I love Cheerios. and Crocs, email, and candles. I love books and reading and talking about books. I love crocheting and gloves and football. Okay, baseball, too. Okay, basketball, too. I'd love to love NASCAR, but can't make it happen--and I've tried. I love the smell of lemon, soft rock music, icemakers, and diet coke. I love Summer, TV, chocolate ice cream, bonfires, and picnics. The smell of exhaust and gasoline and traveling in the car. Marigolds, talk radio, flannel sheets, Spring, and the National Anthem. I love college football starting and baseball season starting and March madness starting. I love calendars and Southern Living Magazine and St. Patrick's Day and yellow. I love lipstick, socks, and rain and Fall.
Standing by the sink, eating a bowl of Cheerios (I eat mine without sugar - so it's PURE Cheerio goodness) the thought popped into my head - "I love Cheerios." So I wrote it down. And kept going. I wrote before Valentines about how weird I am about the word "Love" with people. (http://kayshostak.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-weird-isnt-it.html) but I'm the exact opposite with inanimate objects. When I was a teenager a friend of our family asked me, "Kay, what don't you love?" Well, anyway, it was fun and a great way to start my morning.
What about you? What makes your list?
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I love the word "Nana" coming from my Grandchildren, looking at old family albums and remembering my life as it was then, any shade of pink and my cousin who shares her thoughts through a daily blog and starts my mornings with a smile.
Awww, Vicki, so glad to be your cousin and I love how facebook has gotten us all in touch! Just LOVE it!
You love the smell of exhaust but not NASCAR? And you're from the South. Girl, you ain't right. That's okay. I don't love football. Do you still love ME? :-)
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