A belated posting of the Happy 101 Award from Sally Lee by the Sea. Thank you so much for including me in your list of ten. I’m deeply touched by the gesture. Please stop by Sally Lee by the Sea, filled with Sally’s passion for life and all things by the sea. Her comfortable beauty will inspire and enlighten your world.
Another thank you to James at Zeitheist and Vault of Stories, two really cool dark and quirky blogs. James is a wonderful writer and is working on a speculative fiction novel. James also handed me the Happy 101 Award. Thank you, James.
One more thank you to Reforming Geek, who recently gave me the Beautiful Blogger Award. I feel that I wasn’t effusive enough in describing the delight and happy, warm fuzzy feeling I get every time I read her wonderful, quirky blog. Please get on your board and surf on over to Reforming Geek’s place and feel the love, as well as the spine tingling chills from her Evil Twin, who gets into all sorts of trouble. Dark. Very Dark and yet belly laugh funny until it hurts. Just like Evil Twin intended.
My Happy 101 List (cliff note version)
And warmth, 71.0 degrees. No dandelions, crab grass, or any genus of weed. No bugs, i.e., mosquitoes, gnats, or flies, or foul odors wafting over from the neighbor’s yard. Just happy odors like flowers, cut grass, and morning dew, not doo.
My husband and son, especially when things go The Brady way and not the Weeds way or the Six Feet Under dark, messy conversationally moanful way.
Dog park days of summer
When my mutts run with other free range pups in a fenced in park with guards posted at check points packing 38-caliber cookies and DOA (dropped on arrival) doody bags.
Rain in moderation
No floating houses or ten-foot water walls cascading over my deer masticating, buffet vegetable garden.
And off I go: Zoom, zoom, zoom, past prickly bushes that just miss scratching the paint off my car, down the drive way into bumper-to-bumper traffic, where drivers sleep or stick their rubber necks out the window to view wreckage from a daily crash on the side of the highway.
Saturdays and Sundays
Quiet time in the Brady household when Jan isn’t pulling Marcia, Marcia, Marcia’s hair, and Mike isn’t too pensive and professorial rambling about the differences between good and evil and why Satan is hot and God is not.
My Mom and Dad
Chatting on the phone about them and not me. Me talk gets messy. They talk is happy and about tennis and golf, not Tiger’s immoral golf, but moral golf with shiny clubs and clean bright balls, and things not golf related like early bird dinners and Wednesday matinees.
Funny, scary, quirky, not boring when your finger hovers over the eject button during the opening credits.
Happy, not whiny, but red or white winy, laughing, not crying, unless laughing until crying.
Writing, writing, writing
Blogging writing and story writing that is weird and wacky, funny, dark, and moody but always a surprise to my readers and me.
Dog licking my face
As long as I know where his/her tongue has been.
My blogger ten list to whom I bestow the Happy 101 Award