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I’ve been in an utterly shite mood for the past couple of weeks.  I’m not entirely sure, but I suspect that there might be a brain cloud (i.e.: a big ole tumor) involved and that my best bet would be to offer myself as sacrifice to an ancient volcano on a tropical island off the coast of South America.  There are several things, though, that make me smile no matter what mood I’m in.  I thought of several of them the other day as I drove back from a super annoying, out of town doctor’s visit that I’ve been putting off since January. They are:

• singing loudly to bands that my husband thinks are too uncool to listen to
• driving as fast as my sad little car will take me with my windows down and radio up
• the amazing smell of fresh, wet, summer earth & honey suckle
• bulleted lists (obviously)
• my blackberry (though I never expected this, I love it.)
• mmm chocolate. Though I’ve always known, I’m finally beginning to realize just how chemical emotion really and truly is. Love, hate, happiness, sadness… it all comes from some random receptor either accepting or denying tiny little chemical messages in your body.  I’m not sure if this makes me feel better or worse about my bad mood, but it sure as hell makes me want a Twix.
• the complete and utter rejection of drama from my life
• Ima Robot & Of Montreal (they make me dance in my seat at work!)
• seeing one of my baby cousins graduate from High School tonight!
• healthy, happy, safe animals – It seems like I’ve encountered way too many icky, sad, dead things on the road lately.  Why the F can’t people take care of their pets and the animals around them?
• GA Ren Fair Pirate weekend on May 30! OMG yarrr!

Oh man, I am teh geek… If my life consisted of only the things on this list, I would be perpetually happy.

• “Musicians” using vocoders. You don’t sound cool or hip or electronic.  You sound like an asshole and we all know you can’t sing.  It wasn’t even awesome when Peter Frampton did it.
• People called Jimmy.  Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon, Jimmy from my old job. I do like Jimmy Carter, though, and Jimi Hendrix is exempt because it’s spelled totally different.
• Rain when I want to be outside and sun when I want to stay in.
• DJs. Pretty much all DJs, but especially female DJs on local, “indie” stations like WUOG. Seriously, ladies, “sooooo, ummm, that was, ummmm….” is not quality filler.
• Not being at my friend’s wedding today.

Just to even it out, something I really like:

• People doing impressions.
• Inappropriate jokes.

When I was a teenager I really thought I wanted to be a race car driver.  Bizarre, right?  That fantasy came primarily from my desire to be like my cousin, Joe.  He drove fast and let me drive his truck, which was a stick.  He went on to actually race cars for a brief period.  (When one of his cars was junked, he blew it up with a firecracker in the gas tank!) He and his sister Jenni always had the coolest crap.  Go-karts, dirt bikes, whatever.  Once, Joe and my uncle Doug decided it would be cool to let me, about 13 at the time, drive a dirt bike by myself, with no direction or instruction.  Perhaps that seems simple to you, as it did to me then… it wasn’t.  I sped down the country road a few times, thinking I was so cool.  Then, on the way back into the drive way, which was dirt and gravel, I turned in at about 30 miles per hour.  That was stupid. The gravel broke loose and the bike slid right out from under me in.  In slow motion I flew over the handle bars, no helmet on, and skidded a few feet.  I was fine, though, just having the wind knocked out of me.  My uncle rushed out of the house, so thoughtful, and examined his bike straight away.  After he realized that the mirror was just slightly damaged, he made sure I was okay.

I didn’t want to race anything after that. I now drive a Kia.

• sometimes a jerk is just a jerk
• wasting time on jerks makes you a jerk
• The Office is an amazing show
• that is all