Happy 101 Award!!
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About 456 years ago (ok, early December) Alex at The Tell-Tale Blog nominated me for a Happy 101 Award since I give her stomach cramps.
WTF?
Oh, wait…she said “laughter-induced” stomach cramps. Sweet, I’ll take it. I’ve never gotten one of these awards before, so here goes!
Rules for the Happy 101 award
List 10 things that make you happy. Do at least one of them today. Tag 5 bloggers that brighten your day.
For those bloggers who get the award, you then link back to my blog and create your makes you happy list.
Things that make me happy:
- Indoor plumbing—Seriously, my damn dog won’t even poop outside in this weather (in case you’re curious, he'll actually just not go…for days). I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t either.
- My Slanket—Holy crap, I know these things are supposed to be “joke” gifts, but it’s about the best and most useful present ever. LOVE (thanks, Paula!).
- Good friends—I hung out with some girlfriends on Saturday and we got into shenanigans. And by shenanigans, I mean something that may or may not have involved Craigslist, several bottles of wine…and the word “meatcock” (as mentioned in the previous post).
- Healthy breakfast—I’ve taken to eating porridge for breakfast…which is really just ½ a cup of raw oats, ½ a chopped apple and some cinnamon that I pour boiling water over and let sit while I shower. It fills and warms me, and it makes me happy to know I’m doing at least one thing right for myself each day.
- Sleeping in—Any day I get to wake up whenever I feel like it without the aid of an alarm clock (which consequently means I literally start the day cursing) is a good day.
- The Boyfriend—I like that we can make each other laugh, usually by being horrid goons to one another.
- Getting older and wiser—Now, besides the shenanigans in number three that caused me to drink much more than I normally would, I enjoy being older and making more thoughtful, wise decisions.
- My hair getting longer—OK, this sounds a bit silly, but let me tell you, I usually go through a phase every two years or so when I suddenly decide that I need to look like Molly Ringwald circa Sixteen Candles. I think to myself that it’ll look quirky and “vintage” and cute. This is Always. A Bad. Decision. So, I’ve left my locks alone…even given my hairstylist the admonition to never let me do that to myself ever again…and I love it. It’s sexy.
- Hot sauce—I love hot sauce. Anything spicy makes me happy. If it is not spicy, I will make it spicy. Yum.
- My OB/GYN—Yeah, so I couldn’t really think of a 10th item, but I suddenly remembered that I have an appointment with her on Wednesday, and I thought to myself, “Self, that is a cool lady who looks at your lady bits and makes sure they are healthy.” And in a weird way, yes, it made me happy that when I do have to go to my gyno, I don’t dread it or think she’s creepy.
Ok, so I suppose this is the point where I tag other people. Ummm…how’s abouts:
Jillian from And Other Times
ChristaLouWho from Saccharine Thoughts
Erin from The Fierce Beagle
And Ted from the Quixotic Jedi, because I think it’s hilarious to do so.
Reader Comments (5)
...oh my GOD, what does it all MEAN??
Srsly, is this like a blogger chain-post thing? Am I supposed to participate, or can I just feel cool that I'm the one dude on your list? That is something I can feel cool about and be consistent with the whole Y-chromosome-having thing, right?
Ok, there are entirely too many question marks in this comment field for me. I'll put something together soon. Will the pingback from my post show up in the comments? Dang, another effin "?"
Thanks, friend!!
That's an awesome list!
I totally understand #5, that should have been on my list as well... I hadn't realized it before, but I tend to start my days cursing too.
Ted, I was totally kidding. I know these things are generally a female thing, so no need to reciprocate or whatever. LESS QUESTION MARKS, PLEASE. :)
Way to play to my insecurities. Now that's a female thing.
But I guess one has to work with what one is given. And men were blessed with a healthy sense of paranoia.