tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post3835933289203615295..comments2024-03-09T10:14:49.991+00:00Comments on BarrenAlbion: Fast as you canMsPrufrockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06533722219016814501noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-26054727962188804362008-10-24T05:31:00.000+01:002008-10-24T05:31:00.000+01:00What makes me happy these days? b lying besides m...What makes me happy these days? b lying besides me at night and waking up next to him in the morning. If I were going through this whole empty nest thing alone (or heaven forbid with my ex) I wouldn't be making it. The other thing that makes me happy is the rare occasion when Angel IMs me just to say hi instead of asking for help. <BR/><BR/>Love the nike+ kit but it doesn't work with my ipod touch.<BR/><BR/>Glad you're feeling better.Brigindohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05499279435958916161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-23861070854139986062008-10-24T02:25:00.000+01:002008-10-24T02:25:00.000+01:00I'm pretty sure I can't use the Nike/iPod combo th...I'm pretty sure I can't use the Nike/iPod combo thingy in the pool. Call it a hunch, if you will. <BR/><BR/>But it does sound like a cool gizmo. <BR/><BR/>As for what's making me happy right now, not too fucking much. <BR/><BR/>Except the swimming. I swear, it's the only thing keeping me sane at the moment. And anything that keeps me sane is, by default, going to make me at least a little happy.Major Bedheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17669161302510096751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-43762437763395634212008-10-23T18:12:00.000+01:002008-10-23T18:12:00.000+01:00Things that make me happy (and I needed a reminder...Things that make me happy (and I needed a reminder of these today). <BR/><BR/>travel (any destination, but especially at random with no destination in mind); a good garlicky marinara sauce; the smell of wisteria at dusk; a hot bath overflowing with bubbles (thank you, Lush!); a glass of heady cabernet or a pint of Guinness, Maredsous 10 or Old Speckled Hen; fuzzy soft bellied shelter rescue cats; the yeasty warm scent of fresh bread baking in the oven; men with accents; Dublin Dr. Pepper; bossa nova and rainy nights; curling up on a cold night old Hitchcock films; christmas lights (old school multicolor or plain white - but never mixed); cuban foot silk stockings and black lace garters (rawr!); brie (oh fuck, who am I kidding. Cheese. PERIOD. any kind (except cottage or parm oddly); begniets and chicory coffee with jazz in New Orleans; vintage hats; cracking open a new book on the train; flannel sheets; the earthy smell of feed stores; towels warm from the dryer; champagne; morning glories; fresh pineapple and peaches that leave sticky rivulets of juice all over you; the way Julian clings to me in the mornings when I'm trying to leave to go to work. <BR/><BR/>Um, I'll shut up now, lest you think that I puke rainbows and hearts of happiness daily.Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16262996969298863646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-10647654364033398322008-10-23T17:31:00.000+01:002008-10-23T17:31:00.000+01:00What makes me (and probably you) happy: I finally ...What makes me (and probably you) happy: I finally posted on my blog again. Boo-ya!Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12515687893431870192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-59451754488651220982008-10-23T17:06:00.000+01:002008-10-23T17:06:00.000+01:00I seem to have really put my foot in it in my last...I seem to have really put my foot in it in my last comment and have given totally inappropriate advice. For this I apologize and I promise that in the future I will react with more sensitivity and care. Obviously, I did not know enough about the situation to assess it properly. Sorry.Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05043376053971475659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-87099333817015676002008-10-23T15:48:00.000+01:002008-10-23T15:48:00.000+01:00This is just so fucking cool, I would sign up, lik...This is just so fucking cool, I would sign up, like now! Put all my personals out there on teh internets! But do I need to actually wear Nike shoes? Cuz my feetz is sad. Can't do it. If I can find 2 seconds to understand this technology and see if it works with my otherbrandname gear, I'll cook up some happy.<BR/><BR/>Because THAT? Is tough. Honestly, I'm going to have to go with running again, outside, sans pain. Oh, and especially bloggers who think outside of themselves, m'dear. Makes me feel all bubbly and nice about teh internets and friends in the computer.Tashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07376651134993450207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-17223545397233466862008-10-23T04:24:00.000+01:002008-10-23T04:24:00.000+01:00Happiness: When I played music to my son, down on ...Happiness: When I played music to my son, down on our cheap little portable CD player. It was a piano track, soft and tinkly and deliciously sentimental, from a movie soundtrack.