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Day 96 vs 113- Happiness is … a magic carpet ride with friends


In order to combat the staggering out-of-dateness of my blog, I shall be writing two happiness tasks per blog. My present day task along side the next task I should be writing about. Eventually I’ll be up-to-date ūüôā


Be Vicarious Day 96 –¬†‚ÄúVicarious happiness is only slightly less impossible than vicarious breathing.” ~ me

What in life can truly be experienced vicariously? Probably nothing. However, if I had to choose, perhaps it would heartbreak & death. Traveling the world I’d rather do myself. Until I get around to it though, I will greedily fill my happiness bucket with hand me down travel tales.

I once had the totally sane idea to sell everything and backpack around the world, writing about our adventures and selling the articles to travel magazines, homeschooling the kids along the way, maybe finding a nice place to hide out for a few years. As that was at the beginning of the end of my marriage, I’m sure there is¬†pseudo¬†psychology galore to delve into there, but it turns out I’m not the only one with crazy travel ambitions.

A woman I know personally and would describe as having a fabulous, yet perfectly sane family, did recently backpack around Europe. They blogged their travels. They home schooled the kids. They lived my dream. And even more recently, I un-enviously sipped and savoured my way through her stories, broadened my view of the world through her eyes, and felt somehow more sophisticated just for knowing her.

And then we talked about relationships and work and the weather. We gossiped, we shared, we hugged, we commiserated and congratulated, we laughed and enjoyed, and we could have been any two women anywhere in the world.

What in life should never be attempted vicariously? Probably everything. Definitely not friendship. That’s one experience I’d travel the world for.

carbon footprint reality. And yet...

the sun is always shining above the clouds

Flying Day 113 –

“Happiness is a myth we seek,
If manifested surely irks;
Like river speeding to the plain,
On its arrival slows and murks.
For man is happy only in
His aspiration to the heights;
When he attains his goal, he cools
And longs for other distant flights.” ~
Kahlil Gibran
Cars must seem magical to babies. Climb in a machine at place A, fall asleep and when you climb out…tada… new place. Like peek-a-boo. Cover your face and baby is truly in awe of your disappearance. Remove the hands and… tada… magic. Planes are the grown up version of peek-a-boo for me. The new place you arrive at when you climb out of the magic metal machine was always in existence, but somehow it’s like it has just revealed itself from behind hands of invisibility, a perfect world with living people, water flowing in creeks, trees and wind and rain.
I woke up in my bed in my room in my rented house with snow for a view and four hours later I am stepping out into a green world where I truly wonder if my bed still exists. Later on I will climb into a bed far from my room and my rented house and my life. Planes are an escape hatch for life.
The list of things I love about airports:
  • the panic of overweight baggage
  • the adrenaline¬†rush of patting yourself down for tickets and documentation every 5 minutes
  • the vicarious emotion from witnessing long hug holds between those about to step onto the Hogwarts platform and those being left behind
  • the insanity of chugging a bottle of water just to pass the¬†security¬†check point and then refill it from a fountain 5 feet away…
  • the realization that I have not paid for parking and need to exit the secured area in order to do so and then re-chug¬†the water to pass through security again…
  • the prayer that the plane has a working bathroom because the secured waiting area in small airports does not
  • the sound of¬†suppressed¬†excitement between strangers pretending to preoccupy their time with books and music, seating themselves as far from each other as possible, glancing¬†furtively¬†to determine who they are about to be shoulder rubbing on the plane and wondering if they should have taken more Cold FX and if that baby is going to cry during the whole flight
  • the way the air changes between the airport and the plane

And then I am on the plane. My hands tremble with the thrill of unwrapping the hard candy that I will pop into my mouth only once the plane starts moving. My hands are still tingling as I unwrap the second candy just minutes later. This time I wait. I wait for the feeling of being gently melded to my seat, the ear pulsing push of the magical machine hurtling down the runway. I pop the candy, touch my fingers to my neck for the security of my St. Christopher, close my eyes, and as I feel the lift, that imperceptible shift of gravity Рof reality РI inhale. For a moment it feels as though my expanding lungs are lifting my body and I am flying. For a moment, there is magic.


So…it has come to this !

Friends who meet you at the airport in fancy cars with a hot travel mugs of tea are out of this world. Wonder if I’d get that same treatment from¬†couchsurfing¬†…

Rating:  Vicarious Day (9 out of 10)

  • Itchy feet ‚Äď 4 out of 5 (getting together with old friends is always exciting)
  • Twitch ‚Äď I’d be ok with experiencing twitches vicariously
  • Happy hour ‚Äď ¬†5 out of 5 (getting together with friends that know the right things to say is better than exciting)

Rating:  Flying Day (9 out of 10)

  • Itchy feet ‚Äď 4 out of 5 (ok positively trembling with glee, but one point docked for a 4 am start)
  • Twitch ‚Äď even at 30, 000 feet
  • Happy hour ‚Äď ¬†5 out of 5 (when the plane lands successfully, it can’t be anything but a 5 out of 5)

What the heck does all that mean, you ask? Read Itchy Feet Explained.

