Another Vintage Crush

When I was a kid, I loved to listen to Danny Kaye's Brothers Grimm album. I had a crush on his voice before I ever realized what he looked like! This video is circulating on Facebook and while I was watching, everyone who walked by my office started to dance. See if you can sit still -- I bet not!

Delicioso!

I bet you didn't know I am a sucker for a good musical. And a good musical with great dancers? Heaven! I had time over the holidays to catch up on some favorites on TMC, and then today, this came across my desk.

Literal Happiness on Tap

That's the ticket! Good job, Coke!

Make Something Happy

The son and I are teaching ourselves to crochet. I spent years wishing someone would teach me how to knit before I taught myself from a book (duh!). Challenging, but satisfying. And then I found that Youtube is full of tutorials for anything you would want to learn how to do. Yippee!

I like this one for both the product and presentation.



But wait, there's more!

How to jump-start your car!
How to dance the cha-cha!
How to tie a tie!
How to Moonwalk!
How to do the world's best banana trick!

What do you want to do?

Make Someone Happy

Do you remember when s n a i l m a i l was all we had? I haunted the mailbox in search of news from camp friends, grandparents, or magazines. Getting mail was tangible proof that someone, somewhere, had been thinking of you.

And then there were packages! What a treat!

Here is a fantastic little video about the joy of unexpected mail. (I'd embed the video but vimeo informs me that's not possible).

As a grown-up, I've developed some sort of postal phobia. I still like making packages and writing letters, but I can't seem to finish the task: wrap up the package, drag myself to the post office, and drop it in the slot or bin. This is silly on so many levels, mostly because once I finally do it, I thrill with anticipation of the receiver getting it. Sending a package is just as good as getting one!

So here is a beezer challenge: make someone happy. Send a package! If funds are short, send a letter! Make it yourself or handpick the contents. Let someone know you were thinking of them. And in case you, too, have postal phobia, here's a deadline: send it by Monday, Sept 28. (This will go down on your permanent record.)

I Got A Feelin'

Watching a bunch of people get happy together makes me...happy!



Get off that sofa!

Happy Beezeday, Number Three!

Hope it brings you every Ting-Ting you ever wanted!



But wait, there's more!


Slightly less intelligible:


And an end note:

Bookalicious

This is wicked fun and funny.



If the production values were a little higher, they could go national!

Furry, Happy People

REMember when?

Single Babies

Bathing Suit Season Is Upon Us

Come on, shake your tailfeathers!

It's hump day!

I'd like to give the world a coke

So happy together...

Imagine me and you, and you and me--
We're hopping on a trampoline, it's meant to be!
I hop on you, you hop on me, and then we squee,
so happy together!

Major Big Props

When I was in 9th grade, my parents, who were maybe getting divorced but kind of not really, but then again, maybe they were...sent me to a small (380 kids) Catholic high school. I had exactly two friends. One was a cool, smart, funny girl I had done ballet lessons with for years. She was nothing but friendly to me, but she had other friends, having gone to school with those guys for years. And we didn't have that many classes together. The other friend was another nice girl who was not at all my type and we probably would not have been friends except for the fact that we had both transferred in and didn't have any other friends and our lockers were close to each other. Also? It was ninth grade. Ninth grade is hard, no matter where you are socially. And then there was gym class.

Gym class at this Catholic school was "old school" gym. We had to do a billion jumping jacks and 25 push-ups every day, from the beginning. I was picked last for everything except basketball, because I was tall -- even though I promised the pickers that I was not very good at basketball (they got mad when they saw my "mad skills"). The teacher, of course, was a man with a pornstache who thought he was more appealing to teenage girls than he really was (or had any right to be). He was of the "Humiliate your pupils" school of thought. And he made us do dance routines. After all the popular and middling popular and not really popular kids had grouped up, I was left on a team with the nice girl I didn't have much in common with and two totally awkward guys from her old school*. And the gym teacher made us do our dance routine to FOOTLOOSE. And it was awful, truly awful, but we had to do it FOR A GRADE. There was never a room full of teenagers that was as wretchedly quiet as that gym, when the last note of "Footloose" played from our boombox.

SO! All of this sad, sad saga was merely to explain why this next video makes me almost drunk with happiness.



*PS: I do realize the irony of *me* calling my fellow students awkward...
PPS: By 11th grade, I finally convinced my parents to let me go to a large public school, where I found my tribe. And was good at Lifetime Sports.

So Happy Together

This video might be a little slow to capture your attention but man-o-man it's jam-packed with all kinds of happy. Seriously. Sit down, take a minute, and enjoy.

Suffering from Saturday night fever?

Why not get your svenska groove on?

Not so happy, eh?

This orta do the trick.

Plenty Papaya

Try not to smile!

And don't you dare dance in your ergonomic office chair!