Happiness is to enjoy the things you have

 

Before you read what I am about to tell you below, you must first play this song and let it play throughout. 

It will all make sense, don't worry. 

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Lately, I have been thinking about the things that make me happy, and I realised that it really is the little things in life. The fact that I have two pups who cannot wait for me to arrive home in the afternoon and that it takes almost half an hour to calm them down. Or that they love to jump in my car and take a ride with me while I drive into the garage.

It's the fact that I am still healthy, despite everyone around me being sick.

Take that winter. Mothersucker!

And no, I'm not jinxing myself, because I got a flu shot. 

Moving swiftly along, I made a little list of things that made me really happy yesterday, in order from little happiness to most happiness. I hope you understood that.

Things that make me slightly happy:

Taking the piss at Amanda Bynes and then having her favourite the the tweet I wrote about her, le so:

Yeah, I have to admit, I'm not so sure about my grammar there. But now you have reason to follow me on twitter. 

Everyone has been talking about her crazy antics, especially yesterday when she lashed out in racist tweets at Rihanna. But do you thin her twitter account is real? It's not certified. I wonder.

Things that make me really happy:

There is roughly four months left until the day I say I do. Side note: I am a bit sad about changing my surname. I'm thinking about keeping it for my professional life.

Things that make me so freaking happy that I am lyrically ecstatic:

The fact that I didn't gym last week, and that I ate like a pig - especially in my traumatic stupor at the Frankfurt Airport (read here if you want to know more about that). I mean, there were real German pretzels and nutella covered wafers in the slow lounge and I didn't hold back, I probably ate those wafers by the hundreds. I was an emotional wreck. I have also now come to the conclusion that I am, in fact, an emotional eater.

Anyway, getting back to my point, despite my sloth and glutton, I managed to maintain my weight loss. This only brings me to the conclusion that I lost more weight and then picked it up again, because I acted like a fool. This makes me so happy, because it means I don't have more weight to lose, although I still have weight to lose to look great on my wedding day. 

Did this make sense? Only in my mind? Okay.

And then, the reason for the song - the other thing that makes me so happy at the moment, and almost every day of my life is music - in particular anything by Jonsi or Sigur Ros.

What makes you happy? Leave me a comment.

Friday Fancies: Fashion that upsets me

Today's Friday Fancies will not be about clothes or style I am yearning after, but something I detest.  This is a bit of a rant. And no, it's not about someone wearing a fur coat to a red carpet event, because let's face it, no matter how many times people throw red paint on that expensive jacket, the world will always be filled with assholes who kill and skin animals. So, even though it upsets me, I will not dedicate this post to that.

No, oh no. This is a bit of a bridezilla-moment for me, if you will. And I don't think there will be many brides in agreement with me here, because I see it everywhere, ev-er-y-where! And quite frankly, it makes me think that you really hate your friend, or you so scared that she will look so much hotter than you on your wedding day, so you put her in this extremely unpleasant, unflattering monstrosity. It makes me want to cry.

Just remember one thing ladies, this is your wedding photos and memories we are talking about, and if you want to look at your friend's saggy boobs for the rest of your life, and it is your fault, then so be it. But please, people, please reconsider the twisty convertible piece of nylon garbage you are putting your friends in. And sorry if your face appears in the next few photos, but I am trying to make my point.

I am probably writing out of fear here, that someone puts me in this someday. It's not fair to big chested girls to put them in a dress like this. Really, not fair.  Love your friend, and give them support.

Rant over.

Milame Design winner!

I flew all the way to Germany to buy a book

I wish this was as cool as it sounds, like some Miranda Priestly-like crusade, trying to get the newest Harry Potter book before it has even been released. But unfortunately it is something entirely the opposite. I was more like Tom Hanks in The Terminal. Stuck. In a slow lounge. In Frankfurt.

You see, the initial idea was that I would have a connecting flight to Stockholm from Frankfurt. I would board at 6:40 AM, I would land at 9:00 AM and I would have the City of Stockholm to myself for a day. I planned on seeing Gamla Stan - the 13th Century birthplace of Stockholm; I planned on having a fikka; I planned on visiting the Vasa museum; taking a boat tour of the city; and finally, going on the business trip I was intended on going for - to the far north of Sweden.

And then - my passport went missing. Stolen I believe.

The best way to describe my next two hours following this discovery would be these three words:

Hysterical Ugly Crying.

Can you blame me? With an imagination like mine, thinking I'm going to get fired, I'm going to have to repay my business class airplane tickets (!), I will be stuck in this terminal forever, I'm in so much trouble.

And then I tried phoning Flip, and the company that invited me, to tell them what happened. I inserted my credit card into the telephone, and dialed the wrong number. Then the credit card stopped working, I couldn't phone or withdraw money.
More Hysterical Ugly Crying.

But at least there is still some good in the world;  a few traveling Germans saw my antics and offered me their last loose change to make a call. And then I remembered that I have a laptop and that airports always have wifi, but it was only valid for half an hour. Thank goodness for Facebook chat. It calmed me down for about ten minutes.

After receiving tickets for my return flight to South Africa, I remembered that business class flyers have access to a slow lounge. Oh, it was a mini-paradise for someone to be stuck in for 14 hours. I showered, had breakfast, had coffee - and then logged on to the internet to sort everything out. 

Slow lounges have free wifi for days!

This meant that I could chat with everyone and let them know my situation, send out emails to everyone that needed to be informed and, well, just generally surf the net. Eventually, I also started to wander about the airport and bought myself a book, called Me Before You.
I found it terribly boring, but I will finish it.

Even in my bad luck there was some good luck.
But I think it is safe to say that I still hate flying. I always will.

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*Photo via We Heart It
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