Got this idea from Cath’s Blog. I’ll stray a little… Also tag Thomma and Ali.
8 Things I’m Passionate About…
Family Art
Music Books Animals
History Writing Loyal
8 Things I Want To Do before I Die:
In the fall, follow Route 1 from NC to Canada. Every year I say I’ll do this, then forget.
Visit the Seychelles Islands, Adriatic Sea, and yeah, Greenland too.
On impulse and alone; get in my car and hit the backroads for several weeks, sans cell-phone, sans map or destination.
Create a masterpiece with my words.
Change another’s life for the better.
8 Books I Recently Read:
The Faith Club, Left To Tell, The Emancipators Wife and this is all as of late, as I’ve been writing.
8 Favorite Songs:
I dance all across the boards here as all music appeals to me. It would simply be impossible… from opera to rap…country to rock etc… I heart it all.
8 Things Which Attract Me To People:
Easier for me to weed out and say the few things I don’t like as well;
I like people who weave their own threads with unique textures and colorful emotions. And I truly think it’s imperfections which make a person beautiful.
I love it when people present their ideas with a genuine, fiery passion. And the ones who can see the grey areas in between this sometimes black and white easy-breezy-world of ours.
I shy away from people who sacrifice kindness toward others just for one-upmanship or just to be cool. And I hate when people mistake kindness for weakness.
I have no tolerance for people who use their past misfortunes as crutch and sense of entitlement.
I do not like it when people go on and on about religion, pushing their beliefs… I do believe in God, however I believe we do not need to take the same path to get to Him.
8 Things That make Me Smile:
Barefoot on a beach.
A bag of Gummi Bears.
See my pups grinning. What? You didn’t know dogs smile?
My teen’s excitement on a weekend night as she prepares to destress from the school week, and the fact that she can time her driving to be where she is stalled behind a public transit bus in front of an all boys’ school, when school dismisses each day.
Coming across a Greasy Spoon diner on a winding backroad, ordering the daily special, pulling up a stool and listn’ to the locals converse. I think this is more of comfort, but I’ll list it here.
A extended smile that warms the heart and nourishes the soul.
Dessert before dinner.
A bouquet of wild flowers, given by small, grubby hands, which ends up gracing my worn-out kitchen table.
What’s playn’: INDIGO GIRLS. And thanks Jenna for giving me this wonderful CD for my BD. Loves it!