happy
It’s been a very long, very stressful, very dumb work week for both of us (with no end in sight), to the point that Jason & I are determined to make it to the weekend no matter what. All week I’ve been repeating “happy happy happy” to myself like a lunatic yogi, but it seems to be working. Once Jason & I both get home, we’re able to shrug off our dark moods as if they’re heavy wool coats too warm for the weather, and fully immerse ourselves in the fun half of life: playing cribbage, making dinner, watching Shorty walk around with his bone in his mouth like Groucho Marx, hearing Abby meow for assistance in jumping onto the counter to drink from the bathroom faucet (she tweaked one of her legs and has been limping a bit, but seems to be getting better – I hope), and just generally living life without being interrupted nine thousand freaking times. (That was for you, Work.)
Today is when we can purchase our tickets to the first official regular season game at Target Field. In little more than a month, we will be watching baseball again. Outside. That is equally both awesome and terrifying, as the current level of snow appears it will be around until mid-July. But, still – baseball!
Baseball makes me happy. As do the following things:
- Strawberries, bananas and blueberries on oatmeal. It’s like, healthy and stuff, but delicious. Interesting.
- Being my own Jillian Michaels while running. During a particularly tiring part, but wanting to meet a certain time goal, I may have upped the treadmill speed and yelled, “Let’s do this b#tch!” According to Jason, that makes me crass. According to me, that makes me accomplish my goals. We’ll just have to agree to disagree.
- Mountain Dew. Always.
- Shorty not barking at the policeman who stopped us this morning to inquire if Shorty had been running around off-leash in the neighborhood (he hadn’t). (He always barks at strangers.)
- It’s almost camping season.
- Someday soon I can maybe not wear mittens.
- In certain parts of our yard, if you look hard and scrape away some snow, you can see grass.
- Planning to run a 5K in June with Jason.
- Sunny now camping out in Shorty’s room during the day to keep him company.
- How every sixth word in this entry was spelled correctly, but was totally the wrong word (“site” for “sight,” “run” for “room,” “work” for “week.”)
I need a nap. That would also make me happy.
All those are good things! There is so much good just around the corner for you!
Comment by Shelly — February 26, 2010 @ 11:51 am
It’s my first time here (hi!) and I SO related to the “being my own Jillian” comment—I say the most ridicuous things to myself while working out
Hey, it helps!
Comment by Amy --- Just A Titch — February 26, 2010 @ 12:07 pm
I love that you yell at yourself to do better. I think it might be pretty funny if I did that at the Y. Or scary… heh.
Ahh I SO SO SO ready for winter to be gone and we do not get near the winter you all get up in MN. Today the sun is shining but it is like 20 out there. Brrr…
Comment by Christina — February 26, 2010 @ 12:41 pm
I’m sorry, but would anyone answer “yes” to that police officer’s question? “Yes, Mr. Policeman, my dog was running around off-leash against city ordinance. Please, give me a ticket.”
Comment by Jess — February 26, 2010 @ 2:14 pm
I love your Jillian Michaels self. *beam* I do that, too – not aloud, mind you, but in my head I shout obscenities at myself.
Comment by amber — February 26, 2010 @ 5:59 pm
I also am overcome by the workplace things that stress me out, to the point of realizing how important it is to shrug those things off and enjoy the rest of my day. My new motto is “Life is what you make it…always has been, always will be.” Can I change the corporate decisions that I think are wrong? No. Should I waste my energy worrying about things I can’t control? No. Could things be better? Sure. Could things be worse? Absolutely! (All of this from someone who worries about everything!)
Comment by Becky — March 2, 2010 @ 5:57 am