“If It Makes You Happy, It Can’t Be That Bad”

A very wise woman (See Also: Sheryl Crow) once said “If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad.” I like this attitude and I’ve decided to adopt it. Certain people make me happy. Cheese makes me happy. Beer, definitely happy. Bacon – fat kid loves cake happy. I’m gonna take my happiness and embrace it.*

Today — yoga made me happy. That’s right.. I actually dragged my butt out of bed at 6am and squeezed aforementioned butt into spandex and took it to yoga.

How else are you supposed to get out of bed?

How else are you supposed to get out of bed?

I had a new instructor this morning and was a tad wary before entering the building as to what her style would be and if I would like it. Certain instructors are more challenging than others and some are very mellow. I like to find my zen by cursing under my breath as I feel all of my muscles reach exhaustion. Needless to say, I prefer the former. To my surprise the very perky woman who greeted me as I walked in was merely in disguise as she was an instructor of Power Vinyasa which kept me from falling back asleep, as I feared I would do.


I’ll definitely have to go to her class again next week. After yoga I grabbed coffee with a friend and then hurried home to get ready for work. I don’t know what they put in that coffee but I feel like I’ve had enough caffeine to run a small country. Which is good, for now, but it won’t be good after I get off work and crash and then have to go to soccer.

I am Bobby Hill

I am Bobby Hill

After soccer tonight (at 10:30 shoot me).. I’m going to see the new Bond Film.. Spectre.. with the world’s worst selection to sing a Bond Theme.. Sam Smith. I take my Bond Themes very seriously. Mr. Smith apparently does not as he is just wailing and whining over a great backing track that never quite makes it off the starting line. Major disappointment there. I think we can all agree that Adele had the best song and should do them all in the future.

Get your butt back inside here girl and show Sam how it's done.

Get your butt back inside here girl and show Sam how it’s done.

I doubt I’ll wake up early to run tomorrow but I can say I’ll try and you can all laugh at me. With that, I say do what makes you happy. As long as it isn’t crack or meth or anything that could possibly hurt anyone else. That can’t possibly end well and you should be smart about your happiness.

Your song for the day…


*Note: The song Happy does not make me happy.



I totally slacked off and didn’t post on Friday.. but with good reason. I was getting everything together for my favorite holiday.. Halloween!

Because when else can you use this gif?

Because when else can you use this gif?

I had a few friends over last night and celebrated like my 21 year old self. There were drinking games and a bonfire and sooo much food. If anyone was on a diet, they forgot that for the evening. But now I’m suffering for my game time decisions. Long are the days where I can party and jump up in the morning and function normally. Hangover + anxiety = no bueno. I’m currently medicating myself with lots of water, a Netflix marathon and self-prescribed bed couch rest. I would kill for some Blowfish right now. (Seriously that stuff works. Go get some today. Bring me a pack while you’re at it)


I really wanted to go on a long run to clear my head today but it’s raining so the couch is even more welcoming than usual. Hopefully I’ll get back on track tomorrow. It’s always a Monday that you’ll say you’ll start… but this time I plan to stick with it. Especially if my friend Mauri keeps reminding me about the promises I made to myself. I need more people like her in my life. Maybe with pitch forks and cattle prods to run behind me and make sure I keep going. Anyone want the job?

It’s back to Season 2 of the 100 for this girl. If you’ve got a hangover remedy.. share it in the comments.


Busy Busy

This week is a whirlwind of activity. I’m cramming a week’s worth of work into two days because at noon tomorrow I will be heading to North Carolina to watch the USWNT take on Switzerland. Be prepared for me to use an overwhelming amount of USWNT gifs today.

Yes that's Alex Morgan doing Gangnam. Just take it.

Yes that’s Alex Morgan doing Gangnam. Just take it. I’m excited ok?

Last night instead of going to yoga, I decided I would volunteer my kicking services to my friend’s kickball team. I forgot how much fun it was! We met for drinks beforehand because for some reason, our city doesn’t allow alcohol on the their fields. Unlike every other kickball league in the state and the nation, we aren’t allowed to run the bases with a beer in our hand.

I agree. What's a little kickball without beer?

I agree. Who is in charge here? Prudes.

We lost both games but I still had a good time. I woke up sore this morning. Evidently you use different muscles in kickball that you don’t use in soccer because my inner thighs are killing me. I’m assuming its from sprinting on dirt and trying to stop before you run over the base. BRAAAAAAAKES!

I just received an email from my yoga studio with “EXCITING PRICING NEWS.” Want to know what that exciting news is? They’re raising their rates. Now I understand how things work in business and you want to get the most profit, but I also understand customer retention and loyalty is key. I’m pissed. My friend is pissed. This is ridiculous.

I did not ask for this.

I did not ask for this nor am I excited.

Other things I didn’t ask for: my Facebook feed to be full of “first day of school” pictures. No, thank you. I mean, I get it when you send your kid off to kindergarten, but can you just take the time to text your family the picture rather than filling up my news feed. Spoken like a single person.

Please for the love of god stop.

Please for the love of god stop.

Ok — back to cramming one week’s worth of work into two days. Assuming I can contain my excitement for the game tomorrow and focus enough to get things done.