Dirty Rotten Things That Make Me Smile

I've been thinking.


Why wait to get the Good Mood blogger gig to start blogging about things that make me happy? Afterall, there's no time like the present to put off till tomorrow what I can do today.


After I finished the video and the essay for the contest I was all strung out. BIG TIME! All that energy and focus in one direction . . . a direction in which all fingers pointed at ME ME ME ME ME ME ME.


It was weird.


But the next morning I started finding joy in the craziest things. Like laundry. It gave me a little thrill to do laundry. And vacuuming gave me a rush.


The leaky roof . . . the broken front door handle . . . the burnt out light bulbs . . . all of it seemed so irrelevant. I felt like Jimmy Stewart at the end of It's a Wonderful Life.


KIDS! I have KIDS! Dirty Rotten KIDS! And I have a house. A dirty rotten house! And a dirty rotten hub!


I feel like the luckiest dirty rotten dummy in the world.

So many other dirty rotten things have been making me happy too. Like Costco chicken roaster soup. YUM-O.

And friends. Friends from my new hood who bring me Costco chicken roaster soup. And little fruit tarts from Kneaders.

And who alert the media about my Good Mood Blog contest and who may or may not have landed me an interview with The Daily Herald. (My lips are sealed, but EEEEEEEEE!)

And friends from my blog hood who pick me up to go to the viewing of dear Wendy's son. And to take me to Leatherby's to eat huge amounts of French fries and Frappes.

And friends from my old hood who take me to Manti to eat Chicken Curry and broccoli cheese soup. And who send me dozens of Laie t-shirts. And who take me out to a spa for a massage after seeing me yawn myself silly while trying to be a gangsta rapper .

And who shower me with words of affirmation.

Not to mention votes of affirmation.

And who write books about Lego people.

Don Carey is one of the boyz in my old hood. (My Laie hood.) He's a brat from the pack. And I know stuff about him that would make you want to give him a hug. (A sweaty hug.) (Sweaty eyeball hug, that is.)

He's got a book coming out in January called Bumpy Landings. My mom read it and said she thought about it for days afterward. It's a good sign when a book stays with you, ya know.

I am reading it too and I will post my review shortly.

You can watch his cutie patootie trailer here:

Bumping Landings Trailer


Or you can just watch it right here. It's adorable to watch little Legos promote a book.





But if you click on that link you can enter a contest which will very likely land you some chocolate covered mac nuts. (I hope they're Caramacs.) (That's alls I'm sayin'.)

And BTW, don't forget to vote!

Good Mood Gig from SAM-e

P.S. One more dirty rotten thing that makes me smile . . . emails from The Mormon Times saying they ran a goofy Mormon Culture story I submitted.

P.P.S. OMGOSH, I almost forgot one more thing. I tweeted. My very first tweet. I don't know how to make that little button to get you all to follow me on Twitter, but my address is @thedummydiaries.

Come follow me, k.