What made you smile today?

what made me smile? i go to pick up my wallet at the bus station, get it, quickly run thru the cards, realize the ONLY card missing is my paycard, immediately go into an internal rage, i get paid today, i need a bus pass, my tooth needs to be extracted, etc..

mym mom is like, whats wrong? my paycard is gone..

shes asks what i need, is ay i just want to go home and sleep, shes like OK! we pull up to her bank, im like omg my mom is an island oasis in the middle the seas of death and ****

she gave me 200 dollars

Nuthin'. Not one blessed thing. Zilch. Zip. Nada.












(Of course, it's early yet. Only half past midnight or so. Check with me later)

That's too bad, Merry Andrew.

I had nearly the same kind of day, but I did get laughs in math class. The teacher-student relationships in there are very funny.

Checking later.







Well, Andrew, what do you have to report on the smile situation?
Yes or no?

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Thankee for asking, msOlga. But, y'know, I can't think of a single thing that happened yesterday that actually made me smile. Not that I was frowning, far from it. But not exactly smiling either. Maybe today . . .

little old dogs romping in the snow

the snow is bringing out their inner puppy craziness

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their courtesy in accepting their charcoal biscuits when they come in

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the sounds when they race up the stairs to hop into a warm bed with Set - clomp clomp thump thump thud thud thump thump "HEY!"

The biggest smile of the day for me - looking into the kitchen at 4:45 am, seeing my husband rocking to some heavy metal music from his iPod, throwing his long hair and having a blast.

Barry/Beary meets Harry/ Hairy:

I talked to sozlet before the new bear arrived, and her eyes got HUMUNGOUS. She was very happy about it. She decided that the new one is Beary's long-lost twin, Harry.

Harry arrived today and she was completely gobsmacked when I presented him. (The word "freaky" was used a lot.) Here they are together:

(big smile)

Wow, very cool. What made you decide to not wait til Xmas or a Beary disaster?

I was just a little worried that it would be too weird for her -- I wanted to do it outside of a gift sort of context so she would feel free to say "no" if it was in fact too weird. She definitely felt strongly about keeping Beary, not making this be a replacement bear in any way, and not hurting Beary's feelings. (Yes, Beary is that much of a personality in our household...)

Well, congratulations on the addition to your family.

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I know a little girl who is four at Christmas, which is I think the best time to be born from an astrological point of view. A 4th century Pope chose that time for the birth of Jesus in order to settle all the arguments once and for all. Which he did. Using astrology.

She considers it, when she is brought to my residence, which she often is, her duty to aggravate me when I'm sprawled across my sofa. I think her mother feeds her catnip. This afternoon, during the football, she got tired of jumping on me and licking my nose and such like similar tormentations and disappeared. She wanted the cartoons on the telly. They are the only things she'll sit still for. Especially when there's a princess in them. She's going to be a princess she says. I said have you seen Prince Charles? She didn't get it of course but her mother did and she glared at me. I suggested a nunnery to save the young lads in about 12 years a good neck-wringing.

However, she soon returned carrying a small stool with four rather thin legs which she positioned on my chest. She then started climbing up with the obvious intention of sitting on it. When I prevented her, not wishing the skin over my ribs to be gouged, she looked at me sternly, pointed her shaking finger menacingly and said "You're rude!!"

She uses these admonition gestures as an all purpose expression of any dissatisfactions she is feeling irrespective of any justifications those she directs them towards may have.

What made me smile was that she was using the aggravation in order to provoke opposition so that she could perform this ritual which it was easy to see she thoroughly enjoyed. Come to think of it I have seen the same expression forms on little girls who are smacking their teddy-bear's bottom for doing something naughty. Maybe it's innate. Her mother strenuously denies having taught her this. Her mother calls her "Sweetheart"- this little monster. Her mother is Canadian.

What made me guffaw was realising that it was exactly the same technique that the atheists use on the long running argument threads wande started. Notice-wande starts the thread- the little monster brings the stool in- the teddy bear is made naughty.

On those threads I'm called an idiot, a clown, spurious, a dipshit and a small, unimaginative range in a similar vein which "you're rude" is shortspeak for. (I'll teach her dipshit the next time she comes- she has a whoopee cushion--in fact she has so much stuff she doesn't know what to do next--that's why she aggravates me. And supermarket supervisors of course. Authority figures generally. )

That's what these atheists have done. Same trick. They have a need to sternly admonish people and who better than religious people as there are a large number of them (about 85% I heard) and they can't prove their religion to be true using the sort of scientific evidence the atheists approve of when they have peer-reviewed it between themselves. And been paid.

Targets are everywhere they go. They are mainlining on Christians. And they are decades older than the little monster and have been through an expensive education.

It makes me smile anyway so it's on topic.

Spendi made me smile, the old bodger.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yC5UggzFOEY&feature=related

Yeah Rock.. he just made me smile too with his story.

I'm the only one still up here so I turned it off quick. I think I'm looking forward to it tomorrow. It obviously will be no good with the sound low.

The old guy in the store that I ran into looking for marsala in the new Albertson's rearrangement. He was looking for crackers, which was right, as that was where crackers used to be. We talked some more, probably past each other, but convivially.

He asked me to help in two more aisles, including reading a grocery list, and in one aisle I couldn't - who knew where Pace Picante Sauce was now, as they were rearranging? What was good was that he was - while having difficulty - savvy for getting help. Let me guess, an old flirt.

I can also work up worries, as in, how did he make it to the store? I know how tricky it is to get to that store. Presumed wife waiting. Or, hey, maybe glad he was gone for a bit.

This made me smile yesterday. Does it count?

Came back from running an errand and saw a giganto, humongous, BIG, and large dog in my lobby waiting for the elevator with his owner. A long-haired rottweiler, 135 pounds of canine named Buster. Petted Buster. Talked to Buster. Connected with Buster. Buster made me smile.

Every domesticated dog I see makes me smile. What crafty little blighters they are. Wild dogs make me shudder.