I’m Walking on Sunshine

Last night Erratic posted what she thought were ten boring things. She likes these lists, and this particular list of hers made me grin like an imbecile when she said:

I am ridiculously happy. Not just the house shit, just everything. Perfect job, perfect boy, soon to be perfect house…shit is just awesome right now. I am much funnier when everything sucks, I realize this. Sorry about the cheese…”


Allow me to add my own cheese.

Guys? Things are good right now.

Things are STUPIDLY good right now.

I have been absolutely CRUSHING things at work lately. TWO presentations this morning went off with spectacular feedback. I am feeling comfortable and confident in my role, even with the added juggling of the priorities that it’s given me. My coworkers are awesome, and my boss trusts and respects me as a scientist and quality manager.

My writing has gotten some much bigger attention lately, to the point where not one, but two different Blues blogs have asked me to join their ranks. One I turned down, one I’m highly considering. Not to mention the fact that even right now with Aerys there have been opportunities to be a motivator that has in turn motivated me. Having my Blues in the playoffs helps.

The running thing, after my week long mental break, is better than I imagined. The race is Sunday, and last night I officially signed up for the Disney marathon. My marathon buddies are all in town, and they’re quite possibly some of my favorite people ever. Sunday’s race is going to be my bitch. Full stop.


My sister texted me the other day to tell me that she felt her baby move from the outside for the first time, and I’ll be damned if I just absolutely cannot fucking WAIT to meet that new niece/nephew.

The friends I have are the coolest people on the face of the planet. I have been out of my apartment and/or with friends every single day for the last few weeks, and though it is exhausting, the laughter and happiness that has been ever-present in my day-to-day life has made me so grateful to have them. Planning girls’ nights with Ali and Alison, looking forward to seeing April this weekend, having the marathon girls with me this past week, Sunday night dinners, Game of Thrones watch parties, Blues meetups, and knowing I FINALLY get to meet Miranda on Friday has me over the fucking moon.

And then. Then there is the one thing that I’m just going to tease you all with for right now, the thing that has me probably the most giddy out of all of these things. I am not going to go into details just yet, but I promise to update soon. I cannot WAIT to tell you about this.

You guys hate me right now, I am aware of this.


Oh, and I’m wearing absolutely kick-ass earrings today.

I am quite honestly drunk on happiness.

You’ve Got to Admit it’s Getting Better

It is amazing what an overdose of hope will do to a person.

This morning’s meeting was productive and worth-while, my to do list is manageable and shrinking.

It is a gorgeous day, perfect for beers with great friends this evening, and dammit, you couldn’t tear the smile off my face.

Today? Today is a good fucking day.

It’s getting better all the time.

Don’t Hate Me Cause I’m Beautiful

Within the past few days, a couple articles have come out that have caused some tremendous backlash against the author. The U.K.’s Mail Online (admittedly not the most reputable of news sources, and quite possibly filled with inane garbage) published two articles written by a woman named Samantha Brick.

In her first article, Brick laments just how difficult her life has been when dealing with other women because of her looks. She details the ways her life has been positively impacted (getting stuff, attention from men, a general ease of life), but then continues on to describe the “fact” that all women she come in contact with essentially hate her because she’s beautiful, a feeling she states lies entirely in jealousy. She peppered photos of herself throughout this entire article.

I’m sure you can imagine the backlash, and most of it was attacks on her physical appearance.

Just a day later she posted a second article that, in a nutshell, says, “See? I told you.”

This whole debacle (she was discussed on Good Morning, America today, from what I hear) has been incredibly thought-provoking for me.

I have absolutely no issue with a woman being confident in her looks. I think it’s incredible if she can stand in up in the wake of the media onslaught of what is considered beautiful and STILL believe she is gorgeous. Having that self-confidence makes a woman more attractive to me.

What I find off-putting is her sense of arrogance, entitlement, and an over-arching assumption that just because someone is being a bitch to her is because of the way she looks, or if a man does something for her it’s because he thinks she’s hot. That type of attitude is incredibly unattractive. Not only that, but there is a certain air of “if this doesn’t happen to you, obviously I’m prettier than you,” as though physical appearance is a competition among any and all women.

I don’t think so, Tim.

It seems as though she’s failing to realize that beauty is one of the most subjective qualities out there. I think Olivia Wilde is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I know multiple people who disagree with me. Brick saying that all women dislike her because they all think she’s too pretty is such a blanket statement that it indicates a lack of awareness about how people in general view things.

