I read Camie over at Wild Spirit all the time (favorite blog alert)…
…and one of my favorite things that she does is her happy list posts. Things that make her happy on a day to day basis, which is something I don’t do enough in my life — acknowledging how good I have it. So, in honor of the amount of turkey and potatoes and pie I’ll be eating tomorrow, I decided to put together
.a thankful list.
Because I am really, really, thankful for a lot of crap.
2. Coffee, and the Keurig machine that my mother donated to my office so I won’t spend as much on coffee.
3. Singing. Singing with my Dad. Snapchatting Car-aoke to GoldDust and Poof. My out of tune guitar. Music of all sorts.
4. the amazing, astounding, irreplaceable group of ladies: Alto, CoSi, FunSized, GoldDust, Poof, and SoccerGirl, for being the best supporting, texting, BFFing, shopping, coffee-ing, snapchatting group of girls I have the privilege to know and love.
5. Writing. Journals and blogs and letters and tweets and everything that gets me out of my head and onto something that listens and responds and accepts.
6. Photos, cameras, snapchat, and the DSLR my sister gave me that I don’t know how to use, and the giant arsenal of memories that I have because of all those things. Mainly the memories, because of all the other things on the list. But it’s nice to have a tangible memory too.
7. That family group of people, that I appreciate more and more the older I get — how lucky I am to have a loving, weird, dysfunctioning functional family.
I know it’s not Thursday, but I’m gonna throwback anyway because PUKKA SHELL NECKLACE. pic.twitter.com/a97VT0gHD2
— Laura Anne (@LA_theGirl) July 16, 2013
8. Soccer. I don’t even care anymore that I’m not really that good, and
probably definitely never will be. I have fun playing, and I have amazing friends that have come out of this team and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
9. this $1 zit stuff that actually really works. It’s make up of some sort. It kind of stings. But it totally works. Yay, working! Yay, clear skin!
10. Snow, and winter, and the whole, yay, magical season. I should be like this year round – more appreciative and thankful for everything around me. I really should, and I mean to be. But ugh, you guys. The snow falls, and it’s all magical and beautiful and shiny and I don’t even mind that I live in Michigan and everyone, and I mean everyone drives like a chatchnugget. DON’T EVEN MIND. Michigan, you’re gorgeous.
On that note. Here’s to an excellent and overstuffed Thanksgiving tomorrow, for whoever and however everyone is celebrating.
-1. Christmas Music. I am not thankful for Christmas music until after Thanksgiving is over.
The other day, in a fit of comment-versation, Nathan Triple Name and I decided to gang up and write a post or two together. You know, board games, sex, metaphors – Oh, the metaphors! – and other such interesting things that keep you people chuckling with me*.
Well, he asked me what next week’s post should be about, and I right away jumped on the monopoly bandwagon.
Then, I started brainstorming, and went to write a draft when I realized it. 99 published posts. Next post:
What exactly does one do to celebrate 100 published posts?
I’ll save those for another day. After all, you do not know about the great game I invented when I graduated high school, involving food, body parts, and twister.
You know what I’ll share with you today?
10 5 things I’ve gotten out of the last 100 posts.
1. The chance to write, write, and write some more. I hadn’t been writing as much before I rediscovered blogging. Sure, I had a xanga back in the day, but that went kibosh in college. I used to write in journals all the time too, but life gets busy, and that gets put to the wayside too. Then I found my way to the blogosphere. Blogging gets you more involved in what you’re writing. Instant feedback(unless you assholes don’t comment).
2. Chasing dreams, achieving dreams. I wrote a book. I’ve actually written four books. Bits and pieces of lots of books. Books and stories and tellings of things where you can see people stop and listen and take in what you are sharing with them. Geez, what a feeling. But I’m actually taking full fledged steps to try and get some of my stuff published. One of these days, guys. Something will be on the shelves with my name on it, and you’ll remember me from here.
4. Technology and I might constantly have angry angsty breakups. But at least we get along now. Some of the stuff that goes on with having a blog is having some technology know how. I have what’s called “shit breaks constantly around me.” But with a little patience, and a lot of friends who are more talented at this stuff with me, I actually feel competent about posting stuff. I even made my very own blog button. Yes, I know it’s not hard. I don’t care. Oh, and my phone doesn’t have a cracked screen right now. Knock on wood.
5. L.A., this is L.A. Having a blog name was originally to protect the innocent.
I blogged about life, to de-stress, to sort things out in my head, to be angry in a more healthy manner. To apparently piss people off (that acutally happened a lot). But somewhere in the realm of going from blogging about life and blogging about people, to whatever the fuck it is I’m doing now, I came more to terms with who I am. L.A., or Laura Anne, or just Laura, because no one actually calls me Laura Anne, ever. The blog is on facebook now, and even my mother has read the occasional post. Between tsk-ing me for the swears, she’s all,
You know Bunso, you are a good writer.
And that’s nice. I like those moments.
So, here’s to the last 100 posts. And probably another 100 more. I do have a lot of drafts saved of terrible, terrible stories involving texts that say:
Him: Do you know what I want for St. Patrick’s Day?
Me: the same thing I want?
Him: L.A. with a side of rainbow.
You never know what’s coming, guys.
P.S. What’s your favorite post on Chicks in the Mitt?
*Yes, I know you’re not chuckling with me. You’re just chuckling…around me**.
**Yes, I know you’re not chuckling around me, but chuckling at me.
So I just have to state how amazing my best friend/co-blogger really is. I’m so happy that I have her in my life to keep me sane and to keep our blog alive and well. Bravo, L.A.!!!
I apologize for my absence. Life gets going for me and I get writers block, making it hard to keep in touch.
This morning I received some snail mail from the Secretary of State. The state of Michigan politely reminded me that I’m turning 25 on December 23rd, and my driver’s license will expire. I do wonder if I have to renew since the world is ending on the 22nd. I will have to call customer service and ask. Maybe they have the answer on the ‘Frequently asked Questions’ section of their website.
I have been alive for a quarter of a century. Such a monumental moment. I have reached my quarter life crisis. How should I deal with this dilemma? Buy a sport car? Date a younger man? Get hair plugs?
No, none of these excite me so I decided to list the 25 things I have learned by the age of 25. Drum roll, please….
- A smile can get you a long way.
- If a guy says others think he is an asshole, then he is an asshole.
- Never regret paying for an expensive pair of jeans. No one will ever complain that your butt looks too good when wearing them.
- Pay attention to how a guy treats his mom. He will treat you the same way.
- Love as hard as you can. And never regret it.
- Nothing is ever final in life.
- Always be overdressed.
- Enter every room like you’re in technicolor.
- Find your signature perfume.
- Write down your goals. You will complete them if you do.
- Quit the job you hate. You didn’t want to be there anyways.
- Find a reason to laugh at the bad moments in your life, then you will only have good memories in your mind.
- You can live without the guy you thought you couldn’t. And you will be happier that you did.
- Kill your competition with kindness.
- Don’t date him if doesn’t tell you that you look nice on the first date.
- Asking questions is the most intelligent thing you can do for yourself.
- Always step out of your comfort zone. The mystery is the best part.
- Don’t date him if he doesn’t make you laugh.
- Your best friends are your true soulmates.
- Time is an enemy and a friend. Accept it.
- Start a dance floor wherever you go.
- Laugh at yourself before others can.
- Having a good hair day is like winning the lottery.
- Always apply more mascara.
- Look at the world differently each day.
After writing this list, I think I have found inner peace if the world does supposedly end on the 22nd of the December.
I’m ready to celebrate my life at the age 25. Who wants to join my party? But, I refuse to scream YOLO…