10 Things I Love (100 Things, Part IV)

Ahh, it’s Monday.  Time for me to be a complete slacker by creating a fluff post bore you to tears post another installment of my ongoing series “100 Things About Me”.

Wait?  It’s NOT Monday?  Well, I started typing this on Monday.  But seeing as I am having the Week From Hell, I bumped the list for dead mice and Earth Day rants (rants are so much easier to come up with!).  Week From Hell details will be Friday or Saturday and “comment catchup” will likely be tomorrow….if I’m not in jail first for killing a few select people.

Anyway - deep cleansing breath……

This week’s installment is “Ten Things I Love” and as I am determined to not take the easy way out by listing my children, my husband or puppy-dog kisses, let’s see what I can come up with:

1. I love being overscheduled.  This may sound crazy, but I function best when I have too many things to do.  I set up plans of action, lists, etc.  It’s when I have only 1 or 2 things to do that my life completely falls apart.
2. I love saving money.  Nothing gives me more of a thrill that getting a good deal.  I swear that I almost had an orgasm in line at Coldwater Creek the day that I got about $1000 worth of clothes for just under $200.  Ok - I also like spending money…way more than my husband would like, but now that I am “couponing” I am freeing up more money for the really important things.  Like new shoes.
3. I love going to church.  I no longer look at it as a pain in the ass that we have to do “for the sake of the children”.  We put Prince #2 in “Little Church” (which is like a pre-school CCD),Brad takes The Queen to the crying room and I sit with Prince #1 in the pews.  It calms me down and helps me put the week in perspective.  Just think what a nutjob I would be if I didn’t go to church.
4. I love being at home.  Note, I didn’t necessarily say “with my kids”, but that part is pretty cool too.  I was never one of those women who liked working or felt like they were more “fulfilled” because they had a career.  I guess it wasn’t that shocking when my sister gave me a coffee mug that said “I was never meant to work”
5. I love clean sheets - and the higher the thread count the better.  I am fanatical about changing sheets.  Always on Monday and oftentimes an additional 1-2 times per week.  This is why I will never have sex on Mondays (unless we are out-of-town)…I want at least ONE night with perfectly clean, crisp sheets
6. I love doing things by myself.  And not in that “hey - why don’t I change my own oil?” way.  I love going to the movies by myself, out to eat, an art gallery, etc.  I also enjoy getting up at 4:30am while the whole house is sleeping and being able to watch TV, clean the kitchen, fold laundry or just sit at the computer. I think that this comes from my basic dislike of all people.
7. I love cloth napkins, glass plates and the proper stemware:  there are no paper plates or napkins in this house and there never will be.  I even have special matching “party china” (a set of 24 plates, dessert plates, bowls, wine & water glasses and champagne flutes).  That’s why God invented dishwashers and washing machines.  I use the Waterford and good china, even when I’m alone.  Who am I supposed to save it for…the Pope?  Well he just visited the US and didn’t knock on my door so I guess that would have been a waste!
8. I love being creative.  Whether I am making jewelry, decorating cakes, doing needlework or scrapbooking, there is something about doing crafts that soothes me.  And now that we have hardwood floors in the whole house, the glitter is much easier to clean up!
9. I love writing:  and that is something that I never thought that I would say.  But this blog has become one big therapy session for me.  Sure, I try to pepper it with humor, but many of the things that I write about are issues/annoyances that I would have otherwise kept bottled up inside me (I’m good at that) and then taken my frustration out on my family by snapping at my husband or putting one of my children in time out for the tiniest infraction.  So thanks to you who come visit and comment for making me realize that I am not alone
10. I love being old:  I turned 39 recently and some people may get upset at the ever-ticking years, but I don’t.  If nothing else, the older I get, the more slack people cut me when I act like a crotchety old fucktard.  And when I look back at my life, I’ve actually had a pretty good one….and with each passing year it seems to get better.  What’s not to love about that?

Ok - and not on the list, because when/if my husband reads this he will look at me and pout…I love my husband, my children, my family.  Happy dear?