|^My friend Tracy & Me. A random pic I love for a random post.|
1) Last week, someone said to me that the problem with Yelp! is that everyone thinks their opinion matters when really, no one's opinion matters. What a simple sentence but I sat on that for a bit. And perhaps it's true. "Matter" is certainly in the eye of the beholder and how much does anyone care that so and so had to wait 10 minutes for fries?
2) There's a guy who is always sitting on the bench outside the public library at the same time I get off the train and walk the two blocks to work in the AM. Every time I pass he waves and says "Hey Kiddo! Have a great day! Gonna be a nice one!". Perhaps it's the warmth of 'kiddo' or the kindness in his smile but I'm genuinely excited to see him every morning. I wish I knew a bit more about his story. Maybe one day I'll tell him how his little gesture positively contributes to my morning outlook.
3) I had a tortoise when I was a little girl which, to this day, was the best christmas present I have ever received. I've always been animal-obsessed but never once even thought of owning a tortoise until I sprinted to the tree one Xmas morning to find Santa had showed up. He had given me my very own tortoise. Not my family's pet. Not my sister's pet. MY pet. And I named him Pinkie and loved him like 50 Cent loves celebrating birthdays. Anyway, I really want one again! I can't wait (but at the same time, I really can due to the fact that that will mean we are fully setttttleeddddddd, ugh) until we live somewhere with ample space and I can become the crazy pet lady I've always been on the inside. Lions & Tigers & Tortoises: Oh my!
4) I love holidays on Facebook and seeing everyone's little celebratory posts. E.G. Father's Day. Sometimes social media makes me want to rip my eyes out and throw myself over a waterfall [see also: election season] but dang it if I'm not a sucker for an endearing post about love.
5) I'm convinced Clay Matthews has time-traveled here and is actually a viking. A beautiful, Nordic, ethereal viking. Hamada-hamada-hamada.
In other news, after 5 months (okay, like two weeks) away for work- my husband is back. And that makes a gal really happy. I just hope he doesn't read number 5. And if he does, I'm sure I can see his point and raise him one pretty girl in our building who always jogs by when we're walking and he catatonically stops listening to me until she turns the corner. Uh-huh, I notice things.