Happy Every Day!

Listen, I know this is a strange title for a Monday blog post. Most people would not group Monday in their favorite days of the week, I'm usually in that boat. But sometimes, you see something or read something or hear something that just sort of sticks with you and makes you smile when you think about it again.

For me, today, it was an email from someone who doesn't speak english as their first language. Some of the most beautiful phrases I've ever heard in English, were spoken by people who had to learn english after learning a completely different language.

I ordered a Snitch pocket watch locket pendant from her etsy shop (which, by the way, contains all of the most wonderful and beautiful things pertaining to Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Doctor Who, and other things nerdy and fantastic), I highly recommend that you check her out.

She sent this email to me, letting me know my order had shipped.

"Hi, my friend,

The item has been sent with care from CHINA on Sep 15, 2012.

Shipping via china post air mail( always take 15-30 days.)

And, if meet some nature phenomenon, such as Heavy snow, floods, earthquakes,

the shipping time will be more longer than normal.

I sincerely hope it arrived on time.

I hope you like It when you see It.

If you have any questions, please feel free email me!

Happy every day!

MY BEST!

sevinoma"

That was one of the first things I read this Monday morning, how can that not make you smile? I want to start ending all my letters with a "Happy every day! MY BEST!"

The next are from a woman who works on the same floor as me. I think she's Armenian, but her accent sounds a little Russian sometimes. Every time I see her, she is nothing but smiles, like she hasn't seen you in years and you are one of her very favorite people. I have never seen her without a smile and a happy spark in her eyes.

We both got into the elevator one evening after work. She turned to me, trademark smile firmly in place and happily exclaimed, "Thank Gods it is Friday!" How can you not smile right along with her and agree?

Another time, we happened to meet in the restroom. I was washing my hands and she turned to me. "You look beautiful today. You look like a Barbie."

Now, I would never describe my appearance as "like a Barbie", the Matel model and I have very little in common, but coming from that woman, it was nothing but the best compliment in the world.

So yes, today, I do like Monday. If your day was less than happy, then hopefully this little bit from my weekend will help.

The Boyfriend and I had gone to get his car detailed. While we were waiting, I saw a dog, who kid you not, looked like the dog from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. Here is that dog.

That totally made my day yesterday, just like that email made mine today. I hope your day was just a little bit better.

Happy every day! MY BEST!

A Quiet Riot

So, last week the Meyers Briggs test circulated among my facebook friends to see which type of people we are. I think the results are correct to a point, but it's also nearly impossible to put anyone into categories. It is possible to group similar people, so here are my results.

INTJ

Introvert(100%) iNtuitive(25%) iNtuitive Thinking(1%) Judging(33%)

You have strong preference of Introversion over Extraversion (100%)

You have moderate preference of Intuition over Sensing (25%)

You have marginal or no preference of Thinking over Feeling (1%)

You have moderate preference of Judging over Perceiving (33%)

So, I guess there's no denying my introverted qualties...I mathematically cannot be more of an introvert.

I've also started reading Quiet: The Power Of Introverts In A World That Can't Stop Talking which is an amazing book. It discusses the awesomeness of introverts in history and the amazing qualities that are so valuable to society. It's sort of great to be told in a book that it's okay to be who I always was...a person drawn to libraries and stories and blanket forts solitude.

But, just because I will take a book over a party any day, does not mean I'm boring. I have a spark for mischief that cannot be contained. I'm no prankster and I never was the class clown, but I always have a witty comeback and there might be a trick or two up my sleeves.

My style is something I've lovingly called "the quiet riot". I find joy in subtle jokes, small things that when noticed make one's day just a little better.

I prefer things like, putting googly eyes on the plants at work.

It's possible that sometimes, a squeaker will find it's way into The Boyfriend's bag that he takes to work. That plan worked out even better, because I thought he would discover it before we left in the morning. He found it when he got to work. Bonus points. I mean, I have no idea how the squeaker got in there.

Sometimes, the anonymous things I do may or may not have a slight passive aggressive tone to them.

Like today, I might (though there is no proof) have posted this blog in both of the stalls in the bathroom at work. Maybe, but you can't prove a thing.

