
Doing a HUGE cleaning job, where I haul everything away and scrub the surfaces. (another one of the extremist things. My domains are usually diasasters until this inspiration strikes.)
Getting comments on my blog from people whose blogs I enjoy, whose music I love, whom I've heard about, who I miss, whose opinions I value, and everybody else.
Heavy, heavy blankets in the middle of winter.
Writing songs with talented songwriters. Or just about anyone, for that matter.
Whipped cream.
Brevity.
Going to the movie rental store and finding the movie I'm looking for right away, no complications, coming home, watching it, having it be a nice edifying movie that everyone enjoys. Wonderful feeling of easy fulfilment.
Yogurt.
Getting kisses from Mommy and hearing her say stuff like, "You're my sweet little girl. I waited through 4 boys for you, I was so happy when you came." Usually followed by, "I remember when we used to put your hair in pony tails and dress you up..."
Objectivity.
Coffee.
Humble, meek (bordering on needlessly apologetic), forgiving, kind responses to harsh, self-righteous, angsty accusations.
Sitting next to someone who has their arms wrapped around you.
Talking with someone about ideas. Someone who makes you feel like your ideas are worth something.
Finishing a long algebra problem and getting it right. YAY.
Writing little pieces on the piano. (And googling Italian words to give them names. Heh heh.)
Getting long e-mails from my sister.
Raising my hand and having people notice and get quiet. (Makes me so happy I usually forget what I was going to say.)
Having Steve say "I don't hate your songs, okay! They're just not my style! But out of your sick ballad style, your songs are the best." High praise. Fuzzy feeling. Usually followed by, "But what do I know, I don't listen to your sort of sick ballad music."
Completing a crossword puzzle.
Being sick and having Mom bring me yummy food. (Doesn't happen often.)
Secretly being awake when Mom and Dad think you're asleep, and listening to them being quiet for my sake. (My little brother Dan, on the other hand, has been weighed in the balances and found wanting.)
Getting a letter in the mail. Whoa, happens like, twice a year. It's like Christmas.
Sitting in front of the heater in Wintertime, looking up at the Christmas tree and singing "Oh Holy Night" or "Santa Claus is Coming to Town."
Helping someone with their Language Arts. Teaching them nifty grammar rules.
Hearing adults say nice things about me.
Finishing a song and being happy with it. (Doesn't happen often.)
Sloppy Joes.
Hugs that last for a long time.

Aaaaaand I tagggggg...ELAINA! Pow, take that.