From my own point of view, I know that there are people who find me attractive, having been told so (which, I will admit, is an ego boost). I also know that there are people who will disagree with that sentiment. Honestly? It doesn’t matter. How I view myself is in no way related to how others view me, and how I view myself can change from day to day.

My friends would say the same about themselves (and some did this morning when I asked them what they thought about this topic).

The thing is, my female friends are incredibly beautiful. I, as they say, roll with pretty bitches. They can walk into a room and instantly command attention. You know what, though?

They are compassionate and down to earth and friendly and loyal and absolutely hilarious.  They are confident and well-spoken. They are well-liked by women AND men because they aren’t stuck up, they aren’t self-centered, and they aren’t treating any outing we all have together as a competition over who can get the most free drinks from guys or who can intimidate the most women.

Maybe Brick needs to be more aware that her attitude, the self-serving way she views the world might be why women dislike her. It could possibly be that she seems to sneer down upon those she considers less attractive. I find her unattractive due to her arrogance and what seems like an unwillingness to even consider the possibility of other reasons she’s treated poorly.

I will say, though, this type of thing makes me incredibly grateful for the awesome friends I do have. They truly are incredible.

We Are Young

My friend Alison sent this to Ali and me as we were on our way to Chicago. Yep. Oh St Pat’s.

I’m going to need a month to detox from this one, yet fortunately enough had all of zero hangover all weekend. I suppose waking up and almost immediately opening another beer helps with that.

I roll with pretty ladies

This is what we call “Ann’s second wind”

I couldn’t tell you the number of bars we went to or the number of city blocks we walked or the amount of booze we imbibed or anything, but I CAN tell you that we’ve already made plans for a repeat next year.

All in all, such a needed weekend. Fantastic friends, ridiculously beautiful weather, and three days of not worrying about anything. Weekends like this are my favorite.

If It Makes You Happy

I really don’t think I could have been more depressing lately. Remind me again why you guys are still reading? If I’d been you, I’d be all “dude, fuck this chick.” Well, maybe not, but you know what I mean.

I have gotten on my own nerves so much this week these last few weeks this month. Whatever.

There is too much good stuff that I am fortunate enough to deal with daily that wallowing will not get me anywhere. I have an apartment I love, a job that challenges me (and gave me a fairly decent raise just a month or so ago), a family who I adore to the ends of the earth, and a group of friends that makes me feel like I must have done something right in a previous life to be lucky enough to have them now.

I have my health and am physically capable of working out like I do, which not everyone can say. I am grateful for that.

Every once in a while I know I need to remind myself of this, that I have so much to be happy about. The following is my way of bashing myself over the head with that knowledge. These are reasons to be happy, and there are so many more. Mental note, take more pictures when out with friends.

Life is difficult, but it is good.

Vegas!

My mom’s side of the family. This isn’t even all of us.

Some of my favorite STL girls

Best friend/It’s-Complicated-With/Glycerine (her name is April)

Best friend uncle. I miss him

Jackie. Her face in this makes me laugh out loud. I can’t believe she’s going to be a mom.

The absolute loves of my life. 

Oldest grandkid, youngest grandkid

Melissa. One of three normal pictures of us.
The Teacher, who I miss tremendously

Michelle (the baby)
I love these three
All my siblings

Cousins at our girls’ weekend in Orlando

Bright Copper Kettles and Warm Woolen Mittens

So here’s what’s fun. I went back to the first time I posted something like this and realized that the list I’ve been compiling in my head today is nearly identical to the one I wrote three and a half years ago.

Some things don’t ever change. However, I’m sure I can expand on some of them. This time I’m skipping the rhyming part.

More of my favorite things:

  • Pedicures and flip flops
  • Pretzel M&Ms
  • Seamless harmonies woven into increasingly brilliant pieces of music
  • Email chains with some of the best friends I’ve got
  • My favorite koozie and the amazing friend who gave it to me
  • Rolling the windows down, turning the music up, and driving far too fast
  • Skyping with some of my favorite people
  • Songs that make me dance every time I hear them
  • The Charlie Brown Christmas tree I was given this past year
  • The anticipation that comes from knowing my next half marathon is just over two months away
  • #11in11
  • Having a coworker walk in this morning and immediately hand me a bottle of the new Bud Light Platinum just because he “knew I’d like to try it.”
  • David Beckham
  • Smooth legs sliding into cool sheets
  • My friend Alison’s three year old
  • Bright colors
  • Shorts and t-shirts on a run in January
  • Being able to tell the days are getting longer
  • When the curls actually stay in my hair
  • Hot tubs
  • My sisters
  • That unexpected hug from a friend that lets you really know they care
These are a few of my favorite things.