Feed Me!!!

<Eyes rolling from all family and friends>

Oh look, she's hungry. Again. Some more.

Tis true. I love food and I love cooking and I love to EAT. Throw in some folks I love and I'm in heaven. Filling the tummies of the ones I love? ... Nirvana.
My cup runneth over ... But it's ok cuz there's more vanilla coffee on the ready.

I'm full up.

I had just such a moment yesterday. But I also had another one of those moments where someone is able to fashion some words to fit my feelings. I'm sitting on a friends couch with hot coffee, a full belly and feeling that all over awesomeness that makes me feel like I'm vibrating a bit. We had spent the day laughing more than anyone should, really, in the produce section of the grocery. We did the kitchen dance, spun around, tripped over, bumped into each other and chopped, diced and sliced our way into a lovely meal. (Im still in the process of forgiveness for a serious kale assault inflicted upon me) Then we found ourselves settling into various cozy spots and even cozier conversations (often interrupted by scathing sarcasm and humor in really poor taste). We shared music and laughter (always TONS of laughter) and frustrations and relentlessly teased and tormented each other.

My sweet angel friend says something to the effect that we are all full .. Our bellies, our spirits, our hearts, etc.

We're full up.

And it's true. She put words, color and texture to that delicious vibration.

And speaking of fullness, appetites and cravings, here's one of the secrets to the Ninja: love and feel goods fill me up just as much as the food I'm obsessed with.
Crazy, right?
The one that is mouthy and naughty and usually on the wilder side of things is MOST full up when her heart and soul are brimming and softly vibrating.

The folks in my inner orbits have figured this out and shamelessly (brilliantly) exploit it.

My fitness trainer needs to motivate me? She hugs on me and tells me that my butt looks good in spandex. Quite frankly, she can lie to me like than any day!
Torqued up at work? Not unheard of that someone in the office will come sing to me or shoot nerf bullets at me out of love or blow bubbles in my cubicle
Unruly and cranky Ninja? I have friends that have figured out that snuggles and a sweet foot massage  makes for a docile (albeit drooling) lil pile of malleable me.
Wendy feeling sad and a lil bruised? Offerings of chocolate covered bacon can pretty much get you, well, ANYTHING you ever wanted outta me.

Unapologetic affection junkie. And my lil soul and spirit perk right up with even the slightest feel-good. Got a warm fuzzy to share? I'm happy to soak it up and pass it along with a little splash o Wendy in it.

Even today, just hobbling around the house (post workout butt annihilation), talking to and joking with the Mum (even after she tried to set the house on fire AGAIN and we took a righteous ass kicking from the washing machine), setting everything in its proper place as we approach Monday zero hour ... Things are just right and I'm full.

This does not preclude the fact that I'm still fiery and sassy and, sometimes, way too much to handle. It AIN'T rainbows and cotton candy all the time, baby, that's for sure!

But in these small and sweet moments - like improv comedy in the produce aisle - I'm so happy to know that it really and honestly takes so very little to make me feel so very full. What a blessing and gift.

I dont need a whole lot (ok, who am I kidding, I love LOTS of love and food and, well, everything) ... but i do need it to be real and honest. And I feel sorry for anyone who is not me in these moments.