My kids, reading, interior decorating and design, remodeling and dancing like a foolio to songs my kids like.
Music
I like anything that has words that mean something to me.
Movies
Anything with John Cusack, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Lone Star State of Mind, and sappy girlie movies they play on TBS.
Television
I've actually begun to care even less about TV if that was humanly possible.
Books
Anything by JD Robb, John Sanford, J.K. Rowling, Jeffrey Deaver, and George Carlin. I also find immense enjoyment reading my husband's issues of Men's Health.
Heroes
Ouiser from Steel Magnolias, my mom and Forrest Griffin.
About me: I have an irrational fear of dinosaurs. My glasses are never clean. Whenever I shave my legs, I always miss a spot. I can't eat salad and spaghetti off the same plate. I'm always dressed slightly wrong for the occasion. I don't wear shorts because I'm horribly knock kneed. I've never had a haircut I like for more than 20 minutes. I believe that it's never to early to teach children that people falling down can be really funny. I pick horribly inopportune moments to stick up for myself. I'm always the person who keeps snickering long after everybody else has stopped laughing.
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Who I'd like to meet: People who have those coffee tables with fish tanks in them, anybody who can recite "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allen Poe from memory and someone who can share my odd love for the smell of Band-Aids and gasoline.
The answer to your question about what happens when you pass the dutchie to the right hand side is: You're obviously off the coast of California where they have a Republican governor and yet they are trying to legalize the dutchie with a $50.00 tax on every ounce.
LOL! My gyno would only need reattachment surgery if she were a man. But the visual was hysterical...and don't get me started about your mood and "perpetual victims." LOL
