Played out, I know. Don’t really care.
It’s about time I got around to this. It’s a top thirteen list. I’ll probably do a few lists since we have such a long exercise-free stretch before we can get back to our regularly scheduled blog. You know, a whopping 3 days. I need to feel connected to running, even if sitting on my butt in front of a computer blogging about unrelated things is as close as I can get now.
In no particular order:
As much as I wish I could recommend this brand, it just doesn’t stack up stats-wise. Which is too bad really, because it’s extra delicious and it’s a local company. I really like Fage, Oikos and Chobani. I can’t speak to any of their flavors since I only get the plain stuff. My go-to breakfast is yogurt with fruit mixed in, but only if I do the mixing. I like actual fruit pieces and not fruit syrup. Yeah, I’m a food snob. Okay, not really. But I am picky about some silly things. I like to be in charge of weird things like the amount of sugar and salt (and fat) in my food. Crazy, huh?
Not just the website. I am a dork (clearly the first definition and not the second) and have some geeky interests. I also have a few tattoos (with many more planned) so the idea of a union between the two creates a happy place for me. I gravitate towards the 80s/early 90s cartoon/comics, the real sciences, literary themes… I don’t get the video game ones (unless it was played on Super Nintendo) or the Star Trek ones. I will boldly declare something that apparently no one else can/will these days: I DO NOT LOVE STAR TREK! Oh, and the computer programming ones fly right on over my little head. I really like knuckle tattoos, although I will never get any. I think THUG WIFE is funny, but this one is my absolute favorite knuckle tattoo I’ve ever seen, and it’s up there on my personal list of best tattoos ever.
3. It’s so very, very true. There is something so appealing to me about them. I’ve read most everything of Dostoevsky’s works, but I have a harder time with Tolstoy. I chalk it up to the former being essentially a psychologist and the later being a Christian activist. In fact, I love Dostoevsky so much that Sweet Little Monster is named after him (and one of my other favorite authors, Dr. Seuss). I really like Solzhenitsyn – both for his writing and his fascinating life story. My current favorite series (the 4 part trilogy, remember?) is written by a man born in the Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan, which was USSR territory back then. (Side note: PBS showed a mini documentary showing this man composing a piece of music as a peace-offering for that movie.) But it isn’t just the authors I like. Hubs teases me by saying that the Russians are my spirit people. He’s probably right. The only place I’d be willing to live where it snowed frequently is Russia (St. Petersburg and not Moscow if you were wondering), which drives Hubs batty because he wants to live in Alaska.
4. Dogs. I like ‘em big. I don’t want anything whose vocalization could be described as ‘yip’ or ‘yap’. Or that constantly makes such sounds. Great Danes are probably my very best favorite. This big boy here happens to be a giant among giants , but he’s my favorite color and still has his natural ears (very important to me). I love mastiffs (think the better looking half of Turner and Hooch). I love bulldogs in the way that only something ugly can be adorable. I love pit bulls, too. They have been in my life since Rottweilers were the ‘evil’ breed. They are some of the sweetest, dumbest, happiest dogs I’ve ever had the chance to love. Of course, a shitty dog owner is going to make for a dog who can’t meet societal expectations. But in reality, it’s highly unlikely that I will ever own a pure-bred dog. The only way I would ever end up with one would be by getting involved in a breed specific rescue. I will always prefer a pound puppy over any specific breed. Unfortunately, I will always be able to find one there.
5. My boys. I adore them both. They both have the ability to drive me over the brink of mental instability and directly into temporary psychosis, but they’re cute so I’ll keep them. They teach me new things about myself and life in general each and every day. Sweet Little Monster does most of the teaching, but Hubs always gives a fresh perspective (even when I don’t want to hear it). Hubs is my rock and my heart. They cheer me up when I’m down, they make me laugh every day and shower me in love, each in their own way. I’m blessed.
6. Colors. Bright, bold, saturated colors. They feel happier than the muted shades. The minimum number of colors a room should be painted are 3. I try to tone it down a bit when it comes to wall colors because I recognize that not all adults want to feel like they are in a Crayola 64 pack. I’m easing my way into concentrating my color pops into shoes and accessories. I don’t have to give up hope and embrace the beige, but it’s time to out-grow the Punky Brewster nickname. Sad, I know. Okay, seriously. I haven’t deserved that nickname for a good 15 years. It just stuck.
7. Peacocks. I’m not that fond of most birds, but crows and peacocks are two that pass my test (the test being a. not a singing bird and b. no member of the species has ever pooped on me). I took this picture at the zoo a few years back (and played with it in Photoshop). We walked around the corner and he had his tail on display to intimidate a squirrel (who would have wet his pants were he wearing any). I sat down on a rock and started snapping pictures. At first, he danced for me. Then he decided that paparazzi time was over and he slowly walked up to me, shaking his tail (loud, by the way). He got close enough that I could have touched him/striking range for his surprisingly large beak before I declared him the victor of our little showdown. It was very hypnotizing and intimidating at the same time. There are two males at the zoo and every time I go, I get amazing photos of one or the other. I used peacock feathers as accents in my wedding (before it became a fad, thankyouverymuch). You can’t see it in the photo up there, but I had a peacock feather brooch pining my sash together.
8. My friends. The old ones, the new ones. As the saying goes: friends are the family that you choose. Right? Something like that, anyway. When my boys have pushed me off the cliff of sanity, my friends are the parachute to stop my free-fall. They give me the gift of being something other than a wife, mother, sister, daughter, aunt, student. They give me the gift of being myself, even if I so rarely see anyone anymore. Soon, mes amis, soon.
9. Crafting. I knit, crochet, sew, quilt, embroider, collage, paint, make cards, paper, cook ‘creatively’ (aka ignore recipes and do what I want). I pickle, can, and bake everything/anything (admittedly, not as often as I would like to). I get a micro sized serotonin rush when I finish crafting something, and another when I give the finish product to the intended recipient.
10. Soccer. I’m not so hot at playing it. I’m sure if I stuck with it my eye-foot coördination would improve, but who knows. I love watching it being played at every level. It’s fast paced, it’s exciting, and you never know when you’ll meet an amazing couple sitting behind you that will turn into fast friends. I like the picture even if it is pink.
11. Arabic. It’s beautiful. I love how it looks. I love the meaning of this phrase. God willing. I have this tattooed down the right side of my ribcage. I smile every time I see it.
12. Live Christmas trees. This picture is old. It was the first year we had a live tree and we killed it. Apparently, they need to live their entire lives outside. Inside for no more than 2-3 days for the big day. Our current tree is 2 1/2 years old and it lives outside. It’s also a native species, which might or might not effect its ability to weather a PNW winter. Hubs grew up with an angel on the tree and I grew up with a star. Sweet Little Monster suggested that we top ours with a snow ball (he was hoping for an ‘ice age’ aka snow storm). Such a diplomatic little guy.