Georgia & The Fly

Last week I was sitting on the couch reading, when my younger daughter began elbowing me.  MOMMY LOOK!  MOMMMY LOOK!  She was pointing to something on the back of the couch.  I leaned in for a better view.  It was a run-of-the-mill housefly, perched on the back of the chair.  And it looked dead.

Georgia, that poor fly is dead, quit poking at it.

She was insistent.  NOOO, MOMMY IT’S ALIVE.  REALLY!! I figured she was just pushing on the little dead fly and wiggling it with her finger. But she wasn’t.  It was alive.  Never before had I witnessed a fly sitting patiently while being petted by a human, but there it was.  On the back of my couch.  Only after she’d picked it up and kept petting it for a while did the thing finally fly off.

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I was in equal parts revolted and amazed.  Here was a creature I’d always regarded as a poop-eating, garbage-dump-thriving vermin displaying what can only be described as (dare I say it?) TRUST towards my 5 yr old.  It’s not like humans and flies are the best of friends.  But that fly was as good as glued to Georgia’s hand.  She could have smashed it licketysplit.  But she didn’t.

Sometimes we are like the fly – willing to take a chance against the odds.  Sometimes we are like the child – seeing a friend in the unlikeliest of creatures.  Whether it was Georgia’s sticky hand — or the sweetness of her soul — that kept the fly there for so long, I’ll never know.  But I’d like to think a little of both.

GIVING THANKS.

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I CAN SEEEEEEE YOUUUUU. Really! Now put some clothes on.

YES I KNOW it’s Thanksgiving! I am full too, but I’m not sitting around in my flesh-colored bodysuit. SWEATPANTS PEOPLE!! It’s what they were made for.

I just wanted to take a moment to do something – apart from the whole yogurt tasting – that I’ve been meaning to do for some time. We all know today is meant to be a day to count our blessings. For each of us to stop a moment and say LIFE IS GOOD. Well. Now that I’ve been doing this blog for 14 months, I think it’s about time for me to devote a post to things I am thankful for, like

YOU. You are a friend and/or stranger who somehow stumbled upon this blog. Perhaps you were looking to buy a vacuum. You like Gus the Pennsylvania Lottery Mascot. You shun dog clothes and ass shorts. and dolls named Cloe. You have 18 year old towels. You ride your bike on the sidewalk – or, conversely, want to round up all sidewalk riders and place them in internment camps. You let your dog poop in the woods and enjoy camping. YOU LOVE EASTENDERS!! You enjoy nature. and photography. AND WINE. You live in an old house. You’ve won money GAMBLING! Or, You’re trying to quit smoking. You lost your hamster – and then found it. OR, you’re looking to get rid of DEAD MOUSE SMELL. You’ve done the craziest things EVER for the love of pets. You think the way you drive speaks VOLUMES. You are a crazy cat lady at heart! You LOVE being a momma. AND your friend is giving birth at home. You’re wild about Valentine’s Day. You’re learning to sew. You NEVER get your mail. AND You just found an x-rated animal cracker while watching TV w/ your kids.

HOWEVER YOU GOT HERE. THANK YOU for being a part of The Daily Dish.

This blog is me. and I am it. It’s where I like to be and it looks like all of my dreams.

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THIS IS LIFE. Round past bedtime at the BEST BUY kind of life. You can tell by my tired eyes and less-than-tame hairdo, I am looking forward to a glass (or three) of wine. My older daughter is still snapping photos and my other daughter is half asleep. My husband is… shall we say.. NOT AMUSED?

THIS IS ME. in all my unglory. And yet you keep coming back to read all about it. A Philadelphian. A woman who feels guilty throwing away perfectly good underwear, who thinks her feet are the most underrated appendages on her body. Someone w/ a freaky ear disease who runs a low sodium recipe website. An unapologetic and unabashed wino, wife and mother, who is grateful above all else for my family, my health, and my sense of humor. Who has found a world of acceptance and friendship simply by opening up through a blog.

For all the amazing people I have met here. Who make my world a happier place, and life all the fuller. For each and every one of you, I give thanks.