Thursday, January 29, 2009

Aaaaaaah, Yeaaaaaah.

There are a few people you can thank (blame?) for this post. Melissa started it. Maury kept it going. And now, here I am joining the rank and file.

Whacha gotta do is pretty simple. Name ten things you love that start with the letter you were given. As you probably have guessed, I got the letter A.

Let's start with this one and hope that you forget that I mentioned it by the time that you get to the end.

A.K.A. my drug of choice. It's sad really, but once I graduated from college and started teaching, I promptly stopped sleeping. It takes me hours, HOURS, to fall asleep. When I finally do get to the land of sweet, sleepy relief, it is only for about 45 minutes. Then it's back to tossing and turning again. More often than not, I wake up feeling more tired than I was when I went to bed. It's a curse. I am certain of that. I have tried the herbal route, white noise machines, eye masks, aromatherapy, sleep clinics, everything. Sadly, all that has come from that is nice smelling linens and a humiliating night spent sleeping in a strange office building with wires strapped to every part of my body and head....while being filmed.

So yes, I love Ambien. Judge me if you will but keep it to yourself. I'm too tired to hear it.

I don't care what people say and I don't much care for discussing politics....but this hat rocked my world.

Let's just be quiet now and let the hat speak for itself.

As you may well know, I live in L-town. The place where hope goes to I love to get away. Airports are a big part of that. In my experience, there is rarely a bad reason to be in an airport. Either you are leaving on a trip to see family and/or friends, or you are heading out for a super cool vacation in a far off land. Wooo hooo! What's not to love about that? (We didn't get lei'd in Hawaii. You have to pay extra for that and I'm not that kind of girl.)

And on the flip side-being back in the airport means that you finally get to be home and sleep in your own bed! Yay for that!

This one, for his sense of irony in literally "Feasting Upon The Word."

This one for writing strong, intelligent, clever heroines who still occasionally get caught up in being foolish, romantic, and jealous. I can relate to that.

Don't get me wrong. I am not sure that it is a correct statement to say I love all animals. In fact, when I told Maury Sue I was getting a dog her response was, "Who are you and what have you done with my friend?" I don't dislike animals. I just don't like other peoples animals to touch me. Who knows where they have been, how recently they have been bathed, or how often they lick their own weiner? Ewwwww.

But I sure do love this animal. He never does anything gross like lick his weiner. And he poops rose pedals.

I love my country. I love that we can choose to be who we want without fear of being punished or persecuted. While I am not very political, I am very patriotic. Every 4th of July you can count on a display of two things, the long standing tradition of King family stupidity and a great deal of explosives. Typically, the two come together without much of a hitch. Sometimes the hitch comes in the form of a flaming rocket heading directly into the garage where the women and children have attempted to seek refuge. Without fail, the local authorities pinpoint our location and the children are sent off to hide the remaining evidence (which will most certainly be used against one of us in a court of law) while the grownup's (and I'm using that term loosely) talk with the police.

You know who else loves America? Neil. Neil Diamond. Who doesn't like fireworks set to the Diamond? Commies. That's who.

7) Avocado
You can keep your guacamole. Give me an avocado and a spoon. I'm good.

8) Ambulance The only good thing that came from losing my ipod was re-discovering my love for this song. (I can't find a video to embed...sorry. You'll just have to click the link, listen, and enjoy. You've welcome.)

I love me some Swedish pop music. Don't judge me. I sing without shame every chance I get. And really, who can argue with this request?

10) Average Joes

I have come to the conclusion that Average Joe's are much more entertaining than super hot people. I have a theory. Wanna hear it? Here it go...super hot people are used to others clamoring to be around them simply because they are eye candy. I don't blame them for that. You take what you can get. On the other hand, average joe's have had to hone and refine their game and are usually WAY more fun to be around. I have actually done extensive research in proving this theory. More than I care to admit actually. After years of stalking the greek god with the red four-runner, we finally met him and my heart broke a little. It was the beginning of a lifetime of disappointment.

So there you have it. 10 things that I love that start with the letter A. Coming up with the list was quite easy. Writing about each one was not quite as simple. And true confession, I got a bit lazy toward the end. Either way...if you want a letter so that you can play along, let me know. I have a very scientific and random system worked out.


Maursupial said...

LOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEEEDDDDD it. Loved that you included my dog, love that Freddie poops rose petals. If so, don't send me a bouquet of those.

Mona said...

I pine after Neil Diamond.

J&J Priest said...

hehe, love abba, childhood memories of Neil Diamond. Nice "A" things.

mamachick said...

You are very right about the Average Joe theory. I have the same theory about short guys.