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Things that made me happy yesterday (on a day involving cars breaking down, tow trucks, arriving at work 2 hours late then needing my boss to come to my rescue after locking my keys in my cupboard, with everything I need inside it. Then, wondering if my contract will ever be renewed when I found a spare key):

Going to a Ball. Even if I did change my hairstyle 3 times before I left, resulting in bobby pins cascading out of my hair every time I danced.

Spending an unreasonable amount of time getting ready for the Ball, while my brother questioned the validity of my music taste. (Hey, who says the ‘Mamma Mia’ soundtrack isn’t top quality listening?)

A man at the Ball wearing the fruits of his own dedication. I’m not sure what urges someone to create an enormous cardboard hat in the shape of a Swiss Army Knife (complete with large silver card knives sticking out of it at various angles), but I totally dig the amount of Saturday nights in that were spent to create it.

A hip-hop-boot-scootin’ demonstration at said Ball. I kid you not. It was fabulous and wildly entertaining. A high point was definitely the diamonte` name plate belt buckles these girls were wearing and their ability to perform scissor kicks while flicking their glittery elastic braces. Then they taught us all how to do a dance as well. Amazing. Even if my best friend did accidently crush my toes with her stiletto.

Dancing with large amounts of random boys and the best friends in the world to Micheal Jackson songs. Loving that fact that the whole dance floor yelled ‘Mazel tov!’ in perfect unison while grooving to the Black Eyed Peas. Also, if you know me well enough, you will be aware that a Grease mega mix can pretty much complete my life.

So now I am fully charged for an awesome weekend (albeit with a bit of a sore toe…).

What made you happy today?

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I love many many many things in life. And I have read many lists on blogs that remind me of the things I love in life. And I definitely stole this idea from Brandy. So here’s my love list…

I love eating the first mango of the season over the kitchen sink, while it’s sticky juice runs down to my elbows. I love sprinting down my driveway on a cold crisp night, knowing my pajamas await me when I get inside. I love eating Mint Slices, straight from the fridge. I love the way my friends answer the phone using references to our in jokes.

I love fresh sheets (although I hate washing them). I love the shine of freshly painted nails. I love taking walks around my neighbourhood and imagining the conversations occurring inside the houses I pass (is that stalking??) I love seeing everybody dressed up on the train ride to the Melbourne Cup.

I love the velvety softness of a dog’s ears. The new-found tradition of Thursday night dumplings. Shopping. Welcoming still, warm, Summer nights while playing Taboo with my best friends. I love jumping off the pier at Sorrento and the exhilaration I feel knowing that it is a simple joy I can appreciate for the rest of my days.

I love family traditions and the ten minutes before a thunder storm. Waking up on a humid morning, knowing it’s only going to get hotter.I love the scent of sunscreen and Aerogard, the sound that pebbles make after it’s rained and the smell of mowed lawns.

I love going for walks, plane rides during take off, the view of the city from my bedroom window. Especially at night.

I love watching DVDs that I have watched so many times I know the script by heart. I love thinking about the future and reading my high school diaries. The sound bellbirds make.

Christmas lights. The Myer Christmas windows. The crappy old silver star decorations that are strung over tram lines every December. Carols sung by Bing Crosby. New slippers. I love my cousins and the way that everyone knows the words to old Irish songs, yet we can’t remember ever learning them.

I love cards with quotes on them. Roald Dahl books. The way my hair feels light after it’s been cut. Facebook chat. Seeing an envelope on my phone’s screen when I wake up in the morning. Guys in suits. The milliseconds of tension before I kiss someone. Electric blankets. Photos. ‘Sex & the City’ references during conversations. The childhood scents of worn leather, petrol and hay.

I love my friends. The late night cocktails, toasted sandwiches and afternoons sunbaking we share and the way we laugh until we hurt every time we are together. And I love the secure knowledge that tomorrow will bring more of the same…

Ooh and thank you so much for the shout out Kristina! I promise I will follow it up in my next post.

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