Saturday, August 24, 2013

I'm Not Always A Grumpy Curmudgeon Dammit!

A bit ago, my friend Specialized said something about updating my blog.  I piped up with, "But I did!  I posted about a hike Erik and I went on".

Special: "So it's another bitch fest."

Me: "What?  Noooo..." said while avoiding eye contact.

After scrolling through a few old posts, I realized he may have a point.  I do complain an awful lot.  And that's lame.  I don't like reading/watching/listening to other people's whining, so why should I subject others to mine? 

And then I remembered.  It's my blog.  I do what I want.

However, just for the sake of mixing it up, this post is going to be about things that have made me happy in the last few months.

Starting with this...

THIS ladies and gentlemen, is Milo.  He currently lives 3 hours away but in four more weeks, I get to bring him home.  And that makes me ecstatically happy.  In a melty heart kinda way. 

Last month, the e-mail exchange below made my heart go melty in a different kind of way.

On Jul 16, 2013, at 1:39 PM, Dawn wrote:

Don’t have anything to say.  Just saying hi.  Enthusiastically.  As indicated by the excessive use of exclamation points.    

From: Erik
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 1:48 PM
To: Dawn McBride
Subject: Re: Hi!!!!!!!!!


How are you my dear? I was just thinking about you and meant to write you a quick note saying how much I love you.  I'm really lucky to have you in my life, you make me happier by just being. 

How's the day treating you?


It's amazing what an impact two simple sentences can have on a person.  So people, take 5 seconds and send a text, or an e-mail or hell, the old fashioned face to face and let someone know they're appreciated.   It will make them happy. 

Speaking of texts, I got one from my youngest Sister that made me bust out my ugly hyena laugh it made me so happy.

Anonymous (sometimes she likes to post as "Anonymous" because she's too lazy to log in):
"Hey, did you know I have a picture of the guy you work with that you hate?  Toph?  Or what's his name?"

Me: "Huh?  Why?  Send it!"

Behold!  Toph the douche!

Another thing that makes me happy?  As if it honestly wouldn't make the list.  Wine.  Wine makes me happy.

 After consuming wine, harassing Kitten also makes me happy.

It's currently that time of year at work where it's getting to be the stupid kind of busy.  It's stressing me out and I get extremely anxious about being able to complete my tasks.  This makes me less pleasant than normal.  Which isn't all that pleasant to begin with.  Yesterday, out of the blue, one of the sales reps bellowed out of his office summoning me to him.  

Rep: "Donald!"

Me: "WHAT?" shouted back in a not so feminine screech. 

Rep: "Come here."

Me: "NO."  Deep martyr-like sigh and I totter off to his office like the obedient minion that I am.

Rep: "Close the door.  I have to tell you something."

No good has ever come from an impromptu meeting like this.  Especially when it necessitates the door being closed.  It has ALWAYS resulted in bad news in one form or another.  I brace myself. 

Rep: "So, I just wanted to give you a compliment."

Me: While eyeing him suspiciously ask, "Is this a trick?".

Rep: "So, I was driving home the other night and you popped into my head.  I just wanted to tell you that I think you're really cool.  You're awesome and really funny and you're just a really good person.  I'm not sure what your situation is with your man, but he's really lucky to have you.

Me: After a moment of stunned silence..."Uhh thanks.  That's actually really nice of you to say."  

Rep: "Now you should go before this gets awkward."

Coworkers who don't always totally suck make me happy.  

Also, manicures and pedicures make me happy.  I don't remember the last time I paid someone to give me one rather than the drunken smearings I tend to give myself.  But that's not the kind that I'm referring to now.  I mean this kind...

The Kitten kind.  It makes me happy when I see how sweet and tender he is with Kitten and how much he loves that little fur-ball.

Also, sleep.  Sleep makes me happy and I never get enough of it.  And sometimes, this is why.

And yet, getting kicked out of bed and seeing this?  It's one of my favorite things in the world.  It also makes me happy at this moment that Erik doesn't read my blog and will never know that I've posted a picture of him sleeping on the internet. Shhhhh!!!  Nobody tell!

My list of happiness could go on and on but I really need to get this wrapped up.  I'm off to the gym to get in another 5k as part of my "training" for this ridiculous relay race I agreed to participate in.  So naturally, this syrupy, feel good blog post will soon be replaced by my rantings, wimperings and overall disapproval of the gym and exercise in general.  

And all will be right in the world once again.