Today I . . .

love . . .


my sloppy three-bedroom home I share with no one . . . costume jewelry . . . day job . . . that I am fortunate enough to be able to have a second job . . . . that I have the energy for a second job . . . chicken salad . . . dancing . . . . clean clothes . . . my daughter . . . shooting pool . . . that Jay does not live with me . . . purses . . . apple orchards . . . tag sales . . . flying . . . receiving flowers . . . oak trees . . . lady bugs . . . ceramic tile . . . dogs . . . Wisk . . . hot tubs . . . gardens . . . rootbeer floats . . . menudo . . . writing . . . sweaters and long sleeves . . . sparklers . . . thunderstorms . . . naps . . . hugs . . . living alone . . . . Thanksgiving holiday . . . the colors yellow, orange and red . . . but especially red . . . FaceBook . . . smelling good . . . cool weather . . . . flirting . . . that I survived last year's automobile accident . . . scarves . . . . leather gloves . . . hand written letters . . . rainbows . . . Xanax . . . pecan pie . . . pretty stationery . . . fresh bread . . . hat boxes . . . colored glass bottles . . . theater . . . lazy afternoons . . . westerns . . . carnivals . . . boots . . . jack-o-lanterns . . . chili pepper decor . . . rubber stamping . . . fresh squeezed orange juice . . . new clothes . . . puzzles . . . white whites . . . fireplaces . . . young love . . . Tejano music . . . pants with pockets . . . the beach . . . flea markets . . . trinket boxes . . . room service . . . long skirts . . . asparagus . . . day dreaming . . . roses and sunflowers . . . being a female . . . still looking good after the automobile accident . . . Dallas Cowboys . . . make-up . . . my bed . . . Clean House . . . quiet moments . . . reading . . . full-service gasoline stations . . . watching people . . . Zumba . . . my friends . . . fall . . . roasted corn on the cob . . . farm tables . . . being noticed . . . Christmas music . . . silk . . . star gazing . . . making cards . . . caramel frappes . . . shopping . . . driving aimlessly . . . turning men's heads . . . Ray Posada . . . laughing . . . crying from joy . . . time alone . . .


dislike . . .


time alone . . . bigots . . . narrow-minded people . . . lazy landlords . . . lost time . . . days after days of hot weather . . . cheating men...and women . . . Lubbock, TX . . . filing at my day job . . . answering the phone, any phone . . . living alone . . . nosy people . . . malicious gossip . . . Minnesota Vikings and Green Bay Packers . . . maintenance on my car . . . doing laundry . . . eating alone . . . hurting . . . crying from pain . . . pumping gasoline in my car . . . microwaves . . . paper towels . . . drive through . . . hurting someone . . . washing dishes . . .


miss . . .


New Hampshire . . .


have . . .


my health . . . two jobs . . . my faith . . . a car . . . a roof over my head . . . family . . . friends . . . two TVs I don't watch . . . washer and dryer . . . stove and refrigerator . . . money in the bank . . . time


want . . .


love . . . Dallas Cowboys to go to the Super Bowl . . . Nina and Jay to be loved, happy and fulfilled . . . but mostly to forget Ray Posada . . .