Things That Make Me Happy :D :D :D :D

As promised here's an entry about things that make me happy.

Puppies, kittens, bunnies, pretty much anything small, baby, cute and cuddly, yup, those things make me happy.  Who doesn't wove cuddling with wittle warm fuzzies!   Yup, I'm such a girl, get over it.

The hubs, kids, and I have a camp just off Pymatuning Lake.  I love going there, spring through fall, to hang out with them and forget about life for awhile.  We have campfires, roasted hot dogs, loud music, swings, and burnt marshmallows.  It's a beautiful escape and it makes me happy.

Reading great blogs makes me happy.  I enjoy hearing about others tales of triumph and woes, especially if they're written in a great format.  Here are 2 of my favorites.
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/
Ali Brosh and her incredible paint animations always crack me up.
http://www.epbot.com/
Jen from Cake Wrecks writes about her life.  She's awesome.
Go check them out!

I found out recently that my husband actually reads my blog, and that makes me happy.  He hadn't said anything about it previously, but after reading the Things That Piss Me Off post he had to tell me that it was pompous.  I agreed with him.  I'm just happy that he reads what I write.

The five minutes before they kids get into trouble and they're laughing and squealing joyously makes me happy.  I know that something bad is going to follow, but living in that giggly moment is awesome.

Having the kind of friend you can call at 2am for something important or no good reason at all makes me happy.  I've been without really good friends for a long time.  Being a stay at home mom means that I don't get out a lot and don't meet a lot of new people.  I've been fortunate enough to recently make a great new friend by accident really.  We both have small children and a lot of other things in common and I'm not sure how I got along for so long without someone like her.

Finding my inner girl has made me happy.  I never thought I'd be so thrilled to strut about in ruffly sundresses and kick ass heels.  I liked these things as a kid but outgrew them during that 90's grunge stage.  My girly is back with a passion now, from my long curly hair to my pink painted toe nails. 

I'm sure there are plenty of other things too, but this is it for now.  I plan on making another list by the end of summer.  Maybe without the pompous pissed off things before it. :D

Things That Piss Me Off (an angry rant)

I hate being late for things.   I cringe at the thought of making up a story for the host so that we can have an excuse for our tardiness.  Everyone knows I'm a terrible liar.  What I hate more than being late is people who are supposed to meet me and are late.  Please, call me, tell me your crazy why I was late lies and lets get on about our days.  I can't stand to sit and stew and wait for you.  Lateness pisses me off.


When we are sitting in a crowded restaurant and I can hear your lips smacking, your food crunching, and mad soup slurping sounds from across the table, we have a problem.  Even more than that, if you try and talk to me with food spewing forth from your mouth, I will stop you.  I will ask you to finish your mouthful, and then speak to me.  When your mouth is so full that corn is dribbling down your face while you try and babble, we have a problem.  When we are at a fancy wedding or other upscale venue and you finish your food and drink and then proceed to belch loudly and giggle like children, you are offensive.  I will be embarrassed to be seated with you.  Cover your mouth and behave civilly.   If you can not behave with proper table manners when in public, we have a problem.  Eating noises, talking with your mouth full, and poor table manners piss me off.


If you do not get along with other adults, that is fine.  We can't possibly all like each other.  When you take this dislike out in a public forum it is in bad taste.  I do not want to read it (ok maybe I do, I love the gossip.)  I do not want to be stuck in the middle of it.  Can't you see the damage that you're doing to yourself and the people around you?  Childish adults piss me off.


We've all at some point opened up the refrigerator and been taken aback by the foul stench emanating from within.  No matter how many times you've searched and searched you still can't find the stinky offender.  Only days later do you realize it's that bag of mushy goo stuffed in the back corner.  What on earth was that?  How did it get back there?  Why does it smell so bad?  Rotten things in the back of the fridge piss me off.

I'll be updating and adding more things that piss me off as I think about them.  Tomorrow instead of being pissed off, I'm going to start a "things that make me happy" blog.

Karma said "BEND OVER!"

Today started out as normal as any other day.  I got up and got Robert ready for his second to last day of school, fed him breakfast and headed out the door to the bus.  It wasn't raining but it was foggy and wet so I had him put his rain coat on.  We made it most of the way to the bus stop when it started sprinkling.  Ok, sprinkling, no big deal, I can get a little wet, I won't melt.  We get to the bus stop and the other kids and parents all get there, all with umbrellas of course and it starts POURING!!!!  Fortunately Robert stayed dry in his rain coat while we huddled under the umbrellas.  Thank goodness someone was more prepared than me!  After the bus came the rain had let up some and I walked home soaking wet in the drizzle.

When I got home I got changed into dry clothes and shoes and got everyone ready to go to breakfast and grocery shopping.  Breakfast went well.  The kids ate everything and the baby was only slightly crabby.  Grocery shopping went well too.  The boys went to the free babysitting service and had a great time, and Kyrie was pleasant for the entire trip.  We checked out and didn't have any coupon issues.  (I saved $128.50 WAHOO!!!)  Bob went out ahead of me to take Kyrie and 2 of the 3 carts to the van and I took a cart and went to pick up the boys.  The boys were well behaved and I didn't even need to stop back for any bathroom visits during the entire shopping trip.  (That never happens!)

After picking up the boys is when the day took a big turn for the worse.  The boys each put a hand on the side of my cart and we proceeded to walk out of the front of the store.  We got no further than the office because there was a man on the floor having a seizure.  Bob (being an EMT) had stopped to help him until the ambulance arrived.  There was a store employee with Kyrie and our 2 carts.  She helped me and the kids out to the van with the carts while Bob stayed inside to help.  I loaded the boys and the baby into the van and was beginning to put the groceries away when an old man with a cane came walking by.  He smiled at me and so I smiled back.
Then he asked me "Are you pregnant?"  (Referring to the parking spot for pregnant woman and parents of new children.)  Still smiling I told him no, I am not but I do have small children, and pointed to the sign.
He stopped and read it, and asked, "well how new a parent are you?"
"Do you really want to get into this with me?"  I asked.  The smiling had stopped and scowling began.
"Well how old are your kids?" he wanted to know
"This is not funny." I told him.
"Well I want to know."  he told me.
"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" I growled.  He stopped talking then and went to his car that was parked next to mine.  I imagine he was upset because he couldn't use it as his pseudo handicapped parking spot.  He's a very lucky man that he did not come close to our touch my van in order to see the children and assess  their ages.  Mother bear syndrome would have kicked in because he's way too close to my cubs.  He'd find it a little difficult to walk with that cane up his behind.

After watching the old man get into his car and drive off.  (Standing, looking angry and aggressive with my hands on my hips.)  I proceeded to put away the rest of the groceries and sit to wait for Bob.  Did I mention that the boys forgot their coats inside and were flipping out?  They carried on like mad until we were able to get them for them.  Anyway, the ambulance arrived while I was packing up and the boys were so excited to see it, especially since it was the one from right next door to our house.  Soon the seizure man was all packed up, Bob got the coats, and was in the van so I could share my old man story with him and hear about the sick man.  Or the man who I thought was sick anyway.  As it turns out seizure guy was a shop lifter.  When the store security guy stopped him, or rather grabbed him and put him on the ground, shoplifter guy started to have a "seizure."  Yup that's right, Bob stopped to help a big faker!

Hey karma, what on earth have I done to deserve today?  I hope you can  make up for it this evening!