Mornings and their freshness. I hate getting out of bed, but I love mornings. My favorite part of every day is sitting with a cup of coffee as the sun rises. Bliss.
Antiques and old things. Not the ugly, foofy stuff, but the cool stuff. Old, funky furniture, old pictures, old people, but mostly super old houses. I love the history and imagining who owned it and what was like in its heyday. I want to surround my entire life with old things.
Cloudy, cozy days. No sunshine, please. Ok, a little sunshine occasionally. But mostly clouds and rain.
Having something to look forward to. It makes life so much easier when there's something coming up ahead, something exciting on the calendar. Bad days are easier when you know an escape is coming.
The satisfaction of a healthy, homemade meal. This is the stuff that makes me happy.
Playing tourist in my own city. Last weekend my mom and I went exploring, including a two hour visit to an antique shop (I lost my mind with joy) where I scored some sheet music from WWI. And then we found this teensy little coffee shop that was THE MOST HIPSTER JOINT EVER. We walked in and I immediately started to turn around and walk back out because I AM NOT WELCOME IN SUCH A PLACE. I have my hipster tendencies, but this was full on I'm so hipster I literally cannot handle myself. But my mother is brave, so I followed her back in. And I had some really darn good iced coffee, and I cannot wait to go back.
Favorite moment: a skinny guy with a fro the size of Texas walked up to the barista and said "So I just need to tell you. I really want to, like, make...like, gifs....of like, your face. *gigglegigglegiggle"
She did exactly what I would've done: turned around and walked away.
The Whole Foods salad bar. It's my favorite lunch when I forget to pack a lunch, and its healthy.
Cat meows. This cat is the most talkative thing in the universe. It drives James nuts, but I love it. She whines and talks and chatters and complains and never stops. I can look at her and say 'sup, girl? and she'll meow something back. And then walk away because she knows I want to pick her up.
Do not love:
Football season. I just hate it. I know being a girl who likes/understands/pays attention to sports is super trendy and stuff, but I will never be into it. Stick me an apron and call me old fashioned, but I'd rather spend the day in the kitchen than watch any sort of sporting event, especially football. Going to an OSU game here and there is fun with the band and the crowd cheering around you, but other than that, ew.
|script Ohio: the only good part of football season|
Cereal. I am not fan. Unless it's Cinnamon Toast Crunch right outta the box - Saturday morning 2nd grade style - then hand me eggs and bacon instead.
August. It's my least favorite month. When I was a kid it meant whines and back to school, but now it means HEAT AND HUMIDITY FO' DAYZ. I cannot deal with sweating this much out of the year. Bras can only handle so much boob sweat, ya know? I would rather take two Januarys over one August.
Late afternoons. They are pure misery for me. I'm tired, I want to go home, and the hot sun beats into my side of the building at work, making me sweat no matter the temperature of the AC. It's that awkward time between lunch and dinner where I'm starving but nothing sounds good and I don't even have a snack anyway. I do not like late afternoons.
The term "baby bump." It drives me nuts. It's cutesy and annoying and is in the same category for me as hubby, totes, adorbs, all that crap. I know I'm probably in the vast minority on this, and that's fine, but it makes me twitch and I need to tell someone.
Robin Thicke. What a skeezeball.
The library letting me check out a huge stack of books and only giving me three weeks to read them all. THE PRESSURE.