If nobody else finds any of this amusing, I at least do. My own little fight against the boring normal...without drawing too much attention to myself, because that gives me even more anxiety than I currently have.

You don't have to be the life of the party to have fun. If you want to read a book rather than go out clubbing, then do it. Whatever makes you happy. Just make sure that you take a little time to add a little spice to the day...and maybe someone else's, too.

Let's crank this quiet riot up!

Darling, You Need Help.

So, lately I've been partaking in once a week binges of the show "Say Yes To The Dress". I promise, I'm going to get help soon...or something. Anyway, there's one thing (well, one MAIN thing) that bothers me.

Why do these women need the approval of their mothers, aunts, grandmothers, fathers, sisters, cousins, best friends, bride's maids, and fiances for their wedding dress? Last time I checked, there was only one person going to be wearing that dress.

If this puts me in the feminist, over-opinionated, too independent women camp, then set my tent up. Don't get me wrong, I love the two hosts/dress-picker-outers, I think they're hilarious, but I just don't get it. Do these women ask ten people if their outfit is all right every day before going to work?

"Darling, best friend, mother, boyfriend is this sweater and jeans all right to go to the grocery store?"

Now, I DO understand that a wedding day is a bit more important than going to the store, but come on brides. You are wearing the dress, therefore you should be the one to love it and everyone else can go pick out their own dress. Yes, I also understand that it's important to value the opinion of loved ones, and it's fine to ask for opinions if you are wavering between a couple, but if you love a dress and (insert person here) says "...no.". Screw them. Calmly accept their opinion and stand by yours.

For example, in this episode, this woman gave her fiance and friends COMPLETE control in picking out her dress, as in she would not make any decisions. Get an opinion, woman! Finally after several failed dresses, this woman is finally taking charge of picking HER dress for HER wedding.

A few exceptions. If these are your dresses, then darling, we need to have a talk.

Maybe I'm just missing the point. Maybe I'm not "girly" enough to understand this whole thing. Either way, I'm picking my own darn dress and everyone else can find their own.

Let Me Explain...

Blog: Where HAVE you been?

Me: ...pardon?

B: You heard me. Where. Have. You. Been? Last week. When you should have posted a blog. You remember last week, don't you?

M: Well yeah, things got busy, and friends were in town, and time-

B: Did you or did you not set out to upload at least one post a week?

M: Yeah, but...

B: And did you or did you not post last week?

M: Well, no, but I wanted to. It's just that Monday was groceries and cleaning; Tuesday was a migraine so I just went to bed after work; Wednesday and Thursday friends were in town with their 3.5 year old and 1.5 year old; Friday was falling asleep after work because I'm cool and party like that; Saturday was my crazy appointment which leaves me pretty much comatose afterwards; Sunday was another migraine because my brain loves me; and Monday was a barbecue at my friend's house... I'm sorry?"

B:...

M: What, now you're not talking to me?

M: I'm here now, aren't I? I'm sorry, but sometimes life gets in the way. It doesn't mean that I love you any less, it just means that I'm burning the candle entirely, forget that whole both ends thing. That sucker is engulfed in flames. I made a promise, (not in writing mind you, because then it's like a binding soul owning contract) to try my best to post at least weekly. Please, blog? I miss you, really. Come back?

M: Truce?

B: Are you bribing me?

M: Only if it works.

B: Fine. I forgive you. Now, I'll be over here with this ice cream. You wrap this up.

Wait for it...wait for it... Blog is gone. Now this page is under my complete control. (insert evil laugh of your choice) The power! Is mine! ...wait, wrist cuffs? Obligation? Expectation? Promises to self?

There's always a catch. Darn you, Blog, tricking me into this. Well, I'm never going to tell Blog that I actually enjoy this. Put that in your pipe and smoke it! (I've never actually understood that, now I need to go research where that phrase came from).

Until next week, good readers.

Blog: You do realize that you only have like one reader, that most of the views are you obsessively checking your stats?

Me: You just have to ruin everything...

Blog: The ice cream is delicious, though. Say goodnight, Elayna.

Me: Goodnight, Elayna.