don't you have those times when

you sit back, relax & sigh... realizing that you are just lucky to be alive?
when i was young, i always complained about being short.
even now, sometimes i complain about being short [esp. when i am drizzunk].
being eye level to most peoples' boobs & having to sniff that BO is no cakewalk, BELIEVEEE ME!
whenever i complained, though, my dad always responded with a 'at least you have legs.'
or a 'at least you have feet.'
& i always thought that those were inappropriate answers... most people do have legs and feet!
... looking back, i'm glad he said what he said.
why am i bitching and moaning. seriously. what GOD AWFUL situation am i in that i can complain?
i have a healthy body [which i CONSTANTLY take advantage of, but thank GOD!], a wonderful family, wonderful friends, wonderful opportunities...
what MORE could i want?
OBVIOUSLY i could have more SHOES... but that's not what i'm talking about.
every day i have, in my power, to do something different. not a day goes by where i have to work at mcdonalds 9-5 bc i have 8 crying kids at home and a dog to feed.
i have flexible hours, monies in the bank [not much, but still there] and youth.
seriously.
what more could i ask for.
nex stop? PARIS!