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To just be happy.

“I go to the ocean to calm down, to reconnect with the creator, to just be happy.”

–Nnedi Okorafor

In a world such as this, it’s so easy to worry, to fear, to fret.  To slip into a funk and hide there (and if there are good snacks, maybe stay there for a day or two).  So when we have a chance (no matter how fleeting) to just be happy, I believe it’s imperative to take it.  

Bring a friend (and sunscreen) with you. 

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Pretending I am a Polar Seltzer limited edition expert (mostly I just drink a lot of seltzer and imagine I know about flavoring)
  • Can I kick my iPhone addiction? Great article on creativity and boredom from qz.com
  • Attempting to convince Nicky that his name is not, in fact, Grace

Where do you go to just be happy?

Today: OMG! Baby hippos!

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] Few things make me happier than approximately 992,ooo photos of baby hippos available via Google Images or as I like to call it, OMG!  10 million pages of baby hippos! dot com. In 2009, I saw a real, live baby pygmy hippopotamus at the Portland Zoo.  It’s a good thing the zoo has human-sized defibrillators on hand.  I basically died of happiness and came back to life, just so I could tell you about how cute that little nugget was.


According to scientists one British psychologist, Monday, January 17th was the most depressing day of the year.  I am not sure if that’s true, but I do feel rather grouchy this time of year.  Probably because some turd stole my boots.  Plus, it’s snowing again.  The psychologist, Dr. Arnall, surmised that many people are fretting about holiday debt and broken New Year’s Resolutions (helloooo, that’s why I don’t make them).  Maybe the nerd is on to something.  The good news is that it can only get better from here.  Until June 17th (the alleged happiest day of the year, according to Arnall), then it’s all downhill again.

Whatever.  Let’s look at little hippos and get happy, shall we?

This swimming baby hippo's mom is a total butt head. Get it?

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He's snack-sized! Like a Little Debbie in hippo-form!

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Yo, break me off a piece of that grass. I just hatched and I'm very hungry!

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Ahhhh! Baby hippos were cute even in the olden days!

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This little dude could use a little Crest Whitestrips action.

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Given the opportunity, I would steal this little buddy. And name her Polly Pocket Hippo.

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Hey, wait for me, shiny bums!

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And last, but not least… one final dose of hippo happiness.

You better work!

I like that baby hippos look like they’re made out of Crayola Model Magic.  And that they bear a slight resemblance to my dog.  I think it’s the ears.  Did you know that more people are killed by hippopotamuses than sharks each year?  It’s true.  I bet none of the murderous hippos are babies, though.  They’re just too cute to do anything naughty.  And I am pretty sure they were invented for the sole purpose of making people like us happy.  Well, that, and to turn into adult hippos eventually.

I don’t know about you, but I feel better already.

Also On Tap for Today:

What’s your favorite thing to (new verb alert!) Google-image-search?

Today: The Godblessmobile.

Happiness on wheels!  I haven’t seen this little car since we moved (hence the snow on the ground in this photo, safely snapped at a red light), but once I tried to follow the Godblessmobile.  It’s a speedy little thing and it got away from me.  It had places to go and people to bless.

Also On Tap for Today:

What makes you happy in your neighborhood?