I Love

I love the sound of rain falling on the roof.

I love whole wheat bagels like they are filled with liquid crack.

I love it when Dusty thinks I look beautiful while I am wearing sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt.

I love classical music.

I love Boston.

I love chicken spinach pizza even though it makes me sick for about three days afterwards.

I love old pictures.

I love to dream that I am a leading clarinet player in the biggest orchestra ever.

I love the smell of new books.

I love my friends that are still here for me even though I can't throw down a 12 pack every night.

I love dark chocolate covered strawberries.

I love architecture and old houses and buildings.

I love Dusty (that's a given) but every day I love him more than the day before.

I love downhill skiing and being able to do it better than the majority of people on the hill.

I love the feeling and sense of accomplishing something.

I love Frisky and his fat warm body, purring voice, and drooling mouth; he's my baby.

I love not having to depend on alcohol to have a good time.

I love my stubborness; otherwise I wouldn't be where I am today.

I love leopard print things.

I love Gone With The Wind.

I love Diaryland and Blogger.

I love to read and owning over 200 books.