1. My creams. My friend Belinda, who I have always said was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in real life, started me on Annemarie Borlind many years ago. It is not cheap. But the joy it gives my face is totally worth it. This stuff is amazing - rich and nourishing. Mmmm. I've gone through particularly broke periods of time when I've switched to an inferior cream, and I can actually see the difference on my skin. I would rather give up buying new clothes and coffee than give up my creams. Well, maybe not coffee. Crazy good.
2. My neti pot. I know. The thought of pouring hot salt water through one of your nostrils and watching everything in your head drain out the other side seems disgusting. Okay...it is disgusting. Really. But everybody with sinus issues who starts using one quickly develops an almost religious attachment to theirs. I like to get in the shower and steam for a little while, then neti pot myself while still in the shower. It's like a spa for my head.
3. My iPhone. I lusted for it for years, but it was definitely worth the wait. I love it. Deeply. It's everything I wished for. I'm app mad. I carry it around with me all the time, clutching it to my heart. I'd have sex with it if I could. Wait...it vibrates when it rings...I COULD have sex with it! Okay, that was creepy. Sorry.
4. Sci-Fi Fridays. I still can't bring myself to call the Sci-Fi Channel "Syfy", the ridiculous name they've recently "rebranded" themselves with. "Syfy" my ass. But regardless of what they want to call themselves, it's where I am every Friday night. Which, I admit, is pathetic. And sharing this with you all is definitely letting my freak flag fly. But, what can I say? I'm a geek. When I was a kid I had every episode of Star Trek memorized. Especially the "Spock in love" episodes, oh yeah. I was convinced that if I were to meet Mr. Spock, I would certainly be able to get him to forget all that logic stuff and fall madly in love with me. If I lived in the future. In outer space. And wasn't 11. I got hooked on the SciFi Channel back when Battlestar Galactica (the new one, not the silly '70's show with Lorne Greene) was on. Battlestar is one of the best shows in the history of television, which I realize is a pretty bold statement. But true. Now there's this new BSG sequel, Caprica. And there's always something fun - Stargate Universe, Doctor Who, Sanctuary. These weirdo sci-fi shows tend to be pretty intelligent, and well-written. And I find them comforting and exciting at the same time. Kind of the tv equivalent of a hot toddy.
5. Tim Gunn. I want Tim Gunn to be my friend. I already put him on my Fantasy Dinner Party guest list. I have always felt particularly joyful and cared for when in the company of smart, witty, elegant gay men. And luckily, partly because of the career I have chosen, I have a number of dear friends who fit the bill. Plus I feel that Tim would enjoy dressing me. Throughout my life I've had a string of gay friends who want to dress me, I'm not sure why. Maybe it's that I'm very tall and leggy. Anyway, if it was Tim I would LET HIM. And I bet he could get me a nice discount on clothes from Michael Kors.
6. Suburban Matron. I'm sure this will embarrass her, but reading what Becky has to say over at Suburban Matron always makes me feel happy. For one thing, she hysterically funny and insightful, and has a brilliant way of seeing both the ironic and the touching in simple things. But also, I have come to love all her "characters" and feel that I know them all well, which is a tribute to her ability to tell a story. From her family to her kids to her crazy neighbors, I'm always eager to hear their latest adventures.
8. Venti Nonfat Caramel Macchiatos from Starbucks. I know, I know. Starbucks is "the man", the giant corporation that has taken over our world. But when I'm feeling puny (a Texanism for "not good"), nothing gives me the little pick-me-up I need like a giant paper cup filled with three shots of espresso, vanilla syrup, steamed milk and a butt-load of caramel. Mmmmm.
9. My iron skillet. For years, my Grandmama's iron skillet sat in the bottom of my skillet drawer. And I mean years and years. I moved it from apartment to apartment to house, and NEVER used it. I think I must have felt daunted by the whole "seasoning" thing. Then one day, I got a wild hair, dug the thing out and Googled "how to season an iron skillet". Easy as pie. I now use the thing for EVERYTHING. I mean, I use it every single day. I honestly don't know what I'd do without it. It cooks so much more evenly than any other skillet I've ever used. And it is actually really easy to clean. Love, love it.
10. My choir. I know that I talk about the church choir I sing in all the time, but I just can't leave it off this list. It brings me joy for so many reasons. a) The people - the coolest and most eclectic and spiritual group of people I've ever been a part of (not what you think of when you hear "church choir". b) The music - we sing really good music. Mostly "good" music, if you know what I mean. I kind of hate all that "Jesus Goes Broadway" kind of poppish music that most churches have. We sing the classic hymns and great composers, as well as the occasional spiritual. There is an amazing, powerful thrill that comes with singing beautiful music with beautiful people. Singing powerful music sends chills up my spine. I can be having a terrible, terrible, overwhelming day, then walk into a rehearsal, really wishing I didn't have to be there,wishing that I was curled up at home with a big glass of wine, then the music starts and my spirit is truly lifted. Music really does have amazing power to heal and inspire.