Tagged: goodthings

Lots of things made me happy today. Even though my cryk is back and my neck screams with sharp, stabby pain every time I turn it a little too far to the left, and it aches with a subliminal, ow-don’t-move-me kind of tension all the time, it was a good day. Springy No ice on the car windows this morning in the sunshine that had obviously already wiped it off in advance for me, despite the chill in the air. Seeing the pale green reaching fingers of daffodil leaves groping well above the ground, reaching for the sun. Realizing that...

Good: my favorite colleague back after a 2-week vacation Not So Good: crunchy, undercooked rice in my sushi lunch *bleah* Good: finding a Reese’s Fast Break bar that I had stashed away and forgotten about Not So Good: Anders being gone overnight Good: feeling like my to-do list at work is back under control again Not So Good: still haven’t gotten Karin’s passport renewed Good: yearly bonus money making buying plane tickets for my brother’s wedding completely painless Not So Good: listening to Tracy Chapman over and over so I can memorize the song I will be singing at the...

Finally give in after a YEAR of handwritten suggestions in the suggestion box, e-mails, chats with the powers-that-be, and outright begging extremely unsubtle hints, and provide sushi catered in to the cafeteria at work. Yippee skippy! The sushi joint put the little fridge in the cafeteria yesterday and this morning they came and filled it at 9 a.m. with approximately 40 box lunches…by 10 a.m. they were ALL GONE, nabbed up by slavering sushi-fiends in every department. And yes, I was one of them. 🙂 I went down and ate my sushi at lunchtime and it was SOOOO GOOD. And...

Cold and blowy, snowy, white and wintery. Everyone is bitching about the weather as if the entrance into March was the entrance into Spring. But Spring is still at the end of the road. The vernal equinox is weeks away. March comes in like a LION, not like a lamb, no matter how pleadful and yearny and sick of February we are. February, that 2-bit floozy that overstayed her welcome, when we didn’t really welcome her in the first place. March gives us the cold shoulder at first. She’s aloof, her face is turned away…she has to warm up to...

The only thing better than having an entire week to yourself with no husband and kids to look after is the moment when you hear the key in the door and know that they’ve come home.

The people that descended on my home last night were all women, all living in Scandinavia for various reasons, and all writers of online journals that I read. We came in different shapes and colors and sizes. We were in our 20s, our 30s, our 40s, and our 50s. We were pregnant, child-free, trying to conceive, and mothers, of children both school-age and grown. We were single, girlfriends, sambos, wives, divorcing, divorced, engaged, re-married, in love. We were newly employed, self-employed, freelancing, working, studying, and jobhunting. We were photographers, singers, readers, crafty chicas, vegetarians, dog owners, flirts, green thumbs, snorers,...

♥ A package full of goodies in the mail from a dear friend, including your birthday watch that she kindly took with her to the States and got fixed for you. ♥ The knowledge that someone loves you. ♥ A blindingly sunny day and a walk that takes you through snow fields, under underpasses, along the highway, behind the industrial park, and up the long road back to the office leaving you breathless and pink-cheeked. ♥ Crossing things off your to-do list at work with wavy lines made by a fat red marker. ♥ 2 little seedless perfect juicy sweet...

Anders is packing right now. He’s leaving me and taking the kids. WOOT! Yes, the annual father-kid ski trip is approaching rapidly. They’re leaving on Friday and will be gone for a week. And yes, I will miss them. But first? I’m filling my home with a bunch of internet psychopaths good friends, many of whom I’ve never met, and having a slumber party on Saturday night. WHEEE! So many good things going on, I hardly know where to start, although I have to say, it sure is hard to keep up with you people when I miss one evening...