Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, I asked Alexa to assign me a letter for this ABC letter game where you write a blog post about 10 of your favorite things beginning with the letter you were assigned. I like to think of myself as fashionably late to this game, but the truth is that I've just sucked at blogging lately. Time to break that cycle by telling you about my favorite things beginning with...
...the letter A!
Side note: Wanna participate? Leave a comment with your email address and I'll assign you a letter too.
Figures that the first thing on my list would be food. I'm obsessed with artichokes. On a pizza, in a dip, with some pasta, inside ravioli, as a fried appetizer -- I'll eat any of it. Yum. I'm giving myself a craving just thinking about it...
2. Artwork - original
I adore having original art in my apartment. Art not created by me, but by someone talented. I've got that amazing piece my boss made me as a wedding gift (below) along with some more paintings my talented sister created as well. You're jealous.
3. Andrew Sullivan
He writes the Daily Dish for the Atlantic and he's a gay, Catholic, British, libertarian conservative blogger who seems to share more Democratic/left-ish views than right. Actually, he battles with conservatives quite a bit (and he despises Ann Coulter, but, then again, who doesn't? Except Satan, I mean). He's thoughtful and brilliant.
4. Awful 90s music
Ang and I haven't done Dance Party Friday since we moved into our new office space, but that doesn't stop me from loving songs by Montell Jordan, Ace of Base, TLC, Blackstreet, Michael Jackson and the rest of our god-awful DPF favorites.
I fully admit this one is a bit of a cop-out, but I'm not talking about accessories like jewelry and hair pieces. I'm talking SHOES, except my letter wasn't "S" so this is my only way to work it in here. I am mildly obsessed with shoes, even though I haven't bought a pair in, oh, a few months. I'm saving up to splurge for spring, so keep an eye on my feet once the weather warms.
Just look at that little face. Such sweet dogs. He's my mom's baby and we think he might be an Amstaff, but he could also be a Staffordshire Terrier or an American Pit Bull. They're all so closely related that it really doesn't matter except when it comes to my mom's homeowner's insurance, where we listed him as a "black and white short-hair canine cross." Suckas!
8. Amusement parks
I haven't been to an amusement park in years. Once I get past all the rampant obesity, grease, mullets and children that should be on leashes, I love it. Roller coasters, rides that spin endlessly, rides that drop you 30 stories outta nowhere, that swinging pirate ship thing -- they can make me pee my pants in terror, but it's just so fun.
Except for that horrible plane ride (which was actually made less horrible because I drugged myself to near oblivion), I'd go back in a second. It was just incredible.
I love reading about, hearing about and watching shows about angels, ghosts, spirits, etc. From sci-fi shows that debunk reported "sightings" to your own blogs about spooky hauntings to high-quality television like the Ghost Whisperer (high quality, I say!), I just can't stop myself from getting caught up it it all. I must have inherited this kookiness from my mother.