Little Things Make Me Happy

I'm easily amused, which comes in handy for long car trips and dealing with persnickety people. But sometimes I find the most amazing, surprising things that completely jazz me. Like random blogs that feature cool people.

A friend recommended Awesome People Hanging Out Together. This site features the likes of Freddy Mercury and Boy George kicking it 80s style and the meeting of true geniuses like Henry Ford, Thomas Edison, Warren G. Harding, and Harvey Firestone. 

Or, Epbot from Jen the blogger who brought us Cake Wrecks. She makes geeks chic and I totally heart that. Plus, it’s good to know that an average gal can make this whole crazy blogging thing work.

My other favorites are unintentionally funny billboards/signs, made-up inner monologues for strangers, and just about any song my lil man concocts.

It’s this quality that’s kept me sane through some pretty hairy situations in both my personal and professional lives. It’s also the reason I think people classify me as perky and assume I was a cheerleader. (BTW: The only cheer I ever made up was during my single digit childhood years for the Buffalo Bills. And “Red and blue make Buffalo, too” is not the most original, especially when you’re singing it for Browns fans.)

But I think perky lacks definition for the intricacies of my humor and unique state of mind. I prefer to delve much deeper and note the black humor that ekes out randomly, or my ever-present sarcasm, or even my rapier wit and modesty.

I love quirks and how they define a person. I’m seeing them form first-hand being a mom, but I discovered them long ago in my people watching. I can’t wait to see how recent generations will add their own twists to my amusements. I will also do my part to create a world that jazzes others.