My good friend Angelcel (I’m using her nom-de-net because it just struck me that I don’t know if she’s using her “real” name on her blog or not) and I go way back. Like, WAY. Back to the beginnings of Snerkology, when it was an “on-line journal” (or OLJ), and HTML was hand-coded using Homesite. Journal updates were uploaded via FTP. Dear lord, we’ve come a long way since then.
Anyway, AC lives on the island of Jersey, which I’d never heard of before we became friends. I’ve often joked with her (semi-seriously, actually) that I’m just going to show up on her doorstep one day, with the intent to move in. Her site, her writing, and her friendship… well, they’ve always seemed like “home” to me. It’s kind of hard to explain. Immediate comfort, knowledge of complete acceptance, encouragement, a hand to hold, an ear to listen. I’ve never met her in person, but I count her among one of my dearest friends. The power of the internet, people.
She dropped off the internet for a little while (a year? maybe more?) and then reemerged. During her hiatus we still exchanged e-mails and even letters. I take comfort in the knowledge that no matter what seems to be going on in our lives, we’ll always make the effort to stay in touch. She had some powerful health issues to overcome (I’ll let you read all about that on her site), and yet through it all still wanted to know how I was doing. Her friendship is really such a blessing.
AC gifted me with a pair of awards: the Happiness 101 Award, and the Sugar Doll Award. They’re the kind of pay-it-forward types of recognition that I rarely participate in, but that I value nonetheless for their contribution to the sense of community we strive for as a family of bloggers.
For the Happiness 101 Award, I am encouraged to list the ten things that make me the happiest. For the Sugar Doll Award, I am encouraged to list ten things that you all may or may not know about me. For both, I am requested to pass the awards on to five blogger friends, who then post the awards on their site with the required information and then they, too, pay it forward to five of their blog friends. And on. I confess I have no idea the origins of these particular awards, but the concept is what keeps us all connected.
So, in no particular order:
Happiness 101 – Ten things that make me happy:
- Photography. I love when a photo captures exactly what I was going for. I love how much I’ve learned in the past year. And I love how much more there is to learn. I’m never going to be bored!
- Glee. Deal with it (I’m looking at you, Bill). It just makes me happy, and that’s what this list is about.
- Secret Boyfriends. It’s fun to get a little a-squee over a movie or TV star that I find to be just plain ol’ hunky. Case in point.
- Whip-poor-wills. On this week’s Justified they put one in the background sound (they were in a forest) and even though my first thought was, “Hey, that’s not right. It’s daytime, a whip-poor-will wouldn’t be calling in the daytime,” my second thought was, “Aww, I miss whip-poor-wills!” And for a second, I was just plain happy.
- “That” voice that Bill uses sometimes. The goofy, little kid, wheedling voice that I can’t describe or imitate but that just makes me all, “Awwww,” whenever he uses it. He only uses it when he’s happy or in a good mood, and when he’s happy, I’m happy.
- Inside jokes. Or when someone spots a reference to something kind of obscure during a conversation. I love it when that happens.
- Planned trips home. Of course. I mean, it’s not like I obsess over going back to Maine or anything. I hardly ever even mention it here, right?
- Oz. I love all of our pets, of course, but Ozzy Britches just has this way about him. He meets me at the door when I get home from work. He runs in front of us into whichever room we’re headed to and flops down in our path so that we’ll rub his belly. He lectures us when Bill and I roughhouse. He’s demanding as all get out (“Cheese cheese I want cheese gimme cheese now now now…”) but his personality is just so awesome that I have no problem at all bowing to his whims. Damn cat.
- Movie nights with the kids. Now that they’re grown, I appreciate the nights when the kids pile over to the house just because they want to hang out with us. We usually end up watching a movie, hanging out and gabbing, tossing back a couple of shots, and being goofy.
- Getting letters in the mail. And I post that with the full knowledge that I owe Dys and TB a letter (and the return of That Book), and that I suck worse at writing and/or returning letters than I really care to admit. But with that hypocrisy aside, I really do love hand-written, mailed in an envelope, “I was thinking of you”, cards and letters. I really, REALLY miss the letters I used to get from Grandma. I saved them all.
Sugar Doll – Ten things that you may or may not know about me:
- I don’t name inanimate objects. I know a lot of people who name their cars, their iPods, their computers, their guns, and whatnot. That’s never been my thing.
- I know the words to the theme for The Big Bang Theory, but did you know that it’s a full-length song by the Barenaked Ladies? Yeah, I don’t know the whole song. I bob my head like mad to it, though.
- Stupid commercials make me actively angry. Not just annoyed or bothered, ANGRY. I can’t decide if I should direct my anger at the ad writer who thought it was a good idea, or the test panel who agreed it should represent whatever product it’s representing. I’m looking at you, Old Navy.
- I don’t think I’ve actually ever missed my mom. I’ve been sad about not having a mom, but I don’t think I’ve actually ever missed her, specifically, as a person. Certainly not the way I miss my Grandmother. I feel guilty about that, sometimes, much as I understand the why of it (I was eight when she died and I didn’t spend much time with her when she was alive, really).
- I fake being not unhappy. Which isn’t the same as faking being happy. I present a pleasant face to the world a lot, when inside I’m just really freaking depressed. That depression passes in a day or two and the pretense is replaced with reality. Still, though, it takes a lot of effort to fake the lack of unhappiness.
- I visit spoiler sites prior to seeing a horror movie. I want to know who lives and who dies so that I can deal with the build up and anticipation of inevitable demise.
- I’m not a particular fan of country music. However, we’ve been on a Lady Antebellum kick lately that I’m really digging.
- I used to really hate my nose. I was paranoid about my profile, and self conscious about it to the extreme. Now, I never even think about it anymore. Like, never. Huh. Weird. Guess I outgrew that. Wish I could have told my fifteen-year-old self that would happen.
- I wish I knew a second language. I’m waiting for the informational brain dump ala Matrix to be invented, because that’s the only blessed way it’ll ever happen.
- I have opinions. Ones that I don’t share overly much here. About Arizona’s stance on immigration law enforcement. Or whose fault the oil leak is. Or how Obama is doing. Or the direction that the publishing industry is going in. Or what the fuck is going on with the stock market lately. I don’t quite know, myself, why I don’t pontificate much here.
This is the part I don’t like about these – having to pick the five bloggers to send the awards to. This isn’t a popularity contest and yet someone will inevitably think, “Gee, I thought we were friends, why didn’t she send this to me?” So if I don’t mention you, it’s not because I don’t luuuuuurve you! Feel free to participate anyway if you want!
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