Today happens to be the two year anniversary of my first post on this blog! It doesn’t seem like that long. Two years ago I was a wee 23 year old living in the big city (just kidding, it was a suburb only pretending) with two lowish-paying jobs each pulling one of my strings apart like a mini Babybel. I like to think things have improved a bit since then. Except I don’t have underground covered parking anymore–that sucks.
Anyhoozles, I’m in a good mood because we had an all staff training day today and meetings and interacting with people from other libraries are like candy to me. Plus I had a lot of actual candy. In honor of my sunshine-y outlook (it’ll stick as long as I don’t actually look outside), I’m going to share ten things that make me happy in this moment (in no particular order):
- Flights: As in beer, wine, whiskey, and mimosa, not MSP to LAX (but please let that be a flight I take soon). They are perfect for people like me who can’t make up our minds and can only drink half a beer before we forget it’s even in front of us and don’t finish it. So basically, indecisive lightweights with short attention spans. Or ILSAS for short. You can join us for our weekly Wednesday support group (Not to be confused with ELSAS, the weekly meeting where we dress up in flowing blue dresses and belt out “Let it Go” while onlookers watch in utter devastation).
2. American Eagle Jeggings: I splurged for them 15 years ago (well, it was probably the mythical “boot cut” back then), went on a hiatus while I became snooty and tried trendier, more expensive brands, and then reverted back when the things I paid more for weren’t as comfy and fell apart faster. Plus, there’s the bonus fun of all the 14 year-olds rolling their eyes at you in the AE store while they buy crop tops and shorts so vertically-challenged the pockets are longer than the actual shorts. I promise it will make you feel happy fuzzy about growing up instead of insanely terrified like usual.
3. Vacuum Cleaners: I used to hate them. I used to hide in a corner with the dog and cry while I could only assume all of my earthly possessions were being sucked up by this angry beast of a machine. No one was safe! Over the years they have slowly gained my trust, and now I can call myself a fan. Except those huge heavy rolling suckers that suck up a speck of lint and shut down from exhaustion. Those ones can go to hell.
4. Himalayan Dog Chews: Or really anything that occupies my dog that isn’t the cat or my favorite pairs of shoes. Himalayan chews are nice though, because they’re more digestible than rawhides. They’re made of compressed yak cheese or something weird and awesome like that, but they don’t smell, I promise.
5. Lucky Brand Flats: Speaking of my favorite shoes, you know it’s love when you actually shell out to buy replacements after the dog eats all your pairs. I perhaps went a little overboard…
6. Egg Salad Sandwiches: I don’t know guys, I used to hate eggs and the ground they rolled on, but now when the weather gets warm, they are all I want. I see a hard boiled egg and I get so excited that bystanders assume it has money stuffed inside (like Easter, except our eggs were filled with nasty jelly beans). Egg salad reminds me of a fun drive to a tree-lined park and eating on a bench while indulging in an Ally Carter book among the laughter of nearby children (forgive that horribly constructed sentence). It’s a sandwich of sunshine. Also, protein.
7. Agatha Christie: I’ve had a lot of love for ol’ Agatha since the first time I saw a wonderfully quirky Agatha Christie’s Poirot episode several years ago. I watched through the entire Poirot series (David Suchet is a god with a cane and a mustache) and just recently through the newer adaptations of Miss Marple (FYI, if I made a top 10 list of cat names, which I just might, Miss Marple would probably be #1). If you haven’t ever indulged, I recommend both series. I also hadn’t actually read an Agatha Christie (BUT YOU WORK IN A LIBRARY!!! I know, I know…) until Erik and I stayed at the St. James Hotel a couple weeks ago. It seemed just the sort of place an Agatha Christie murder might happen, so I brought along a copy of And Then There Were None and then preceded to stay up all night with the light on, quaking in fear that a ghost and/or murderer would leap out at me from behind the tastefully eccentric wallpaper.
8. Grass: I’ve only seen brief glimpses of this beautiful specter since November. Every time I think it’s come to stay for awhile, it ditches me and snow trots in instead. It’s like thinking you’re going to get Emma Watson for a houseguest and instead it’s that stupid kid from growing up who called you out for picking your nose on the bus and is the main reason you never had friends in 4th grade (well that and the fact you were a horrid know-it-all and generally exhausting to be around).
9. The Color Mauve: I know, I know, not the color of Grandma’s chairs/wallpaper/butterfly figurines/carpet/church shoes/fake gums! You guys, I can’t help it, mauve is having a hot moment in my closet right now. Also probably at least partially influenced by all those Miss Marple episodes I watched and that wall paper at the St. James Hotel. Something about mauve makes me feel like a wise British woman from the 1930’s who can really pull off a hat.
10. Check Lists: Mostly because I love to stare longingly at them while I don’t actually do anything on them. And then copping out by adding something easy like “put socks on” or “eat daily cupcake” or “remember to breathe” just so I get to check it off and feel like I’m trucking in the right direction.
All right, that’s it folks, have a swell Wednesday! If it’s not feeling swell, go get an egg salad sandwich and add “eat sandwich” to your to-do list. It will make you feel better.