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Listicle of small things that make me extremely happy

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Valentin Bogdanov - Man in Landscape 1957

 

  • Getting a thank-you note in the mail
  • New running shoes that are so comfortable
  • The hand massage in the middle of a manicure
  • Having someone favorite a funny tweet I wrote
  • Being done with one of my four classes this semester
  • Cracking open a new book and knowing right away that it’s going to be amazing
  • Hearing “great job” at work
  • Skyping with my mom on her new iPad
  • Getting inspiration for a new chapter for my book
  • Running three miles
  • The feel of autumn
  • Late brunch with friends
  • Watching Mr. B eat a meal I cooked for him
  • Clean sheets
  • Fruit salad
  • SeaSnax
  • Fresh highlighters
  • Finding the right painting that goes with the tone of a blog post
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La dolce Vika

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My parents have been doing some spring cleaning lately. And by spring cleaning, I mean my mom called me and said, “We have five boxes of your crap in the attic. Can we throw it out?”  My crap being everything I’ve ever generated artistically or scholastically since first grade.

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What we think about in the modern age

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  1.  Crafting Facebook statuses that are poignant and funny
  2.  Work. Maybe getting one of those standing desks at work because sitting is slowly killing us and the NYT says so.
  3. Our spouse and why they are not Gerard Pique
  4. Taxes. Collecting tax receipts. Making tax-deductible contributions. W2s. Educational credits.
  5. Our MBAs and how much money we are paying to sit in class THIS MINUTE and think about crafting Facebook statuses
  6. Whether we should go to that restaurant even though it only has 3.5 stars on Yelp, but it has 140 reviews, so the stats add up
  7. That guy that made the thing on Google that shows you ads based on your email content must be sitting on a shitload of cash right THIS MINUTE
  8. Crafting the perfect retweetable tweet.
  9. Existential panic and hypochondria.
  10. The really important things.
  11. Not drinking organic milk. Is it slowly killing us ?
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Can anyone recommend a house cleaner who will not murder us?

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I am looking for someone to give our house a good spring cleaning.  Here’s a before shot:

Don’t get me wrong, Mr. B and I spend around hours every week cleaning our house.  But as soon as it’s clean on Sundays, it magically starts to become dirty again, and thus the cycle restarts.  We also haven’t deep-cleaned for months, meaning there are some corners where it’s possible the fifth dimension exists amongs the lush vegetation and spider webs. Our domovoi is probably angry.

When you add the fact that right now my MBA and the ebook have top after-work priority, and for Mr. B is working on two online classes, you get something extremely terrifying.

So, Mr. B and I are trying to hire someone to take care of it in a deep spring cleaning.  The problem is that we are afraid of Russian cleaning ladies and even more afraid to hire an American one that we don’t know.

This is how our conversation about it went the other day.

Me: Maybe we should hire someone Russian?  Don’t you know some family members that have cleaning ladies?
Mr. B: *pointed look* Yes, but do you really want that?
Me: What do you mean?
Mr. B: Cause they’re going to come by and sooner or later it’ll get back to us. “Oh, Vicki and Mr. B?  THAT Vicki and Mr. B? Yeah, my aunt’s sister’s cousin’s brother’s niece cleaned their house last week, and let me tell you all about it.
Me: Good point.
Mr. B:  Do you really want some Russian women you don’t know telling the Russian women you do know what’s inside of your house and what a disgrace it is?
Me: Hm.
Mr. B: *mimics older Russian woman in Russian* Oh, Zoyachka. Those young people, the way they live-I disapprove of everything. And let me tell you all about it.

So, we are still looking for a house cleaner. Preferably one that won’t murder us, or gossip about us. Although at this point, I don’t know which is worse.