Loving a bit of the Love Lists*
I love laughing. And crying.
I love dancing when no one is watching.
I love myself a venti nonfat white mocha--hot when it's cold, and iced when it's not.
I love (love, love) a good book.
I love long afternoon naps.
I love new underwear. Frilly, fun or otherwise. Throw in a matching bra and I just might find myself sexy.
I love the idea of a week alone in a new place to explore, learn, and grow.
I love lying on my back with a cat at my side purring.
I love writing late into the night, especially when I can sleep in as late as I want the next morning.
Which, brings up another love--sleeping in. I love it more than life itself most days.
I love cheap, sweet blush wine.
I love my cell phone(s).
I love fall.
I love waking up to the smell of coffee.
I love being cooked for. Breakfast in particular.
I love waffles and blueberry muffins.
I love a good roll in the hay (and I mean that figuratively not literally).
I love returning to my old college campus after being away for a long time. Particularly in the fall, fresh into the new year. It reminds me of the past.
I love thinking that I will be famous someday.
I love the idea of publishing my books and sharing my stories with the world.
I love that I do well at my day job. Even though I would give it up in a second if I could afford it.
I love those chocolate brown boots that have broken heels because they were worn so much.
I love hoodies (need I say more?).
I love a good short haircut.
I love my red (really red) hair.
I love singing to loud music in the car when I am driving alone.
I love chocolate covered caramel.
I love walking about in the city.
I love outdoor concerts.
I love feeling like I look spectacular.
I love being the center of attention--in a good way--like winning an award, talking about something you love, being an expert.
I love my Mac powerbook.
I love the sound of raindrops on the rooftop.
I love Halloween, Christmas and Valentines Day.
I love my Sanity Vacation Days I take every now and again. Who doesn't love a day off of work?
I love coffee. Caffeine. And a good iced Pepsi.
I love lasagna with lots and lots of cheese.
I love a good movie that makes me laugh or cry or both.
I love a night alone in the house watching movies, reading, writing, and just being me.
I love to have a clean house.
I love when the laundry is done for me.
I love long, hot showers.
I love those yoga pants I must wear the moment they are clean.
I love putting on clothes fresh out of the dryer.
I love receiving e-mail that isn't spam.
I love finding the perfect shirt/outfit/pants in a store for an event the following week.
I love finding a photo of myself and finding out that I really don't look as bad as I thought I did.
I love the fact that I haven't let my writing fall to the wayside and that I am still pursuing my dream.
I love to dream. And dream big.
I love myself a chocolate malt.
I love feeling a sense of accomplishment.
I love that sometimes I don't have to try very hard and still get a good ole pat on the back for a job well done.
I love green. And pink. And orange.
I love cats. And graphic t-shirts. And new journals. Pens. Lots and lots of pens. Markers. Notebooks. Office supplies in general. Sappy love songs. Club music. Silver jewelry. Hair clips and barrettes that I will likely never wear. And magazines that talk about writing and design and urban houses (like Dwell). I love modern design even though I live in a house full of country inspired pieces. I love being noticed and sometimes fading into the background. I love Jennifer Garner. And Val Kilmer. I love oceans, lakes, and rivers. I love a good nail polish color. And lip gloss. And a foundation that stays on all day long. A good boot. Flip flops. A pedicure. Colorful scarfs and fun quotes.
But most of all, I love me.
* This fun little tidbit was originally thought up by She Likes Purple. Though I only caught wind from Princess Nebraska. The rules are simple:
I love dancing when no one is watching.
I love myself a venti nonfat white mocha--hot when it's cold, and iced when it's not.
I love (love, love) a good book.
I love long afternoon naps.
I love new underwear. Frilly, fun or otherwise. Throw in a matching bra and I just might find myself sexy.
I love the idea of a week alone in a new place to explore, learn, and grow.
I love lying on my back with a cat at my side purring.
I love writing late into the night, especially when I can sleep in as late as I want the next morning.
Which, brings up another love--sleeping in. I love it more than life itself most days.
I love cheap, sweet blush wine.
I love my cell phone(s).
I love fall.
I love waking up to the smell of coffee.
I love being cooked for. Breakfast in particular.
I love waffles and blueberry muffins.
I love a good roll in the hay (and I mean that figuratively not literally).
I love returning to my old college campus after being away for a long time. Particularly in the fall, fresh into the new year. It reminds me of the past.
I love thinking that I will be famous someday.
I love the idea of publishing my books and sharing my stories with the world.
I love that I do well at my day job. Even though I would give it up in a second if I could afford it.
I love those chocolate brown boots that have broken heels because they were worn so much.
I love hoodies (need I say more?).
I love a good short haircut.
I love my red (really red) hair.
I love singing to loud music in the car when I am driving alone.
I love chocolate covered caramel.
I love walking about in the city.
I love outdoor concerts.
I love feeling like I look spectacular.
I love being the center of attention--in a good way--like winning an award, talking about something you love, being an expert.
I love my Mac powerbook.
I love the sound of raindrops on the rooftop.
I love Halloween, Christmas and Valentines Day.
I love my Sanity Vacation Days I take every now and again. Who doesn't love a day off of work?
I love coffee. Caffeine. And a good iced Pepsi.
I love lasagna with lots and lots of cheese.
I love a good movie that makes me laugh or cry or both.
I love a night alone in the house watching movies, reading, writing, and just being me.
I love to have a clean house.
I love when the laundry is done for me.
I love long, hot showers.
I love those yoga pants I must wear the moment they are clean.
I love putting on clothes fresh out of the dryer.
I love receiving e-mail that isn't spam.
I love finding the perfect shirt/outfit/pants in a store for an event the following week.
I love finding a photo of myself and finding out that I really don't look as bad as I thought I did.
I love the fact that I haven't let my writing fall to the wayside and that I am still pursuing my dream.
I love to dream. And dream big.
I love myself a chocolate malt.
I love feeling a sense of accomplishment.
I love that sometimes I don't have to try very hard and still get a good ole pat on the back for a job well done.
I love green. And pink. And orange.
I love cats. And graphic t-shirts. And new journals. Pens. Lots and lots of pens. Markers. Notebooks. Office supplies in general. Sappy love songs. Club music. Silver jewelry. Hair clips and barrettes that I will likely never wear. And magazines that talk about writing and design and urban houses (like Dwell). I love modern design even though I live in a house full of country inspired pieces. I love being noticed and sometimes fading into the background. I love Jennifer Garner. And Val Kilmer. I love oceans, lakes, and rivers. I love a good nail polish color. And lip gloss. And a foundation that stays on all day long. A good boot. Flip flops. A pedicure. Colorful scarfs and fun quotes.
But most of all, I love me.
* This fun little tidbit was originally thought up by She Likes Purple. Though I only caught wind from Princess Nebraska. The rules are simple:
"I challenge you to make your own list. The only catch? You can't include a single person you know on your list. No "I love the way my husband laughs" or "I love hearing my little girl call for me." It'll be tough, I know. But this particular little exercise is about stripping away everyone who defines you and figuring out what you (not his partner; not their mother/daughter/sister/friend) love."