Tomorrow: Dance and Dance in the Rain.  Use the calendar to view my happiness tasks for each day along with a brief description of the task and why I chose it.


Day 77 – Happiness is … giving babies away



‚ÄúA happy family is but an earlier heaven.‚ÄĚ
– John Bowring

“This is the day we give babies away¬†with a half a pound of tea. If you know any ladies who might like some babies, just send them round to me.

This lullaby saved me. It was the ¬†Dirty Little Secrets of Otherwise Perfect Mums¬†of the late 1800’s. (Ok, so there is the notion that this was sung by sailors to single ladies but I prefer the mum to baby theory.)

Parenting is¬†complete chaos and imperfection, lost tempers and guilty cheats, and loving my kids even when I’d love to give them away. The words to this lullaby taught me that not only was I not alone in the overwhelming cocktail of frustration, exhaustion, and love of being a new mother, but that even a hundred years ago and half way across the world, women living completely different lives felt the same way as me. Motherhood is a universal language.

“I tell my kids I have to go potty but in reality I lock myself in the bathroom so I can sit on the edge of the tub and read a magazine article.” – Anonymous

“My husband has no idea how much television our kids really watch.” – Anonymous

And I thought two kids was a lot of work

Realistic goals are the first step to success so¬†I ‘planned’ a good parenting day that started off with a leisurely breakfast of fruit, pancakes, smiles and jokes after our ten minute wake up meditation session… off to school and work followed by afternoon adventures in the sunshine, a group effort to create an evening meal and then snuggle up couch time to watch an episode of a show… all of this rounded out with a story and a warm mug of milk and hugs.

The day dawned and my son had earned himself no tv or video games by neglecting his chores the day before and I had forgotten about an appointment that would cut into afternoon adventure and the fact that I had to pack for a weekend away which started at 5 am the next day. As the perfect day for good parenting was blown, I decided to change my happiness task.

We had a rushed morning. My son left the house in a huff because I was sticking to my no tv consequence. By the time I got home I had to throw a insto-supper together, pack, make sure the kids were organized for getting themselves to school without me and do laundry. My daughter and I watched tv and my son kept coming into the living room to ask questions about the chore he was supposed to be doing while I pretended not to notice that he was actually watching the show.

His chores got done but I had hours of stuff to do before bed so when I was asked to read a story (it’s a habit we have never got out of since we started it a hundred years ago), I had every right to say, “tonight we will skip it”. And I did. ¬†Today wasn’t officially ‘good parenting’ day anyway.

Then I remembered…¬†a good parent lives with complete chaos and imperfection, lost tempers and guilty cheats, and loves her kids even when she’d love to give them away. I decided I was going to be tired the next day regardless. I decided I wanted to read the story as well. I decided there are days I really don’t have time to read a story. I decided today was not one of them.

I got my daughter out of bed and we snuck into my son’s room to snuggle up for story time. The story sparked a conversation which led to fits of giggles¬†and a perfect¬†mental picture¬†moment.

A few hours later I curled up in bed with a nice cup of tea.

PS Update: If you’d like to know how to incorporate story time into creative fitness for and your child, check out Imaginaction


So…it has come to this !

“I used to skip over parts of the bedtime story when the kids were younger to speed it up.” – me

Rating:  Good parenting day (8 out of 10)

  • Itchy feet ‚Äď 3 out of 5 (I knew it couldn’t be what I had planned)
  • Twitch ‚Äď my kids have verified its existence
  • Happy hour ‚Äď 5 out of 5 (self-explanatory)

What the heck does all that mean, you ask? Read Itchy Feet Explained.

Tomorrow: Take a poll.  Use the calendar to view my happiness tasks for each day along with a brief description of the task and why I chose it.


Day 45-Happiness is … weak or strong, hot or cold, alone or shared, but always sipped and savoured


” The mere chink of cups and saucers tunes the mind to happy repose.” ¬†~George Gissing

Always find the place that serves tea in a proper cup and offers a teapot rather than a bag plunked into a paper cup.

