My favorite thing

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I didn't see a thread like this, if I missed it I'm sorry

What is your favorite thing?

It could be a habit, an item or a place. (no people please :p)

Name something you couldn't do without, and why, possibly describe it.



My favorite thing at this given moment is my flash stick (drive, whatever).

It can only hold 15MB but it's been infinitely useful to me. I have a bigger one that holds 10 times that, but I love my little one. It holds what I need when i need it for quick transport between my work and home computer, so I can't miss a tiny thought or sentance I want to jot down. It only cost me about $5, and it's not any bigger than a tube of lipstick, heck it even has a place to put it on my key ring.

Much love to my little flash stick.
 
I love my culture.

It's made me who I am, but it's more than that. It's something that stretches back for thousands of years; something that connects me to those of my family that came before me. That it's survived all the attempts at wiping it out makes me proud.
 
cloudy said:
I love my culture.
:rose:

I love the internet. It's brought me so many incredible friends, is a great source of information, and a great library of gorgeous pics of the people I fancy. :devil:
 
I have a photograph of my grandmother, her sisters and her parents. It was taken in front of the tent they lived in. Every time I look at it, I realize how far we've come in a relatively short period of time. And every time in look in the mirror, I see her shadow on my face.
 
I love my ring.

I have worn many in my life. Some were just for fun, because I thought they looked cool, others indicated a lifetime commitment that was never realized. At one point, I thought that my wedding ring was the most important one I could wear.

But there is one silver ring, I wear it on my right middle finger. I've had it since I was six years old. For almost thirty years now, it has been my personal symbol for strength, perserverance, and endurance.

It belonged to my Uncle Grant. He was a Vietnam Vet, like my father, but unlike dear ol' Dad, Grant was a grunt. Not the brghtest of men, but he had a simple honesty that most people in his time admired. Eventually, he died from complications due to his many wounds.

Before he passed, however, I went to see him, along with my family, at his upstate New York home. I'll never understand why he considered me his favorite nephew. Maybe he understood something then that I would not know for another quarter-century and more.

Uncle Grant was the singularly strongest man I have ever known. I like to think that the ring he pulled off his finger, looped in a chain and hung around my neck, gave me the strength I needed to get through the last five years.

Or maybe it's just a ring, and the strength was always mine.

Either way, I'll never take it off.

God bless you, Uncle Grant. :rose:
 
http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n97/lacelena/chocker.jpg

That is one of my favorite things. My choker. That one and one other necklace goes with me when I leave the house for more than a day. The other is a white circle with my cancer sign on it. It hangs on a black necklace and when I am upset I hold it in my hand and rub the circle. It calms me and reconnects me. It helps me center myself.
 
I love my teddybear. It's been with me since I was a baby and sometimes it is still nice to grab it and go to bed, when I'm alone. It's all ragged and the nose has falling off more than once, but dammit I love my Honey Bear!!
 
One of my favorite things is this photo that I took in 1973. When I move, this is the last thing I take off the wall & the first picture I put up in my new apartment.
 
The family history scrapbook I made of the Irish side of my family. I made copies of old photos (some over 100 years old) that my grandmother had and used the copies to make a scrapbook of my family. My grandmother also gave me 3 antique portraits of relatives, including one of my great great grandfather.
I started to do one for the Scottish side of my family, but I am waiting on my mother for the photos.

-Sheila
 
jayce1066 said:
One of my favorite things is this photo that I took in 1973. When I move, this is the last thing I take off the wall & the first picture I put up in my new apartment.

That's a great picture! :D

My favotire possesion is my car. I need for almost everything outside the house, and it's one of my favorite cars ever. So win win :D
 
A box of handwritten recipes that came to me after my grandmother died. Just cooking them is a great memory in itself, but to see her handwriting and remember the times making them with her, and the flavors of my childhood. I often feel that I should copy them over to keep them from being handled so much, but I'd miss the connection.
 
I really want to reply to this thread, but as I thought it over, I realized: I don't have a favorite thing. I have many things I love, but if I had to save one single thing in a fire I would dither; I can't pick just one.
 
Music is my favourite thing.
I listen to it everyday.
There is something for every mood I am in at any given moment.
When I don't get my music fix I get a little crazy.
I even listen to music as I am going to sleep.
I can lose myself in it and stop myself from over thinking when the need arises.
I can use it to calm me when I am upset or angry.
When I am happy I can play happy songs that make me want to dance around my house.
Music doesn't judge or belittle or make me feel bad about myself.
Music allows me to explore my feelings in a calmer manner.
Certain songs have certain meanings.
With Arms Wide Open and Beautiful Boy for my son Jordan.
Heaven for one of my daughters.
When i am angry or doing housework Alanis Morrisette, Jagged Little Pill album.
On Jordans birthday when I was sad Fergie, Big Girls Don't Cry.
Sometimes it is just the overall feeling of a song or music and at others it is the words that speak to me.
And best of all if my house burns down it is all replaceable. ;)
 
My favorite thing is my dog. He's not an object and he's not a possession, so he isn't really a thing, nor is he human (a great positive trait.)

My dog is a German Shepherd. I got him when he was eight weeks old and he's six years old now. We've been through a lot together. When people admire how well-behaved he is, I remember what a destructive monster he was as a puppy; he ate furniture, shoes, and a rental-apartment carpet, but he was so cute, it's easy to forget. He will play with a stick or a ball for hours, for as long as someone will throw it for him, until he literally falls down from exhaustion. When I'm in the house, he is never more than a few feet from me.

Large dogs generally don't have very long lives. He's small for his breed, only 65-ish pounds, and that is good for his health; all the same, I know that one day he'll be gone. I don't like to think about it. I know that if he becomes ill in his old age, I won't let him suffer. I will do the right thing, but just the thought tears me up; I do know that he will leave this world with the same love he's always brought to me every day of his life.

I will get other dogs after he's gone, but they will never be like him. He always makes me smile, even on days when nothing else can. As long as he's on this earth, I'll appreciate every moment, and the important lesson he's taught me, that life is not the past or the present, it's RIGHT NOW.
 
Probably my 'Dad' ring. Gold ring, says Dad on it, lol. It's not so much the ring, but what it stands for.
 
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