Love letters, like this one:Dear Jesse, as the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly; not to the music, but something else; some place else; a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been; except a deer; and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms. -Norman Maclean
Harry Potter books. Over and over and over again. Especially when I’m going through a difficult time. J K’s words are like a healing balm to me.
Quotes. Like this one: My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends – It gives a lovely light . Edna St. Vincent Millay, “A Few Figs from Thistles”, 1920
Christmas Eve. And Christmas morning.
The mom who does all the voices when reading to kids.
Meryl Streep. I absolutely adore her in everything she does. Which leads me to:
Mama Mia, the movie. It got horrible reviews. I don’t even care. And shame on them. Pierce Brosnan and Meryl Streep were perfect. Don’t even tell me they weren’t. This could be THE movie that everyone in my party of five loves. Mama Mia..here I go again! I’m not sure if I love it so much because THEY love it so much, or the other way around. But I really do think it’s one of the best feel good movies of all time.
Guns n’ Roses. I love alllllll music.Very eclectic. But if you can’t admit the 80’s were the BEST, I don’t know if we can be friends. Unless your name is Magen.
Breakfast for Supper on Sunday nights.
Cold Cereal in the middle of the night. I recommend Frosted Flakes.
Dancing. In my kitchen, at weddings, yard parties, and bat mitzvahs, if I were ever invited.
Long talks till 2 in the morning about the theories of the meaning of life, and song lyrics over bloody mary’s.
Really old ripped Low-Rise Jeans and faded T-shirts.
No Shoes. Flip flops are a staple.
A lover of song lyrics and quotes, and movie dialogues.
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation as a one woman show. All the parts.
Failure to launch. Still living like a college student. Trying to remember to pick my clothes up off the floor, and that pizza shouldn’t be eaten for every meal. Kids need veggies. And a role model.
I am NOT:
Into shallow folks that just want to be surfacy.
Football, Baseball, Car Racing, Hockey, Boxing, Golf, Tennis…ok..really anything Sporty…on tv.
Talk of veins and needles, unless I’m about to die, or having a kid.
A carnivore. I start thinking about the blood, muscles, veins, and the part of the animal the cut of meat came from, and get grossed out beyond belief. And then I go down the road of, this poor thing is someone’s baby. Please do not prod me on this one. I still fix meat for my family, it’s just not my favorite, and I am at a stage of trying to figure out how I feel about the whole thing. In other words, watch out. I’m as slippery as a banana on the floor on this subject.
Birds kept in cages. Really, I hate any animal to be kept in a cage. Every morning, I walk by a dog that is kept in his kennel 24/7. One day I may let him out. And run, because I think he’s mean, which isn’t his fault. I’d be mean, too…if I were him.
People who have no intention of making their life better, but really like to talk about how crappy it is.
Cold, dark basements. You can’t tell me there’s not nasty spirits that decided to stick around just to scare people living down there.
Reality shows on tv. Someday when I’m old and cannot move, or see, or know where I am, I may change my mind.
Planning. But I should be. It really sucks to run out of toilet paper when you have house guests.