I was tagged by the lovely Deena to share ten things I love and ten things I hate. Normally I would obsess over these lists to come up with just the right balance to express myself. But I had to attend a really boring meeting Thursday night, so instead of paying attention, I spent my time writing down the first 20 things that came to mind.
Without further ado, ten things I love:
Basketball. It's my very favorite sport, and I could shoot hoops for hours. I couldn't get either one of my boys to play, which causes me great sorrow.
Sleeping with the windows open in the summer. The fresh air, a slight breeze, and birds chirping in the morning. Lovely.
Girls weekends. I love the three men in my life more than anything, but sometimes it's so nice to get away and not have to worry about who needs to eat, where their underwear is, or if they're grumpy tired.
|Yes, there are a few guys in this photo. But they don't belong to me, so whoo-hoo!|
Doing laundry. There's something so satisfying about putting away fresh, clean laundry. I even like folding other people's laundry. I know, it's weird.
Walking. Ideally, I would love to live someplace where I didn't have to own a car. I do my best thinking when I'm walking.
Road trips. Which is kind of contradictory to my prior love. I guess I'd still need my car so I could drive somewhere fun to walk around. I love to explore new places.
Sitting outside on my deck with a book and a Diet Coke. This is something I need to do more often. And no Kindle for me - I love the smell of a new book and the satisfaction of turning the pages.
Kind people. We need more of them in the world.
Saturday morning. There's so much promise for the weekend ahead. Plus, I usually get to sleep in and wake up to one of my husband's delicious breakfasts.
My planner. Or as I like to refer to it, my brain. It's pretty and I love to write in it. Everything is in there, and if I ever lose it, I'm pretty sure I won't be able to function.
And the things I hate:
Trying on clothes. I love to BUY clothes, it's the getting undressed and trying them on that annoys me. I'm constantly returning things because they don't fit.
Missing things. I'm stealing this one from Deena, because it describes me perfectly. I wear myself out sometimes because I don't want to say no to anything.
Yardwork. WHY do we keep buying houses with huge yards and tons of maintenance? It does look pretty when it's done though.
Going to the dentist. I would rather give birth to twenty babies than get dental work done. Unfortunately, there are many trips in my near future. Sigh.
Dishonesty. The few times my boys have been in big trouble, it's because they lied to me about something. That makes me way more mad than whatever it is they did in the first place. Just be honest about it.
Cooking. If I ever win the lottery, the first thing I'm doing is hiring a chef. The whole getting-everything-ready-at-the-same-time thing eludes me. Thank goodness my husband is such a good cook, or our children would have grown up on pasta and grilled cheese.
Anything spa related. I'm the only woman I know who doesn't like massages, pedicures or facials. I hope we can still be friends!
Being cold. There are two months a year when I'm not constantly freezing. July and August. At the same time, my Norwegian heritage husband is miserable from the heat. Because I love him so much, I finally broke down and let him get an AC unit for our bedroom. I've already unpacked my flannel pj's.
Taking care of my hair. It takes so much time to maintain long, color treated hair. Oh yes, it will be short again someday. I'm also hopeless with pony tails, braids and buns. The second thing I'm getting when I win the lottery is a stylist who does my hair every day.
Mean people. I don't understand them and I definitely don't want to be around them. Ever.
Thanks Deena, that was fun! I tag the following people - can't wait to see what you love and hate.
Susan at the most -- of every moment
Rena at The Diary Of An Alzheimer's Caregiver
Jill at Doused In Pink
Suzanne at Suzanne Carillo
Leanne at Cresting The Hill