How much is too much when it’s about happiness? Never enough for me really; when have I ever been sad? I smiled even in the most terrifying moments of my life. That can make other people quite angry by the way! “Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be”. Another Abraham said that, and no, he’s not related to me unfortunately. Lincoln, of course. Today I am happier than ever. I have reasons and as usual I share them with you….I’m still keeping some for myself only to hold the mystery for longer. First of all, my dear girlie Rachel has got engaged to that awesome guy of hers. They complete each other. Wait a sec. Where have I heard that? I know…show me the money! So back to Rachel. She deserves to be happy, she’s been through a lot and she always smiled...like me. Congrats, girlie, I’m sure you will be so happy. The guy is la crème de la creme!But that’s not all. All my clients today were just perfect. They all had some goals to achieve by the end of this week and they all impressed me like none others. Easy training guys like them! Thanks for today, buddies, you made my day a breeze!Then Hendrix, my puppy, again….and always. He survived another surgery and I now know that he’ll get well. It’s sad seeing him slow and sad. I prefer him chewing my whole house and destroying everything…but don’t worry, guys, very soon he’ll get back to his old habits. And one more reason of my happy clappy day…days? Today…I was able to avoid that idiot who stopped his car suddenly in the middle of an intersection. I thought the guy had a heart attack, but when I got closer I realized that it was a she, blonde, but not so blonde as me. She had a mascara rush and I can relate to that perfectly. A girl has to do what a girl has to do when the wind moves one little eyelash. They have to be perfect, don’t they? Well done blondie, for retouching your mascara in the intersection and super well done to me, blondie as well, for being able to avoid a crash. So, guys, still happy. You? I guess you are. Thanks again for your emails. I would just want to answer Craig from Seattle. Publicly. No, there is no way you can know more about me than I share in my blogs. End of story. Start, guys, preparing for the weekend. We are almost there! :)
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Luck is believing you’re lucky. I wish I would have said that first, but Tennessee Williams was faster. I believe I’m lucky… .from time to time. And I do believe in karma. My definition of karma is what goes around, goes around and what comes around, comes around. I wish somebody would quote me on this.
Anyway, this morning, after sleeping around two hours and reinstating how lucky I am and how much good karma comes towards me, I decided to cancel my Sunday class. So, I hopped on my business Facebook page and posted my girlies that there would be no class today. And then I cruised around checking what my peeps and their peeps are doing. All around fine; just that everybody speaks the same slang today…at least on Facebook. I counted 34 OMGs and even 5 OMFGs. Very in fashion apparently.
The truth was that I was dying to wear today my light blue Donna Karan evening dress…first thing in the morning. As a statement! And I even knew where... to Mitre10. Let’s say this time a fair OMG again, just because other 34 said it this morning before me. Anyway, here I was in the hardware store, when Mike, one of the assistants saw me. OMG, he said, “do you have a hot date so early in the morning?”. Actually I do…with you Mike…and while we have it would you be so nice to cut me some pieces of wood and sell me some proper stuff to glue them together? “OMG, I sure do that”, said Mike…again.
While driving back home , I remembered that I have to buy a new lippy. I believed again that I was lucky and the result was that….. my colour was discontinued. I was probably the only one buying it. No problem, I agreed to change the brand. So the cookie in the shop started showing me all sorts and to make sure that the colour was right, she tried each lippy on my arm, up to my elbow. Now, remember that my lippies don’t come out easily, so, when the bird realised that my arm would be painted for days, said another OMG, of course. But I found my colour. When I arrived home I noticed the mess Hendrix, my puppy, made in my absence, so another OMG. He was over the moon when I started unpacking the wood I bought, thinking that OMG what a game we would have. In fact I just wanted to make some frames for those beautiful paintings I got last night. YouTube wasn't kind enough to show me how. So I typed “how to" and all sort of DIYs popped up. Like how to break into a house (huge OMG, but very helpful because I locked myself out quite often); how to break into a car (OMG I did that as well in a real blonde style); how to make a paper gun that shots (OMG how useless); how to make out with strangers (OMG I kind of like that); how to make extra money, as seen on TV (OMG too late if everybody has already seen it on tele); how to make a lemon battery (OMG why would I do that?). No frame video. Doesn’t matter, I said another OMG and I started putting my tools together. Sad, I have only a hammer and a pink screwdriver and I don’t need any of them.OMG. But I’ve done something that looks like even I have no clue what…and then I gave up. OMG.
So, nice Sunday, don’t you think? Everything went around to go around and came around to come around….my style of karma. I cannot change that, but I would like you, my guys, to stop OMGing me. I just showed you how bothering that can be. Let’s find another abbreviation or internet slang or whatever you want. Something like…no, I won’t tell you that! Have a great day, guys! :)
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