I’ve really gotten into the blogging world in the past few weeks. A friend from 20 Something Bloggers had a link to She Likes Purple’s love list. It was beautiful and heartfelt and insightful. I was inspired to create my own love list…

I love the smell of Fall and crisp air. I love the sound of a crackling fireplace. I love the sight of snow against vivid evergreens and sparkling blue rivers. I love the chirping birds that awaken the spring. I love the sight of fresh cut flowers on a kitchen counter. I love the smell of apple cider warming on the stove. I love the smell of fresh cut grass drifint in through open windows. I love Arizona sunsets.

I love clutching a shoebox that has a new pair of shoes inside, waiting to be opened, tried on and introduced to the world. I love shopping at stores that offer paper bags, so I can give them to the kitties to play in. I love wandering Hallmark for no particular reason. I love shopping by myself so that I can take hours to decide without feeling rushed. I love browsing antique stores.

I love craft shows and art festivals. I love the zoo. I love spending hours in the Sea World penguin exhibit. I love the idea of owning an exotic cuddly animal. I love chatting over an iced chai latte, or relaxing by myself sipping Tazo teas.

I love sitting in my leopard print chair, my feet tucked underneath a purring kitty, while reading my favorite blogs. I love wandering the book store, trying to find the next perfect book to spend hours pouring over. I love sitting and flipping through brainless magazines, gathing ideas for my next creative project or overly ambitious decorating scheme. I love Diet Mountain Dew Code Red. I love fountain soda, which tastes completely different depending on where you get it from. I love Tivo and it’s miraculous fast forward button. I love carbs.

I love cheesy musicals. I love having the same 52 songs on a playlist and listening to them everyday, all day. I love watching dance shows, both in real life and on tv. I love getting my hair done. I love daydreaming of the past and dreaming of an amazing future. I love discovering an entertaining website or blog. I love the feeling of a freshly washed towel right out of the dryer. I love snuggling under a blanket and taking a nap on cool winter days.

I love lilies and the smell of gardenias. I love climbing into a freshly made bed. I love having more pillows than neccessary to prop myself up when reading. I love sobbing over sappy movies and tv shows. I love getting my hair done and the smell of obnoxiously expensive shampoo. I love spending too much time in a bubble bath and needing to rewarm the water multiple times. I love losing track of time as I am scrapbooking. I love finishing a difficult blog and the accompaning feeling of accomplishment.

Wedding Pic Closeup, originally uploaded by Klick Here.

The company I work for has a sister company. I know a few of their employees fairly well. Many I know them by sight but could not tell you their names to save my life. Most I have never met. There are the few who I see almost everyday but don’t know much about. For awhile, our conversations consisted of them asking me how wedding planning was going. Then the awkwardness hit once I was officially married. What do we talk about now?
I get the question “how’s married life” quite a bit. How am I supposed to answer that? “Awesome. Now that we’re married, his farts smell like roses.”
I normally make a joke about how I’m getting used to his snoring and how our divorce could be the result of him stealing the covers repeatedly throughout the night. They smile and nod their heads as if yes, all married couples have the exact same situation occur every evening. And yes, their husbands’ farts smell like roses now too.
I received the weirdest question today though. When I was talking about a courier and her costume wearing bird, (long story, don’t ask) someone told me that when she got divorced, she bought a bird too. And now that she’s remarried, she got rid of the bird. She’ll only buy a new one if she gets divorced again. Then she says “you got married a little while ago, right? Is he your first husband?”
I gave her a funny look and answered yes. I was shocked and unfortunately couldn’t think of a snappy response like “well, only in the eyes of the state” or “first and second, actually.” She then says to me, get this, “your next husband will probably be someone totally opposite of him. That’s how it’s been for me and all of my friends.”

Ah. Glad to know that you think my marriage is doomed.

I’ve decided to avoid conversations with my kinda-cowker-but-not from now on. She makes me give her funny looks which will inevitably lead to wrinkles.