Tag: happiness

Things I Love

I’ve been trying to snap myself out of a funk (most likely induced by me missing Hawaii and having had this damn headache for three days now), and so I’ve been putting this list together in my head of things I love.   And maybe if I put it out there, I’ll get some of it back.

  • pretty eyes, especially blue ones
  • songs that make me dance
  • listening to someone tell a story
  • kissing
  • writing the perfect first paragraph
  • chocolate
  • the smell of coffee
  • apricots
  • big hugs
  • hot sun on my shoulders
  • flowers
  • flying through the air (on my bike, off of a rope swing, running)
  • high fives
  • daydreaming
  • flavorful beer
  • laughing so hard that I cry
  • flip flops
  • long showers
  • art supplies
  • pumpkin flavored anything
  • my tattoos
  • clean sheets
  • fortune cookies
Did I miss anything good?

Just Kind of Cheerful

Do you ever have those days?  The days that start off unremarkably.  Alarm goes off.  You open one crusty eye.  Realize that the sun is up, The Clash are on your iPod, and it really is time you should be getting in the shower.   And then, the next thing you know, you’re in  a great fucking mood.   For no reason.   No reason, whatsoever.

Yeah . . . I’m there.

All day, just kind of with a light, effortless smile on my face.   Even when work got a little challenging, I was still cheerful.   

Sunny, even. 

I have no idea where this good mood came from, but I sure hope it lasts.   There’s nothing better than being alarmingly happy.

Just sayin’.

Crazy Single Girl Life – 2 Wheels Edition

Last week, I mentioned in passing that I had joined a bike gang, which is a bit of an exaggeration.     I mean, can two people be considered a ‘gang’.  We’re more like a dynamic duo on wheels – two each.

It all started early in November when Kayphore was having car trouble.   She went out to get in her car, and it just wouldn’t start.  While it was in the shop, she decided that she needed an alternative form of transportation.     She mentioned to me that she would like to get a particular brand of bike that is sold through a shop nearer to my place than to hers.   Since I had also been thinking of acquiring a bike of my own,  I accompanied her to the shop.   I stood by and eavesdropped as she went through all the details of what she wanted on the bike, and how she was going to use the bike.   Her main objective was to have something that would make her seven mile commute and that she could attach everything she would need to it.   I watched as she selected the bike, lights, rack, locks, helmet, etc.   It really inspired me, and I wanted to get a bike of my very own, too.

But I had just dropped a grand on having every belt in my car replaced.  It was one of those things where it was just time.   I knew that I couldn’t drop any money on a bike then and there.   However, I knew I was going to have to come up with some cash.  I was so jealous watching Kayphore get fitted out.

Then, that week, my life got picked up and dropped on it’s head.    I  found myself confused and adrift and in need of . . . something.

So Kayphore hauled me to the bike shop, and I bit the bullet.  I got paid that week, too, so that helped.

HELLO Beautiful!

bike

So, I’ve been riding to and from work every day,  about three miles each way.  And every chance we get, Kayphore make mundane trips to the pizza parlor or piano bar into excursions.     All of life has become an excuse to ride.   And while I do enjoy doing it alone, it’s even better with a friend.

Also, who knew being sore day in and day out could feel so wonderful.   Plus, if you could see my butt!!!!

It’s kind of funny how you can find something, quite by chance, that can make you so freaking happy.  Like, giggling your ass off and bellowing out “Jessie’s Girl” by Rick Springfield kind of happy.

Exactly how does this qualify as a “Crazy Single Girl” story?  Because I wouldn’t have done it a year ago, and because it’s something I’m doing for myself and with my friend.  Also, it reminds me just how free and independent I am, and why I love that more than anything in all the world now.

Just sayin’.

A Party to End All Parties

Alli says to me today that she hopes I will ping her some day when my life is finally normal, and I’m bored.   She says that when the day comes that I have no boy drama, no health drama, and no family drama, she will throw me a party.  I am working towards this party.

So far I’ve eliminated all boy drama.  He dumped me, and I’m pretty much over it, at this point.  I have my moments, but it’s not like it was a month ago.  He hasn’t called me at all.  All the lose ends (i.e. the motorcycle, the lease, and the spare keys) have been dealt with.  I doubt I’ll ever hear from him again.  Onward and upward, as I’ve finally realized that what all those people were hinting at all along, that I could do much better, is probably very true.

On the health drama front, I got some good news today.  The results of last weeks test came back normal.  I have more tests this Friday.  I’m still eating healthy like, and am currently roasting veggies and salmon in the oven.  Look out world; I’m cooking!!  Also, I’m still on the same routine in the morning, so I’m peeing like a fountain.

My family is still holding their collective breathe.   My uncle is quite ill, but my fingers are crossed for him.  Cancer blows.   Good news, though, my dad got a job, so that takes a lot of stress off me and the folks.  My mom is going to come down for a visit, and will be staying with me for just about a week.  Just in time for test results!

So, when that day comes that I’m A-OK, and my family is A-OK, and I’m either enjoying being single or loving being in the arms of the next one, Alli and I are going to paint the town red.

I’m shooting for June.

It’s All CD’s Fault

I’ve been thinking a lot about my life, and about happiness.  I don’t think that I’m an unhappy person, but I think that I am a sensitive person who feels things very deeply.   So when some upsetting things happen, it often takes a while for me to get over them.

I was sitting last night, and I was thinking about how tough the last few years have been.  I don’t think I’ve handled it all that poorly, considering it all.  It is what it is, and I deal with it.

I was also thinking about the things that made me happy during all the tough times.   I think the happiest I’ve been was when I was first living on Treasure Island.    I had the two best roommates I ever had, MC and CD.  I was a stranger when I moved in with them, but I think I got to be a part of their little clan very quickly.  We truly were mates.    We laughed, played, and drank, but also argued till we were blue in the face, and it was wonderful.  Even when they were being totally annoying, they didn’t really bother me.

I know that if I were still with them today, they’d drag me out of my room, make me drink half my weight in cheap beer, and beat me at darts.    Of course, I can’t go back to them.  Everything changed the day that CD left to go back to school to get his masters.   Now he’s in Iowa.   MC moved in with his girlfriend.  And I moved on, to unpleasant results.

So  you see, it’s all CDs fault.  If he’d never gone back to school, none of this would have happened!   I’m kidding, of course.    I’m happy for him.  I’m happy for MC.   And someday soon, I’ll be happy for my damn self.

Just sayin’.

Way Too Excited!!!!!

I have to confess, I am overly exuberant about shopping at Trader Joe’s.  They’re just groceries, and it’s just granola.   I don’t get that jazzed about Safeway or Whole Foods; it’s just Trader Joe’s.   I swear it’s not the Hawaiian shirts.  It’s not the stupid bell either.  I just love buying stuff at Trader Joe’s.  I think it’s because it seems healthier and cheaper.  I get physically giddy.  I actually danced a little in the check out line tonight.

There’s also something about walking home from Trader Joe’s that I like.  I like walking up College past all the joggers and dog walkers with my canvas tote full of fresh and frozen grocery goodness.  Just thinking about it makes me want to giggle.

I could probably psycho-analyze myself, but why over think the simple joy of the eggplant wrap and the take and bake pizza.   I shall not deconstruct the Joe’s O’s, which are just like Cheerios, but organic and yet somehow less expensive.

I know.  I know.  What a NERD!

Just sayin’.