<BR/><BR/>He was very still as we sat cross-legged on the floor together. He put his arms around my neck and nestled his chin into my ear. I listened to him breathe.<BR/><BR/>We were quiet as we listened. Three minutes passed.<BR/><BR/>When the track ended, I lifted him off me. He was limp. And then he looked up at me.<BR/><BR/>There were silent tears streaming down his face.Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10517389518381988795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-39628664882090397422008-10-23T04:18:00.000+01:002008-10-23T04:18:00.000+01:00The house being clean. Really clean with a candle...The house being clean. Really clean with a candle burning and cold air outside. And no noise because the children are sleeping and the husband is running or doing his man things. I'm sitting in silence doing absolutely NOTHING at all and savoring it completely.<BR/><BR/>*coughing* And cinnamon rolls.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04337743056688713317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-43545029630417566642008-10-23T01:01:00.000+01:002008-10-23T01:01:00.000+01:00The way tree branches look against the sky.The way...The way tree branches look against the sky.<BR/><BR/>The way original green Palmolive dishwashing liquid smells. I LOVE that! Weird, right?<BR/><BR/>The way my cat curls up against me in bed. <BR/><BR/>And some other stuff.<BR/><BR/>Glad you're feeling better today, by the way.Miz Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09797076536055067930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-43039888865824740322008-10-22T22:14:00.000+01:002008-10-22T22:14:00.000+01:00not that I am asskissing or anything- but your mus...not that I am asskissing or anything- but your music mondays make me pretty happy. Cold weather makes me happy. Thinking of leftover Halloween candy is also a good thing. Also- and this is a kind of new happy- the little pop rock sensation in my gut is totally thrilling.<BR/><BR/>And chex mix.<BR/><BR/>& seriously- that is a very nice zen outlook about the job that wasn't.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-71415676778165073972008-10-22T21:36:00.000+01:002008-10-22T21:36:00.000+01:00Tulips and daffodils. Although that might be Wisc...Tulips and daffodils. Although that might be Wisconsin getting to me...EJWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14157607137706265636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-37103954403504966992008-10-22T21:35:00.001+01:002008-10-22T21:35:00.001+01:00Statia. Statia makes me happy. Okay sorry, I had...Statia. Statia makes me happy. Okay sorry, I had to do it. *Ducks a smack from Statia.*<BR/><BR/>Okay, this will probably sound really cheesy. But what really makes me happy is the sunshine through my kitchen windows at 4PM. I can stand at my sink doing dishes with it shining full in my face, bathing the whole room in light and it makes me feel...less burdened. As if somehow the ordinary and mundane are magically transformed into prayer and meditation. I feel like my kitchen is a sanctuary. It's safe and bright and warm and I can just take a moment to breathe and be at peace. I take my time at the sink at 4PM and I count my small blessings. Everything makes sense for those brief moments.<BR/><BR/>Told you. Cheesy.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11613907883139565991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-18644789079785209002008-10-22T21:35:00.000+01:002008-10-22T21:35:00.000+01:00Statia. Statia makes me happy. Okay sorry, I had...Statia. Statia makes me happy. Okay sorry, I had to do it. *Ducks a smack from Statia.*<BR/><BR/>Okay, this will probably sound really cheesy. But what really makes me happy is the sunshine through my kitchen windows at 4PM. I can stand at my sink doing dishes with it shining full in my face, bathing the whole room in light and it makes me feel...less burdened. As if somehow the ordinary and mundane are magically transformed into prayer and meditation. I feel like my kitchen is a sanctuary. It's safe and bright and warm and I can just take a moment to breathe and be at peace. I take my time at the sink at 4PM and I count my small blessings. Everything makes sense for those brief moments.<BR/><BR/>Told you. Cheesy.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11613907883139565991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9862855.post-41339140372092238682008-10-22T18:42:00.000+01:002008-10-22T18:42:00.000+01:00Proximity to unicorns? Where the fuck do I sign u...Proximity to unicorns? Where the fuck do I sign up for this contest?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com