100 Happy Days: Day 11

There's just something about buying new, shimmery make-up that makes me happy. I don't think, subconsciously, that it will make me more presentable. I think it with full consciousness.

100 Happy Days: Day 10

Happy birthday to my Marley girl. She turns 8 today, and her completely white face keeps her semi-youth well hidden to deter jealousy. She is my favorite puggle in the world, astounding me continuously with her completely indistinguishable palette and her never ending need to be wrapped up in blankets and her insurmountable patience with the other dog who never.leaves.her.alone.

100 Happy Days: Day 9

This woman's name is real. It made me smile, through my headache even. Thanks to her mother, named Beverly, according to a wedding show on TLC. So there will soon be another name added on.

Quote of the Day

Me: "I'm gonna date someone who can kick your ass."

Jordan: "Ha. We'd end up making fun of you together. And then we'd find you in a corner drinking out of the bottle."

100 Happy Days: Day 8

My "baby" brother just turned 25 years old. Technically, it was a few days ago already, on Saint Patrick's Day, but since I so vividly remember other life events in his life as if they aren't as far back as they actually are, I think I can get away with saying, "He JUST turned 25." I might have him beat in years, and back problems, and creaky knees, but he has sprouted his first bright white hairs before me, and while he thinks my jubilation over this fact is borderline obsessive, I don't care. It makes us closer in age somehow. I feel like he is my peer, my friend. Truthfully, sometimes he acts like my father. I can't blame him, since their DNA is so clearly a direct replica of one another. I guess my proudness over him makes my true status as elder sibling prevail. He has blossomed into an impossibly funny human being, quick witted and intuitive. And that is saying A LOT, since he didn't master the order of the months in a year for a VERY, VERY long time. And while me may groan about being a quarter of a century old, I smile, because he just made the last quarter of a century matter.

100 Happy Days: Day 7

Do you ever love a show so much that you hoard its recordings so that you can watch a bunch of them at once, and even when you decide it's time to catch up, one episode is so amazing that you only watch one so that you have that many more to look forward to and then sometimes as you lay in bed trying to fall asleep you have waking nightmares about your DVR failing somehow and erasing your precious saved recordings? No? Yeah, me neither. That would be crazy. But, theoretically, I watched the first episode of Vikings today, and not the others that I have recorded, and it was outstanding.

100 Happy Days: Day 6

A dear friend of mine had his first child. A little baby boy named Adam. He is healthy, his parents are well, and I looked at my friend and saw him transform in front of me. This year, so far, I have really been made aware of how much can change in a day. Wild transformations, worlds shifting, friendships evolving, life created. I asked Oudom what he was feeling and he looked at me like I had ten heads. So I narrowed it down for him. I asked him what two adjectives covered what he was feeling and he replied with, "Tired and worried." He became a dad.

100 Happy Days: Day 5

Super positive, right?! Made me laugh. People thought to make this for other people to actually wear!

100 Happy Days: Day 4

CVS really came through for me today. Large hair clips? Check. A place to escape traffic for a few minutes? Yes. And.... see above!

Quote Of The Day

Me: "I may need to come over later to take a shower. My hot water isn't working." Jordan: "Things you'll need: your own EVERYTHING."

100 Happy Days: Day 3

I love Target!!

100 Happy Days: Day 2

I may not look too happy, but when your two year old niece re-does your hair, and it's still on your head, be thankful.

100 Happy Days

Can I actually commit to updating a post every single day for 100 days? Or better yet, can I actually find 100 different things that I encounter in a day for 100 days straight that make me happy? A funnier project would be, "100 Crazy Days," or "100 People To Avoid." But I am going to be positive- who doesn't enjoy reading up on someone's boring, cute, not at all amusing happiness items? ME. So I will not be re-reading my posts. I will also not promise that there won't be repeats. And there may be large spans for time, like the 9 days I will be in Florida without internet possibly in April, that I will have to catch up on. Seriously, though, I like this idea. Forcing myself to find, and commemorate, the beauty in every day. I notice it, don't get me wrong. But while I am looking off into the trees, seeing a sweet single blossom poking its way from a curvy, deep branch, with the perfect backdrop of early dawn sun surfacing through other trees beyond the horizon, someone starts to honk at me and I lose that image- forever. In an effort to try to hold on to some of that, here goes 100 Happy Days. Day One.

