#258 Saying thanks Apr24

#258 Saying thanks

I started writing 1000 Awesome Things on June 20, 2008 as my life was swirling and twirling. It seemed like every day was cloudy as every morning I’d wheel my car up icy onramps straight into red-light traffic jams to head to my office job in the suburbs. Then I’d wheel back home...

#259 The good kind of stomach butterflies Apr23

#259 The good kind of stomach butterflies

Flap, flap, flap. It’s gut check time. Scientists suggest the fluttery feeling of buttery flies in your tum tum just comes from blood flowing away from your digestive system and zooming everywhere else in your body. Yeah, you know how it goes: your beady-eyed pal adrenaline starts...

#260 People who look like their pets Apr22

#260 People who look like their pets

AWESOME! — Email message — “I moved in with a new roommate in the beginning of this school year and we decided to make our own list of AWESOME! things to hang up in our drab dorm room.  Some of our favorites are: Harmony, walking in the rain with rain boots on, a huge...

#261 Baby to baby love Apr21

#261 Baby to baby love

Erik and Danny have a baby. I was at a wedding a few months back and bumped into the fresh parents after missing them for a few years. They’ve popped out a couple pumpkins since I saw them at school so our visit was full of adorable photos, diaper horror stories, and tall tales of...

#262 The smell of the barbecue Apr20

#262 The smell of the barbecue

Scratch the crusty grill with the fraying wire brush so all the tiny black flecks spray on your baggy khaki shorts. Twist open the spiderweb-covered propane tank or light the charcoal and then go inside to assemble your plastic tray of food. Bring out the sauce-smeared drumsticks, homemade...

#263 Getting cell phone service back after not having it for a while Apr17

#263 Getting cell phone service back after not having it for a while

Welcome to the saloon. Jump off your tired horse, kick your cowboy boots together, and step through the swinging gates into your home away from home. Dusty sunbeams streak through dirty stained-glass windows and shadows fall on your closest friends laughing in a dank and dirty world away from...

#264 Putting things in your shoe so you don’t forget them later Apr16

#264 Putting things in your shoe so you don’t forget them later

I’m pretty forgetful. I forget keys in my pants, food in my microwave, and words at the end of my. Being forgetful is a terrible thing. Seriously, if you’ve ever tapped your empty pockets in front of your locked front door you know exactly how painful it can be. Fortunately we live...

#265 The smell of really, really clean air Apr15

#265 The smell of really, really clean air

Your lungs deserve the best. Escape the parking garage, forget the fast food fumes, and run away from that photocopying daze in the cubicle farm. When you get way out in the open, when you’re sailing over the deep blue sea, when you’re climbing to the top of the mountain, just take...

#266 When a deadline is extended unexpectedly Apr14

#266 When a deadline is extended unexpectedly

Talk about a win-win-win-win. • If you’re already done! Brother, you just earned some breathing room. Sit back and smile as everyone sweats it up next week and pat your own back for being on top of your game. If you feel like it you can make improvements and hand in Version 2.0 of Your...

#267 Car dancing Apr13

#267 Car dancing

Get down, get funky, get loose. When the tunes starts bumping and your car starts thumping it’s time to dance it off in the passenger or back seat. Slam the glove compartment, roll down the windows, and give these moves a try: • The Bird. Both the driver and passenger get involved with...

#268 Getting a good locker in high school Apr10

#268 Getting a good locker in high school

Scott got screwed. Back in ninth grade my friend Scott was assigned a locker buddy named Kyle who played trumpet in the school band. They shared a thin locker down a dark and dusty hallway outside the Boy’s Changeroom. Not only did it smell like armpit, but it was about a three-minute...

#269 The sound of a golf ball falling into the cup Apr09

#269 The sound of a golf ball falling into the cup

I was the Mini Golf King. Yes, back in those blurry late 80s there wasn’t a course that could trip me up. Slippery slopes, puddle patches, shady piles of windswept maple keys were all no match for my well-practiced whacking of that neon pink ball. Smack it off the chewed-up mat, bounce...