” A Proper Tea is much nicer than a Very Nearly Tea, which is one you forget about afterwards.” ¬†~ A.A. Milne

“Life is like making tea! Boil your ego, evaporate your worries, dilute your sorrows, filter your mistakes & ¬†get a taste of happiness‚Ķ” ~ unknown

“Coffee is not my cup of tea.” ¬†~Author Unknown

“Tea is a cup of life.” ¬†~Author Unknown

“We haven’t had any tea for a week…
The bottom is out of the Universe.
~ Rudyard Kipling

tea art

“If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of understanding truth and beauty.” ¬†~Japanese Proverb

“Tea is liquid wisdom”.¬† ~Anonymous

“Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves – slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future.” ¬†~Thich Nat Hahn

“The first sip of tea is the always the best… you cringe as it burns the back of your throat, knowing you just had the hottest carpe-diem portion.” ¬†~Terri Guillemets

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.” ¬†~C.S. Lewis

I made the perfect cup of tea once. It was so amazing I had to call people to let them know. I’ve been chasing that cup of tea ever since. Some have come close, but if I never find it again, I consider myself lucky that I found it all.

The strangest thing about tea is that no-one knows how you like your tea better than you do, yet a cup of tea prepared for you by someone else always tastes the best.


So…it has come to this !

Never trust a man who, when left alone in a room with a tea cozy, doesn’t try it on.¬† ~Billy Connolly

The tea cozy is obvious but don’t ask about the flipper…that’s just weird

Rating: Tea day (9 out of 10)

  • Itchy feet ‚Äď 5 out of 5 (out of bed before anyone else and walked to a new coffee shop to sit and write with a cup of tea)
  • Twitch ‚Äď it doesn’t matter if I have my tea
  • Happy hour ‚Äď 4 out of 5 (visited tea shops, found tea art, just didn’t have enough time to dedicate to tea that day)

What the heck does all that mean, you ask? Read Itchy Feet Explained.

Tomorrow: Mental photography.  Use the calendar to view my happiness tasks for each day along with a brief description of the task and why I chose it.

Day 32-Happiness is … a swift kick to the bag


“Everyday happiness means getting up in the morning, and you can’t wait to finish your breakfast. You can’t wait to do your exercises.”¬†George Burns ¬† ¬†(reminds me of itchy feet!)

A healthy body image is almost as important as breakfast

I love breakfast. I dream of breakfast. Sometimes I wake up in the night and check the time to see how long I have to wait until breakfast. Sometimes I don’t wait. Breakfast makes me happy.
Food in general is high on my list of things that make me smile. Now, here is the chicken and egg of it… do I exercise because I love food so much or do I love food because I exercise so much? Oh, the ponderablility of it all.
Being the naturally uncoordinated individual I am, I veer away from new things. None-the-less, I felt it was time to mix up my exercise routine and try something new. Something with a low risk of getting hurt by my own clumsiness… kickboxing it is.
This was a women’s only group class where we partnered up to alternate between holding the punching bag still and beating up the punching bag with elbows, feet, hands and knees. My nose may have given the bag a good ‘what for’ once when I humpty dumptied my jab, hook, knee, front twirl roundhouse kick sequence, but otherwise I scrambled through.
You can tell a good exercise class by how badly you want to have a sit down with a cup of tea afterwards. My class partner, (who was a fabulous motivator), didn’t have to twist hard to tempt me to the coffee shop.
Smiling on a Monday morning… I’m not sure what to make of this, but I’m excited about what I will have for breakfast before my next class.

So…it has come to this !

¬†If a punching bag ever attacks me in a dark alley…

Rating: Exercise differently day (9 out of 10)

  • Itchy feet ‚Äď 4 out of 5 (doing something new just for me… oxygen mask 101…a little nervous though)
  • Twitch ‚Äď beating away
  • Happy hour ‚Äď 5 out of 5 (new friend, new exercise ideas, and tea)
  • PS – Why can I not get spaces to show up between paragraphs in this blog??? Not happy about it

What the heck does all that mean, you ask? Read Itchy Feet Explained.

Tomorrow: Write a letter.  Use the calendar to view my happiness tasks for each day along with a brief description of the task and why I chose it.

Day 20-Happiness is … like a tea tray in the sky


¬†¬†‚ÄúSanity and happiness are an impossible combination‚ÄĚ – Mark Twain

Mad Hatter tea party table

My watch is two days slow and I’ve been busy trying to figure out why a raven is like a writing desk. Naturally it follows then that I was 3 days behind on my blogging just yesterday.

Don’t believe me? You’re not¬†trying hard enough. Why, sometimes, I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. Practice it now.

Today was my unbirthday. Chances are it was yours, too! Isn’t it nice we have that in common? I’m quite certain I couldn’t imagine a nicer thought than to share an unbirthday with so many people.

The unbirthday party started at 6pm. That’s significant…or perhaps it’s unimportant. Never mind – have some wine.

