I was bored two minutes ago and so I started actually having a look at this blog and posts and the numbers. It’s so funny to see which months had the most posts because it is so closely tied in with the BS going on in my life.

It seems the better I am doing, the less I write.  How unfortunate that I have nothing GOOD to say or go on about when things are actually going GOOD. I thrive in chaos. I should have stuck with working in the emergency department.

I love….

vodka on ice with a squeeze of lemon. why does admitting to that always sound a lot worse that saying “i love merlot” or “cabernet”… it’s ok to love a wine but if you love the hard stuff, you have issues.

I hate…

being bothered when I am shopping. If I needed help, or wanted something else that I couldn’t find, I would have asked.

I love…

my dog, right now. lying on back, one leg straight up in the air…snoring, twitching.

I hate…

the spider that bit me. Not because it hurts, but because I hate spiders and I don’t like that it was on me, eating me, without permission. I feel violated.

I love…

meat. I am a sucker for a succulent steak or a perfectly roasted chicken. I love the fatty parts and the salty outer layer of a prime rib roast.

I hate…

thinking of a day when I will have to be more conscious of the amount of red meat I eat.

I love…

working out so hard that my endorphins, alone, make me want to cry (a happy cry)

I hate…

that I may never get to meet all of you, or invite you to dinner….at the same time.

I love…

laughing and farts. In that order .