My Love List...

Occasionally I look back at my posts and lament how negative many of them are. I am generally a happy person with an optimistic outlook on life. After reading Samurai Frog's list of things he hates (which is excellent, by the way) I thought it was time for a list of things I love in no particular order. Here goes:

1. Megan (who, whenever asked what I should blog about, always replies, "You could write about how much you love me." I always tell her nobody wants to read about that.)
2. Ice-cold Cran-Raspberry Juice. I may tire of it eventually, but right now it's got its hooks in me.
3. A lazy Sunday.
4. My family.
5. A well-done documentary film. Actually, I even like the poorly-done ones.
   
6. Airports. People hate them, but I love them.
7. Chicago sports (also on my hate list).
8. A full tank of gas.
9. A good idea.
10. Jack's frozen mutha-fuckin' pizza.
11. A warm breeze.
12. Making someone laugh really hard. Nothing makes me quite as proud.
13. Accomplishing a task that has been put off for a long time.
14. Sunrise. I love early morning.
15. Ice cream and candy bits mixed together.
16. The smell of pine or cedar.
17. Carving and painting fish decoys.
18. Hardware stores.
    
19. Wrigley Field.
20. Getting pulled over and NOT getting a ticket. It makes me feel victorious.
    
21. Live jazz.
22. Vail, Colorado, minus all the people and development.
23. Clipless pedals.
24. Being barefoot.
25. Rekindling a dying campfire.
26. Otters
27. Finally remembering something I'd been racking my brain about.
28. Putting prepositions at the end of sentences even though you're not supposed to.
29. When there isn't a line (at the bank, DMV, etc.)
30. Fall
31. A sunny winter day.
32. Late spring.
33. Lobster.
34. Early summer.
35. The unexpected.
36. Having a fat wad of cash on me (I usually use a credit card).
37. Baraka
38. Fresh bread that's crispy outside and chewy inside.
39. Having just enough at the end of a roll of toilet paper for one last wipe.
40. When I know the final Jeopardy answer and none of the eggheads on the show do.
41. Megan's crabcakes and hushpuppies. Pretty much all her cooking.
42. Singing really loud when no one is around. And sometimes when other ARE around.
    
43. Re-connecting with old friends.
44. Crack.
45. Heroin.
46. PCP.
47. Crystal Meth.
48. Filling in lists like this with nonsense.
49. Hitting a golf ball perfectly and watching it go really far. I could give a shit about getting it in the hole.
50. Jesus, I got to 50 and haven't mentioned the kitties yet.
51. Being able to use "Jesus" as I did in #50 and feeling absolutely no guilt about it.
52. Having all my music stored in something that fits in my pocket.
53. Pork BBQ.
54. Canada.
55. Kayaking.
56. Finishing a crossword puzzle.
57. Coffee table books.
58. Rustic furniture.
59. A good, cleansing poop.
60. Flannel
61. Making it to work without hitting a single red light.
62. Euchre.
63. A couch that you sink right into.
64. Netflix.
65. Freedom, no matter what some may tell you.
66. Having made it this long without owning a cell phone.
67. A bar that has a kick-ass jukebox.
68. Mexican food.
69. This seems like as good a place as any to stop.