Lift those heavy eyelids.

NyQuil is a miracle drug. Seriously. Last night I fell asleep at ten and woke up at eight. And, get this, I didn't wake up at all during those ten blissful hours. That has never happened to me before.

This is why I've decided to give NyQuil all of my love.

Eveything's gonna get lighter, even if it never gets better.

Today was, quite simply, awesome. And, I mean, it's not even six yet. Let's discuss the reasons:

1) I got my Barnes and Noble package today. That alone guarantees an excellent day.

2) I ate pretty much half a loaf of jalapeno cheddar bread. With cream cheese. It was delicious. I do not regret it in the slightest.

3) A Down East miracle. Just for me. There's this shirt I really love at Down East. Except for the part where it is this awful yellow-green-puke color. That I cannot abide. So today while I am hard at work organizing clearance I come upon the shirt in a soft dusky grey. Just one. In my size. Apparently it very randomly arrived in our shipment yesterday. So of course I bought it. (Along with a new super cute purse. Which I actually needed because my old one was falling apart.)

4) I got a postcard and a letter in the mail today. And both were a complete surprise.

5) I didn't shower today and yet my hair still looks fairly decent.

6) This is my 100th blog posting.

So in order to reward you, my loyal readers (all three of you), and to spread the love, happiness, and good days around I have decided to have a give-away. All you have to do is comment. Tell me something that made you happy today. A week from today I will have a drawing containing the names of everyone who commented. The winner will receive a small surprise package from me.

I love you.

Home is where the heart is.

Literally. The heart is over Pocatello.

I love Idaho. Which is common knowledge at this point, really. So this lovely piece has been my heart's desire for a long, long time. My darling sister, Melissa, who quite possibly loves Idaho as much as I do, gave it to me for my birthday. (It was ordered specially on Etsy, so it didn't actually arrive until today, blessed of all days.) This an unimaginable act of love. I do not know that I would have been able to part with such a gem had I been in her position.

I love Idaho. I think I'll die if I ever have to leave.

In explanation: The Brown Couch

The Brown Couch is magical. It makes sick people well. Sitting on it is a dream. The Brown Couch is a miracle. Everyone wants it.

My mother inherited the Brown Couch when she wed my Father. Or at sometime after. Point being that if she had not married it would not belong to her.

Thus, it has become a competition between my siblings and me. The first of us to marry inherits the Brown Couch.

This is taken very seriously. Okay, so maybe only very to me. And maybe it is only speculation/wishful thinking that my mother will actually relinquish her rights to the Brown Couch upon my marriage. But I do hope.

So vote. (For me, preferably).

All is love.

"I have already loved you once today." -Melissa

So don't knock it, don't knock it.

Today Meagan gifted me with this poster. And I found this hilarious quote from the drummer, Nathan:

"When we signed the deal with RCA, it was just me and Caleb. The label told us they were going to put a band together, but we said, 'We're going to buy our little brother a bass, he's a freshman in high school. Caleb will teach himself the guitar. Our cousin Matthew played guitar when he was 10 and I'll play drums.' The record label agreed".

Note that none of them were currently playing anything at the time.

Also, apparently they kidnapped their cousin, Matthew, in order to get him to join the band. Classic.

Now you can't get enough...given a chance, I wanna be somebody.

You look like money.

I got an electric blanket for Christmas. It is an absolute dream. I can't fathom how I slept without it. My life is basically complete. You know, except for Bear World and such.

Also, Traci gave me these headbands. I love them so much that it hurts. And I know that love is for people and not for things, but that is very difficult to remember when I look at these.

Kimberlyn gave me a ballerina barbie for Christmas. Which is pretty great. Especially after we had this conversation, two days before Christmas:

Kimberlyn: I got you a Christmas present.

Me: You did?

Kimberlyn: Yes, it's a princess barbie. No wait, it's a ballet barbie. Don't tell.

Me: The only person that you aren't supposed to tell is me.

Kimberlyn: Oh...I won't tell you again.

So I got her "Beach Party Ken" for her birthday. She is currently trying to guess what it is. I'll never tell.

And I bought these shoes as a birthday present to myself. Which is tomorrow. My birthday, that is.

The trees were on fire.

"I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness." John 8:12

Please read the letter.

Postcards are a dying art form.

Which is quite a tragedy, really.

They are so beautiful. And getting mail is beautiful.

My sister, Melissa, taught me to love all things postal. Especially postcards.

So recently I have been making my own postcards. Here are a few of my latest batch. Each carefully crafted with a specific person in mind.

Last week I received the loveliest of surprises from my dear friend Matty. I perfect postcard made by him for me. I have also been making friendship bracelets and I taught him over Thanksgiving. I am so proud of my pupil.

We are starting a postcard revolution. Spread the love.

Send a postcard.

Devin means poet.

I just googled my brother's name and the first thing to pop up was a link to a poem he wrote years ago called "Ode to Oatmeal". Which is hilarious. I miss that kid.

Love remains the same.

I still eat chips and salsa for every meal. Nothing to report other than that, really.

She's leaving home.

Today I said good-bye to my dog. Clive, the dog that I used to ''walk''. Every day. The dog that I say that I hate but really secretly love.

And then I said good-bye to Moose, and the chill chills, and Meagan, and my blue eyed baby, my darling parents, and everyone else that I openly love.

And then I left.

But I'll come back. Just like the plague.

With a whimper.

I feel like my world is crumbling. Yesterday was my last day at Down East, Melissa is in Washington D.C., and my room is (relatively) clean. And, as if to confirm the crumbling, yesterday I dropped my cup with the dancing cows that say ''Hell-o'' on it. Shattered, or at least broken into multiple pieces.

No matter, crumbling can be good, as in the case of crumble cake. Or stuffing. Stuffing consists of mostly bread crumbs and is absolutely delicious. It is one of the only things I eat on Thanksgiving, turkey aside. And occasionally I enjoy the picturesque. Which is to say that I enjoy crumbling ruins because almost nothing is more picturesque than crumbling ruins.

Besides, my cow cup was not even my favorite cup. Of the three cups (well, two, now that my cow cup is no more) that I use my favorite is my little purple one (it looks blue, but it is really purple). I have had it since I was nine. And before the purple, I had a pink one of the same design. I used it so much that it faded from pink to a sort of white. And so my mother replaced it with my purple cup. Purple, because that was my favorite color of the time. I am as close to loving this cup as one can be to loving an inanimate object. Love people, use things. So I plan to use this little cup until the day that I die.

Tomorrow is yesterday.

I love Idaho. Probably more than it makes sense to love a state. But eastern Idaho does have its flaws. Or flaw, actually. No theaters (or theatre) in Pocatello or the surrounding area were (are) playing "(500) Days of Summer". However, there was a light and the end of the tunnel for Melissa and me. We put our little, but genius, heads together and decided to see it in Salt Lake in addition to seeing "Iron and Wine" in concert. It was completely beautiful. Wonderful music. And Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt were, in a word, perfect. I loved it. And the concert was lovely as well. Which reminds me that I think I want to learn to play the banjo.

Also, we hit a raccoon on the way home, putting a slight damper on the evening. We did cheer when we went over the state line, though. Idaho forever.