Marley and Mojo- surely to be repeat offenders on my list. They embody happiness, and today, when I didn't have to set an alarm, and didn't care that I opened my eyes closer to lunch than breakfast, I am really on their level. And if I could relax with my leg in the air like Mojo, I would have 1,000 happy days incorporating advanced yoga into very advanced lounging.

Convo Of The Day

Jordan: "I'm not overly sensitive like......" Me: "Like who?!?" Jordan: "Someone with similar chromosomes to me..." Me: "An uncivilized gorilla?"

Quote of the Day

Carrie: "So I need to figure out how to change my ringtone on my phone...Would Big Pimpin' make me look easy?"

Conversation of the Day

Jordan: (On leaving work early) "I'm going to the all star game with joey! How sick?"

Me: "I would love to come. Thanks for the invite."

Jordan: "HAHA. Did they score the hoop yet? Hooray team!"

Me: "Oh, it is basketball?"

Jordan: "No. That's you during a baseball game. You don't even know which all star game is on."

Me: "I thought it was baseball which is why I said I would go."

Jordan: "The only tickets you should receive are for les miserables."

Me: "Do not eff with me son."

Jordan: "IT IS BASEBALL."

Me: "I would love to see les mis!"

Jordan: "I feel the vein in my neck pumping massive amounts of blood."  

Me: "I know it's baseball, silly monkey face."

Jordan: "And now it popped..."

Snapshot

Me. Bangs. These quarter or mid-life crises' are no joke! They make me clean compulsively, start cooking, and decide to cut off some hair in the front of my head. I have naturally curly hair. And I don't like being hot. And it is getting hot outside. Maybe the cleaning products are getting to my head.

Conversation of the Day

Me: "I need veggies or fruits...A is for apple. B is for banana. C is for carrot. D is for daikon. E is for.... eggplant!!! F is for ..."

Jordan: "Freeze this convo!"

Me: "Fennel. G- garlic. H- hot pepper. I.... There is no 'i'! I have stumped myself!!"

Jordan: "I put a pen through my eye because of this conversation. There's your 'i'."

Demon Claws

During my bathroom routine this morning, I grabbed my stick of deodorant out from behind the mirror, took the top off and applied it. Pretty routine, to say the least. I would like to say that I instantly felt the sting of deodorant in my new open slices of skin, but I cannot. I would like to also say that I was able to see four substantial red cuts across my armpit- one even extending closer to my chest as I stood in front of the mirror. but I cannot. No. The only way I was able to determine that I had been mauled by a wild puggle in my sleep was because I was so uncoordinated that I couldn't get the deodorant cap on in or or two tries without looking. So exasperatingly, I needed to look down to exact my precision between when my left hand was placing the cap and where my shaky right hand was holding the stick and it was then- AND ONLY THEN- that I saw bloody streaks all over the deodorant.

So maybe I did not wake up early on my own as I had previously thought. Because when I woke up this morning, my thoughts were, "Wow, maybe I just figured out how much sleep I actually need to be just right." When really, I should have been thinking, "My dog just mauled me."

Now I know what you are thinking. You are thinking about how long it's been since Marley's nails bave been taken care of. I can't count that high. You may be thinking that I should get rid of my dogs, at least you are if you are my father's mother and you just figured out how to use this world wide web, but I can't get lost in a world of what if's right now. What you should be thinking, what I am most definitely thinking is, "How, in an effort for Marley to climb her way up my body and into my soul this morning, did I not feel each of her claws retracting into my sensitive skin, pulling her up and drawing blood out?"

I clearly need more sleep. And photos not to follow. My mother always said to wear nice underwear un case you get into a car accident and then find yourself hospitalized....

Quote of the Day

Jordan: "Simba was walking too slow. So I told him to Mufasa."

Me: "Oh."
Jordan: "You have no soul."