Honoured guests wore stripes, their best party hats (or tea cozy) and, of course, indoor croquet shoes.

Adding to the nonsense was the footman’s announcement, “Be it known that by order of her majesty the Queen, the words ‘I’ and ‘me’ are banned and anyone caught uttering them must ‘MOVE DOWN” ¬†if they wish to appease the Queen and keep their head.”

Poems were recited, songs were sung, personal remarks were made, and games were played. One couldn’t help but enjoy oneself even if it was the stupidest tea party I’ve ever been to in my life.

My favourite indoor croquet shoes


So…it has come to this !

If you’re not¬†happy in your current world, create a new one.

“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?‚ÄĚ

Rating: Unbirthday (9 out of 10)

  • Itchy feet ‚Äď 4 out of 5 (Lot of work to prepare and not a lot of time to do it in)
  • Twitch ‚Äď aye
  • Happy hour ‚Äď 5 out of 5 (I even got unbirthday presents! Including one of my favourite grammar books, Eats Shoots and Leaves. Is that a commentary on my blogs?…)

What the heck does all that mean, you ask? Read Itchy Feet Explained.

Tomorrow: Fantasize. Use the calendar to view my happiness tasks for each day along with a brief description of the task and why I chose it.

Day 7-Happiness is … breathing & farting


“One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats.” ‚ÄĒIris Murdoch

Another being aware day…finding something to love about life every hour. Like discovering tulips growing where you didn’t know bulbs had been planted…

6am ‚Äď stayed in bed an extra 10 minutes and checked emails (Note to self: need to put fresh sheets on the bed)

7am ‚Äď Tea‚Ķ but it tasted awful this morning and I forgot to make my new favourite tea last night that I drink cold in the morning. Also, I got annoyed at a child (yes one of mine). I took some deep breaths (wait ‚Ķ supposed to be things to love about life right? Ummmmm I love breathing)

8am ‚Äď We‚Äôre out of hay for the horses (now I‚Äôm annoyed at the other child for telling me this 5 minutes before we need to leave the house like I‚Äôm a genie with a magic wand). The extra 10 minutes in bed has made things rushed and the horses are hungry.

Whoops doing it wrong again‚Ķ.ok things to love about life…well weird as it may seem and as unexpected as it is for me, I love checking facebook first thing in the morning on my phone and reading the motivational and funny posts by some of my friends.

¬†9 am ‚Äď Instant messaging with my sister who lives on other side of the world. She always makes me feel as beautiful as I think she is.

10 am ‚Äď Participants of my fitness class made me LOL

11 am ‚Äď Singing at the top of my lungs in my car (even when stopped at the traffic light and people staring at me from the next car. Cars are soundproof right?)

noon ‚Äď A participant told me she loves my classes.¬† I got unexpected time off which as great cause I feel like I‚Äôm getting a cold‚Ķno no no thinking positive

1 pm ‚Äď Briefly attending a history making pride rally and having a long overdue lunch with my fabulous cousin

 2 pmРTouring a new building (love the modern look and the study areas…I’d love to be a student)

3 pmРChai tea…ahhhhh I think I am getting sick

4 pm– Arriving home to fresh popcorn and hot tea made by a kidlet who annoyed me this morning and tagged with a note that said, ‚ÄúI love you mum‚ÄĚ

5 pm ‚Äď Broke wind & nobody was offended (another seldom spoken off perk to sinlgedom – I think I should do a whole post on this…)

6 pm ‚Äď Got 3 cheques to put in the bank‚Ķwahooooooo we‚Äôre going eat this month

7 pm– Laughing inwardly as I wonder what the participants of my class would do if I fainted which I felt like doing ‚Äėcause I really think I‚Äôm getting sick‚Ķ.

¬†8 pm ‚Äď Drugs‚Ķyes drugs (for the kidlets out there I do mean cold and flu stuff)

9 pmРFleece sheets… clean, comfy, cozy fleece sheet that I will wildly kick off when the next hot flash sets in. I’m am not sick…


So…it has come to this !

As long as I’m breathing, there is at least one good thing happening at any given moment.

Farting is fun.

Rating: Find something to love about life every hour of the day (6 out of 10)

  • Itchy feet ‚Äď 3 out of 5
  • Twitch ‚Äď still there
  • Happy hour ‚Äď 3 out of 5 (the medicine is foggy my brain…)

What the heck does all that mean, you ask?¬†Click here¬†to get to the ‚ÄėHappiness Is‚Ķ?‚Äô page. You‚Äôll find out why I‚Äôm doing this and if you scroll towards bottom of the page you can read about the rating system.

Tomorrow: Collect jokes. Use the calendar to view my happiness tasks for each day along with a brief description of the task and why I chose it.