I'm glad I'm tall. I can reach things on the top shelf, sit comfortably in chairs, etc. Also, pregnancy looks really uncomfortable for short people. It's not that bad for me, I rather enjoyed it, until the end when everyone hates it.
I'm glad my kids are cute. Let's be honest, some aren't.
I'm glad that if push came to shove, I could defend myself in a street fight. Thank you abusive older brothers, team sports, and years of pent up rage.
I'm glad I'm not a picky eater. Yes, I have texture issues (seafood, raisins), but I like all vegetables and fruits. I am not liking meat so much these days that is true, but I can hardly ever see myself turning down a juicy steak if it were on the table.
I'm glad I know how to clean. Not that my house, when I had a house, was spotless, but it looked like a sparkly Taj Majal compared to some dwellings. Cleanliness issues that gross me out (and that I have been privvy to on occasion): dirty bathrooms with bodily fluids visible on the toilet and floor, toothpaste in sinks, dust/film/buildup on kitchen and sink counters-the corners in particular, laundry on floors and not in laundry baskets where they belong (Paul), dishes with crusty food in the sink (guilty even though I hate it), animal hair, rooms that smell like poop, kitchen dish rags that smell like mold, sticky floors, fridge leftovers, garbage cans that clearly need to be taken out. The Nub is almost old enough to start chores. I, for one, can't wait. Also, this list makes me seem a little pedantic which is probably true.
I'm glad for my frame. Need to move a couch? I'm your girl. Heft around your giant baby/now toddler? Got it. Hard labor in the garden/yard, sign me up.
On a related note, I'm glad my parents taught me how to work. This is self-explanatory.
I'm glad I have green eyes, long eye lashes, and freckles.
I'm glad I exercise.
I'm glad my parents cared enough to put me in braces and shell out thousands for jaw surgery. Thanks parents.
I'm glad my car is almost paid off. Let's hear it for Blazey!
I'm glad for my sister, my brothers, my parents and my in-laws. They're all pretty great.
I'm glad I grew up on a farm and know how to ride a horse.
I'm thankful for my iphone.
I'm grateful for Gus. He's a good dog, even though I hate picking up dog poop and animal hair in general (see above).
I'm grateful we are both employed and have insurance, even if it is completely ridiculous. Are your prescriptions cheaper out of pocket? Because mine are.
Mostly I'm just glad I have clothes on my back, food on my table, and that I don't have to sleep on the streets. Being homeless isn't nearly as bad as those guys with cardboard signs say it is.