It’s there. We must practice patience. It’s like a Taco Bell burrito. Sometimes, they’re made incorrectly. All the cheese or sauce or sauce and cheese get tucked into the final fifth of the burrito. One must endure dry beans for a while, but eventually you’ll get the cheese.
Or the sauce or sauce and cheese.
Laura writes the blog Riddle from the Middle. It’s real life, as she says, with a side of snark. She’s a lover of family, words, and music, and really, with proper snacks, isn’t that what we all love? She writes a thoughtful, enlightening blog I hope you’ll check out.
Today, I’m accepting her challenge for The Happiness Tag.
As part of it, I’m to list:
- Five things that make me happy.
- Five songs that make me happy.
- Five bloggers who make me happy, and notify them of their nomination.
This felt like the perfect time to tackle this. So relentless has my schedule been that I didn’t have time for a Go Ask Daddy last week. This is akin to me ordering a burger without cheese. It just doesn’t happen. And yet, it did.
Here’s to happiness, wherever we can find it.
Five things that make me happy
My girls wearing my T-shirts
They raid my T-shirt drawer, mainly to find something to sleep in. I don’t say a word, even when they trash the shirts looking for just the one.
When I make pancakes, waffles, or anything baked … it should have a capful of vanilla added. I brought several bottles of vanilla back from Mexico to avoid running out.
Books on CD
I’m on my last disc of Think Like a Freak. This qualifies as double-happy. I’m learning while sidestepping the angst of consuming modern media. Now this is cleansing.
Watching my girls play
It’s hard to summarize the degree of happiness I feel to see them conquer challenges. To love something and excel at it has to leap off the happiness spectrum.
I don’t know where I go during meditation, but it’s not here. I come back from wherever it is with an armload (and pocketsful) of whatever Zen is found there.
Five songs that make me happy
Two Princes | Spin Doctors
It came out my freshman year of college. I dig the beat, plus the message of the pluses of winding up with a peasant boy like me.
Blinded by the Light | Manfred Mann’s Earth Band
A blast from a tripped-out childhood. How can you hear about Go-kart Mozart and Early-Pearly and not smile? I get revved up like a deuce.
Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ | Journey
I want to sing this in karaoke, if only to lead the 17 minutes of Na-Nas at the end. See, today’s music can’t replicate this kind of magic.
Trippy | Antiserum and Mayhem
This is noisy. I love it. Like, so noisy that my kids, who love some jacked-up music, would ask me to skip the song. This song is my ugliest shirt in lyrical form.
Let it Be | The Beatles
“And when the night is cloudy / there’s still a light that shines in me.” Perhaps more than any other, this line of this song is stitched on the fabric of my soul.
Five bloggers who make me happy
She writes So I’ve Been Thinking … which rates as stellar on the intellectual scale. Great recipes reside on her site, but also some of the best words I found when I started this blogging affliction.
She writes Kissing the Frog, a blog about what life is really like after all your dreams come true. Her posts are heartfelt, helpful and hopeful.
She writes About 100%. Words congregate beautifully for her. It’s like getting all the green lights on the way to work. Only that’s luck, and Andrea’s just supremely talented.
She writes The Year(s) of Living Non-judgementally. She’s on day 1,358 of the journey. I’ve been along for parts of it. Today, you must read her post about the clouds.