Category: Happiness

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It’s Baaaack~

100 Happy Days #28

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Winter, I mean. We woke up to all of this stuff pelting the window with all it’s frosty, haily might. And man was it loud. The wind had the decency to blow it all into nice, tidy Camelot-type piles that really did just disappear altogether after an hour. The week of warm days was lovely, but I don’t mind a bit of snap back in the air for a little longer. After all, growling old March can only rage for a few more days and then it will most likely be forced–by April, to behave.

I like soup and hot chocolate enough that when it’s nippy out, I still clap.

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Yoga?

100 Happy Days #27

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I mean…YOGA!! I’ll admit, I’ve never tried it, never really given it a chance. And so here I am thinking that maybe…just maybe a slower, more relaxed approach might just help me get moving a bit. Hopefully my knee will cooperate and I’ll be the neighborhood yogi in a matter of weeks. Heh, heh.

Hey, wait…

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what does that say? “…for INFLEXIBLE people.” What kind of lame-o negative affirmation is that?! Ok, my clever transposing brain will auto correct that title this very minute. From now on, it will read–to my brain at least, “Essential Yoga For Greater Flexibility.” Much, much better.

Good grief.

Somebody needs an editor.

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The Perfect Fruit

100 Happy Days #26

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Look at that pretty thing. A beautiful pear with the stem removed so that I can just bite the top right off. Mmmmm. I think I could eat twenty pears a day and be completely happy. Well, until I got sick, of course. But I’m just saying pears are my favorite fruit and I would love to have a pear tree right outside my back door…someday.  That’s all.

They make me ridiculously happy. Especially because there are twenty more in the fridge…

this very minute.

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Good Old Crock Pot

100 Happy Days #23

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I’m not a HUGE, any-kind-of-meat fan. I’m not vegetarian or anything, I just eat quite a lot of meatless meals–which is fine. But if I’m going to eat meat, like you know, a pot roast or shredded pork or something I like it sizzling and juicy coming from the good, old crock pot. There’s just something lovely and magic about the scrumptious meat cooked all day long without having to be messed with…at all.

The only thing better would be if the fairies made it.

Still waiting for that.

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