la da da da da da da…feeling groovy

The other day, I heard a song that always gives me a happy feeling inside. ๐Ÿ™‚

Also, this is nifty:

http://www.messybeast.com/genetics/hybrid-bears.htm

Lots of things give me a happy… Like friends who love me for me, even though I’m not as awesome as I’d like to be, and even though I’m evil sometimes… I am so lucky that I have been able to surround myself with people who are un-pretentious–for the most part–and who are always honest with themselves as well as with me. (This is an important thing: One of the worst times I ever had was when I was with a guy who loved to play head-games with me, trying to get me to believe stuff that wasn’t true. He’d do stupid stuff, and tell me over and over that what I knew wasn’t what had actually happened–even though I was there when he said/did/saw/whatever… It got really frustrating. Happily, I eventually I realized what was going on–that he needed elaborate fantasies to make himself feel better or some such–and I made a run for it. Lesson learned.)

Other things that make me happy:

–Realizing that doing things (that harm none) to make me happy, without stressing over what others think, is an acceptable option

–Taking time to wander randomly through the woods

–Finding esoteric reading material and taking the time to make use of it.

–Learning something fun and new, regardless of whether it will ever be useful. (Because all knowledge is worth having…)

–Warm showers after cool rain

–Cool rain after a hot day

–When the A/C fixes itself (Hooray!)

–When the kids give me hugs after a long day

–When they go to bed when I ask them to. ๐Ÿ™‚

And stuff like this:

http://www.usatoday.com/sports/baseball/nl/reds/2008-06-09-griffey-600_N.htm?csp=34

Ken Griffey, Jr is so totally the man: He’s reached this milestone without being a jerk and a druggie. I’m so happy for him that he’s done this.

It’s the little things that make life grand: The realization that not everything has to have a knowable purpose. The cool of a misty morning before the heat wave kicks in and everyone wants to hide. Being able to run around in a swimsuit, under a sprinkler, without caring whether anyone has the audacity to laugh at me. ๐Ÿ™‚

Taking the time to really enjoy the company of a truly good person.

Taking the time to truly enjoy a moment before it’s gone.

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Super Bowls

Was anyone else watching the Super Bowl tonight and thinking: “Perhaps the officials are not entirely impartial”? Also: “Perhapsย  they are willfully blind to the blatant penalties and unsportmanslike conduct being perpetrated by the Steelers”? And: “You know, that Harrison guy who pummelled the Cardinal should have been ejected from the game, not just given a penalty?” And: “What the heck is going on with the change-of-possession penalties?”

Caveat: I love football. I’m also a Baltimore girl, ergo I’m not much of a Steelers fan: Kind of sick of them and many of the Pittsburgh fans picking on my town. Therefore, I’m not completely unbiased. At all. (My friend, Jill, is a Steelers fan, and I love her anyway. Best buddy.)

At the end of the day, it is just a game–but it’s also more than that: It is an amalgamation of the combined hopes and dreams and wishes of many, many people. We anthropomorphize entire teams (yes, that usage counts–a team isn’t a person on its own; it’s a big bunch of people who sometimes act in unison), and imbue them with parts of ourselves, so when a team we root for loses, we tend to be way more cranky. Right now, I’m sort of cranky. The Cardinals didn’t win; they could have certainly played better (why does no one cover Holmes? And the interception at the goal line?! Why?), but for the whole game, the officials–for their own mysterious reasons–seemed intent on nearly giving the game away to the Steelers. For a team who has had under 50 penalty yards averaged for both the regular and post-season, receving approximately 100 penalty yards in a game seems a little strange.

Not that I’m pointing fingers. ๐Ÿ™‚