Monday is my “things you can make/do” day, so here’s a philosophical-ish twist on it for this week.
Despite my general life policy of trying to avoid cheesiness, cliches, and the off-putting version of chipper (as opposed to the genuinely happy variety. Trust me, there are different types.) I have decided to embark on the 100 Happy Days Project because all that I can really risk is having a down day. As a caveat, I will point out that I am not going to attempt being happy all ay every day for the 100 days because that is as unlikely as it is unreasonable. Instead, I will try to find at least one happy thing for each day during the project, and hopefully, after it as well.
So, without further ado, today’s happiness-inducing thing:
My foot is doing much better, and simple as that may be, it has made me very happy. Most of us rarely take into account the immense difficulty caused by simple everyday tasks when you’re unable to walk, and I know I certainly take those things for granted far more than I should. Not to get all preach-y or cheesy, but it really is remarkable how oblivious we are to all the advantages we have in life and how remarkable everyday things are until everything is briefly put into perspective.
Happy President’s Day, on that weird note.
It’s Valentine’s Day, and in true Sana fashion, I am listening to De La Soul‘s Me, Myself, And I wearing a hoodie and hanging out on my couch. This is not meant to elicit any pity, this is actually a perfectly content moment for me. I managed to get around without crutches for most of today, so I am in fact perfectly pleased.
I am seriously considering embarking on the 100 Happy Days. It seems like the kind of chipper, cloyingly upbeat thing I would hate, but for once I feel like contrived happiness might actually do me some good.
Contemplating the 100 Happy Days made me consider what it means to be “happy” each and every day. I mean, there’s a difference between finding one happy thing each day and being happy all day, every day. The latter is just unrealistic, and especially so for me. I feel emotions strongly, to say the least, so I could never be perpetually happy, nor do I want to be. I relish excitement and nervousness, and occasional fear, and I grow through sadness and pain. They are part of what makes me and I could never expect to be perfectly happy or content all the time. It simply isn’t in my nature.
If I took on the project, the real point would be to find silver linings every day, and that is something I could really use. I find myself in a rather low place of late, likely caused by the combination of injury, isolation, and seemingly simultaneous change and stasis. Maybe a prescription for happiness is something I could genuine give myself. We’ll see how that pans out. Happy Valentine’s Day.
I put my foot on the ground today, so how’s that for progress? Hold your applause, please.
Needless to say, I am in a far better mood than usual, what with the pseudo-progress and a rerun of Psych after work. (I sound eighty, not twenty-one. Goodness). Well, that’s what kind of day it is– I’m watching old episodes of Psych, brainstorming recipes for “cinnamon pie,” and getting ready to send out my “Love Letters” for DoSomething. A fan of Valentine’s Day I am not, but a decent person I try to be. Why not brighten up someone’s day, after all? Depression and isolation are a serious problem, and especially for people over 65.
So, that’s my spiel for today, take it as you will.
Really, though, cinnamon pie, man. I need to come up with a recipe for that, because if Shawn and Gus can eat that many slices, it must be delicious, and because it sounds like a fun thing to make. I love pie, obviously. People who don’t like pie astound me, quite frankly. Will report back with imagined recipe and photos once I’m genuinely back on my feet.
So, Valentine’s Day is upon us, which I actually semi-forgot because I’m not exactly out-and-about, what with the foot. In fact, the reminder came from none other than my supervisor (not nearly as dubious as it sounds, I promise). Since I am the polar opposite of a Valentine’s enthusiast (sorry), rather than have a cheesy “Valentine Gifts” or similar , pink and red, love-themed post, I am going to give you my favorite distinctly un-Valentine items because I’m a rebel like that.
I’ll admit the last isn’t my style, but I nonetheless have a soft spot for trivial humor.
Forever21 #Single Tank
Dimepiece Ain’t No Wifey Beanie
Beyonce-inspired Flawless Crop Top
Single/Taken/I’m Awesome Tank
So, go forth and display your indifference to the world (although consciously wearing any of these on Valentine’s Day might not scream indifference. But then, you just don’t care, so outside judgment doesn’t matter, right?
Today’s is a food-related but rather recipe-free post (once I get off crutches there will be proper food I promise).
Actually, it’s (nonalcoholic)drink-related, really. If it weren’t already overwhelmingly obvious, I love beverages. I once mde the mistake of referring to my “constant drinking” without remembering the connotations. It was an uncomfortable silence that followed, to say the least. Point being, I am perpetually thirsty. Second point? I don’t drink soda, and haven’t for ages, except for the occasional cheat-ginger-ale(I love ginger ale, so sue me). So, my beverages of choice tend to be some variant of iced tea because, while I’ve been on a water-drinking kick for a month or two, I actually hate water.
