I may have a few.
Oh, how I love thee. Non-diet, sugar-laden, bright red can Coca Cola. For many people, this drink defines me. I received 2 24-packs at my wedding as a dear gift… though they mysteriously diappeared before they reached my house. Are you out there, Person who swiped my Joy? You owe me. A friend recently remarked that our recycling bin was 99% full of the red and white aluminum… and it’s true. Our retirement is in that can. Ten cents return on every can I drink adds up. We will be millionaires in no time, all because of my sweet little addiction for one-a-day bliss.
They have driven me to the height of creativity and to the darkest parts of depression. I am addicted to words in any form. Graffiti, children’s books, menus, quotes, stinging arguments, eulogies, lyrics, cards, child babbling, unbelieveable encouragement… words. My mind is constantly filled with beautiful, rambling, strings of words.
based on a true story movies
Seriously. You show me any film with a mere glimpse of what once was and I’m in whole heartedly. Seabiscuit, Schindler’s List, Radio, We Are Marshall, Rudy, Titanic, Remember the Titans, Miracle, The Hurricane, The Pursuit of Happyness, Walk the Line, Erin Brockovich, A League of Their Own, Boys Don’t Cry, Catch Me if You Can, Blood Diamond, Finding Neverland… oh man.
I once (with the help of another roommate) convinced 2 roommates that we needed and could afford ESPN in college. I luh-huuuv sports. I will watch a Little League game of kids I do not know. I’ve even been known to watch golf if nothing else is on. My first love is college anything… basketball, football, baseball, soccer. I love it. But I am also dedicated to gymnastics, surf finals, motocross, tennis, track and field, and good lord even the lumberjack finals. It’s ridiculous.
And those are just the obvious ones.
Therapy could make a mint off me.
Time for you to share…
[oh and ps… thanks for all the sympathy, commiseration, and flat-out mockery I received on the finger-sewing incident. I love y’all.]