Showing posts with label How Sweet It Is. Show all posts
Showing posts with label How Sweet It Is. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Yes, Virginia, There IS a God!

Oh, I am totally doing the happy dance over here, people!

And why, you ask?

Remember the wretched former boss who once told me I was tedious to work with? You know? K.ate K.rebs? The executive director of the N.ational R.ecycling C.oalition? That's the one. That wretched former boss.

Seems it was announced last week that she's "moving on to pursue other opportunities." Guess she proved to be tedious, too, eh? (Or ineffective is more like it.)

I don't have all the details yet. I just found out about this auspicious and happy event and am still working on gathering information from my contacts in the recycling world here in D.C. As soon as I have all the dirt, I'll return and report. (My best contact is on vacation this week and just emailed me to say I should call her next week. I don't know if I can wait that long...)

And, yes, to those of you who are relatively new to my blog, this officially makes me a horrible person for gloating and naming names.

But to those who've known me for a long time and have been with me through my ups and downs in this town, they know this is a sweet, sweet day for me!

Here's the release, if you're curious.

And now, back to our blog entry previously in progress...

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Top 10

I'm stealing this one from a friend, who shall remain blameless! She did this the other day to help her, as she put it, "out of a funky rut." Boy, do I know and appreciate that feeling. Sounds like a groovy 80s song, too, doesn't it? Funky Rut. Hm. Maybe not.

Okay, so today's top ten happy places and happy thoughts for happy people.

10. My grandfather. When we were kids (hell, even when we were adults), he'd pull our hair, twinkle his eyes and say, "Are you hoppy, hoppy, mugwump?" Of course, being kids, we'd roll our eyes and say, "Yes, Grandpa. I'm happy." I miss him and wish he was here to ask me if I'm hoppy.

9. I have a pok'corn popper that I pop my pok'corn in. One of my favorite sounds is the "voice of popcorn," as my Finnish roommate once said. That always makes me happy.

8. Tonight, I can stay up as late as I like and do all the crossword puzzles I want.

7. I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow and boy do I need it. Just the thought of hacking off all this hair makes me happy.

6. Sleeping in a bed with flannel sheets and a toasty, roasty down comforter can be happy thing on a cold night.

5. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens... Oh. Sorry. Um, Julie Andrews makes me happy...?

4. I'm going out for pumpkin pancakes at IHOP tonight with Bee. Yum!

3. I get to post another blog entry. Woo hoo!

2. Being up early this morning and watching the sunrise. I like the early quiet of dawn.

1. And the happiest of all happy happiness: It's Friday! Thank God!

Friday, October 12, 2007

And My Point Is...

This is the best story. Ever. Because it validates my long-held personal belief and point.

Which is, dogs are better than cats. There. I've said it.

Here's the proof.