(For all those people who claim water has no taste and thus cannot be unappealing: FALSE. Water has a distinct taste(s), albeit a rather dull one, and I am not a fan. I force myself to continually imbibe, but enjoy is a whole other story).
ON TO THE POINT. Even in winter, I love a good iced tea, so let me just momentarily sing the praises of hibiscus, which supposedly has all manner of health benefits, but far more importantly, is both delicious and rather beautiful to behold.
Just ever so slightly fruity and tart, it matches tamarind and green tea in my “favorite drink” category, along with the childhood standby of lemonade. So that is my recommendation for the day. I personally brew a potful at a time, and then chill in a large pitcher to drink when and how I please.
TGIF, ready for the weekend, yada yada. This week’s uneventful Friday has consisted of digesting tweets from Fashion Week and late-night viewings of Sabrina The Teenage Witch, because I am AWESOME, obviously. Injuries, and general ennui, have a way of putting a damper on one’s social life. I have learned that reverse cat eyes are not my thing. At all. Also, yes, I just openly admitted to watching reruns of Sabrina, because if it weren’t already overwhelmingly obvious, I have no real dignity these days.
In fact, I get weirdly reminiscent and nostalgic when I see the kitchen(i.e. the set) of Sabrina’s house pre-college and work days, because watching Sabrina, and then watching the reruns, featured prominently in my childhood. These days, I’m not really sure why I loved it as passionately as I did, but now it’s just a big helping of nostalgia. Oh, and my raging crush on Harvey back in the day didn’t hurt.
Funnily enough, rewatching it now yields so many familiar faces. Today’s sad rerun is Cat Showdown, in which Sabrina enters Salem (her cat, for those with dignity) into a cat show judged by none other than Dann Florek (or, in my mind, Captain Cragen from Law and Order: SVU) wearing a terrible toupee and featuring Carl Banks (the villain from Billboard Dad. Now I really feel old).
This is almost as sad as when I watched a season of Boy Meets World instead of sleeping.
AND OH MY GOD THE MAILMAN IS MARVIN ERIKSEN/PATRICK STAR. Mind Blown.
See you Monday.
So, another day, another post. But it’s not just any day, it’s the first day of New York Fashion Week, and while I’ll be spending it on y couch with my propped up, my enthusiasm is still in full swing. So, I will be spending my time trolling fashion blogs and magazines alike, living vicariously through them, with breaks to watch and rewatch Under The Gunn, because I love Tim Gunn more than words can express. I just want him to be my best friend. Is that so much to ask? Probably, but you know, wishful thinking.
(is it a bad sign that I’m now contemplating how much I want to make a Tim Gunn t-shirt/sweatshirt to just wear around like the wacko I so clearly am?)
Well, then, I shall obsess as my inner fangirl would have. Until tomorrow
It is an exceptionally snowy day this fine Monday, and with snow comes the need for proper, delicious hot cocoa. Yes, I said “need,” because it is borderline necessity(for me).
With that, I present you with my deliciously indulgent(yes, that description makes me cringe) hot cocoa recipe of choice. I’m not talking unsweetened cocoa, delicious as it may be; I’m talking melted chocolate and whipping cream. If I could stand long enough to snap a picture of the backyard, you would appreciate that the weather forgives this kind of flat-out indulgence.
ANYWAY. Behold the recipe.
- Either 10 oz of semisweet chocolate or the “giant” bar of Hershey’s milk chocolate(7-10 oz)
- 3 cups milk
- 1 cup of half-and-half or whipping cream
- 1 cinnamon stick
- pinch chili powder
- pinch espresso powder
You will note I give a fair amount of leeway because, like Burger King or Sinatra (there’s a combination no one has ever made), I want you to have it your way. OR something along those lines, anyway.
- Heat the milk in a saucepan until scalding, then add cinnamon, chili powder, and espresso powder. Stir and let the flavors come together on medium heat for 8 minutes, give or take. Take out the cinnamon stick.
- Chop your chocolate into small chunks, and add to the milk, whisking chocolate in until it’s mixed and the milk starts to be nice and frothy.
- Add half-and-half, or if using whipping cream, whip until it forms peaks, and fold into the your cocoa. Reserve some of the whipped cream to spoon onto the top of your finished drink.
- Watch the snow fall from the comfort of your kitchen with your amazing and joy-inducing cocoa.