The Secret Society of Happy People

It's not so secret. But it's gushy as all get-out.

I stumbled upon a web site a while back. It caught my eye, for the most part, because I'm generally anti-happy. Not that I don't want to be happy, but something doesn't fire right in my brain—whatever it is that makes some people optimistic and positive and all "I'd like to teach the world to sing," I don't have it.

At any rate, I had to smile when I read some of the information featured on the site. Please go take a look. The group's logo made me laugh out loud.

March has some special designations. They include:

• National Optimism Month
• National Write-a-Letter-of-Appreciation Month
• Beginning of Spring, March 20
• Act Happy Day, March 21

(According to my sources, it’s also noted for National Procrastination Week, National Massage Safety Week, National Collision Awareness Month, National Frozen Food Month, National Talk With Your Teen About Sex Month, National Cheerleading Week, Returned the Borrowed Books Month, Hug a G.I. Day, National Common Courtesy Day, World Day for Water, Learn What Your Name Means Day, National Egg Salad Week, and—my personal favorite—Vulvar Health Awareness Month…just so you know.)

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Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

Gary Oldman...meet Uncle Knit-Knots from Imagination Movers.

Hair

This has become the age-old question...Why do men hate short hair on women? I've been thinking about this a lot because my current style, an angled bob, requires a bunch of fussing every morning to get it to do anything. My favorite haircut of all time, as far as ease of care, was my pixie cut. I loved that I could wash it, gel it, and be done. No blow drying or flattening or curling. Just gel and go. Very sporty. I thought it looked cute. My husband has another opinion. The longer the better is his motto. Thing is, my hair becomes an unruly, tangled, nappy mop when it gets long. If I had all the time in the world and Jennifer Aniston's budget, I'd be more than happy to grow it long and have others style it every day. In real life, I guess I'd rather go for comfort and convenience. And if you ask me, I think the pixie is dang cute. I suspect heterosexual men aren't hot on short hair, in general, because it's too much like their own hair. No matter how much jewel

Ho, Ho, Ho, How Many Times Can I Use "I'm too busy" as an Excuse?

I haven't had time to write. Work, swim meet volunteering, holiday decorating and shopping. But truthfully, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything anyway. Last night we put up the tree and Santa chachkies, and I drank my first egg nog of the season, so perhaps I'll be in a cheerier mood. Also, I have spent some time writing the annual Schoon holiday newsletter. If you happen to get a copy, treat it like a drinking game. Every time I make you roll your eyes, take a drink. Nog, wassail, Everclear. Whatever gets you through. One sure way to assist with merriment motivation is listening to Christmas carols. I'm not going to get into a debate over what truly constitutes a carol. You can "Jesus is the reason for the season" yourself until you turn blue; I generally lean toward the secular end of the holiday tune spectrum. And if you just gasped at my use of holiday instead of Christmas, go suck on a candy cane. It's my blog and my opinions. Deal.

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