Over the past week or so, I've kind of become obsessed with a YouTube vlogger named +bitsandclips. She has probably already contacted her lawyer to prepare a restraining order...even though she lives alllll the way across the country in a place called "Seattle." It's where all of the hipsters and coffee come from...and apparently, where aliens park their space ships for safe-keeping. (#MIBreference #seenit72000times)

ANYway, sometimes vloggers do "tags" where they give their friends assignments like "What's in My Diaper Bag" or "50 things about me" or "Love/Hate". Since I don't currently vlog and don't have a YouTube friend to tag me, I'm just going to do one of the "tags" here in blog form. Did you follow all of that? #beholdtherunonsentence 

And, since I don't have a diaper bag or nearly enough ambition to come up with 50 things about myself and no confidence that anyone would want to know that many things about me, anyway, I'm going to do the Love/Hate tag. However, I'm going to call it Love/Don't Love instead because my 9-year-old niece told me "hate" is a bad word and we shouldn't say it. ;)

So, here's the list.

I love (in no particular order)...

  1. Jesus. Deal with it.
    Me, singing to my Savior. #happyplace
    Just kidding. But, honestly, I know there are people out there that think I'm stupid or weak or uneducated or ignorant or judgmental or naive because I'm a Christian and that's ok. I mean, it's not fun for people to think that, or speak that, or give you that look that might as well be words that say that. But, I'd be lying if I said I didn't sometimes think unflattering things about people who don't agree with me or live life the way I do. It's in us to compare and contrast ourselves against others, for whatever reason, and, of course, to always think we are right. Nevertheless, I love Jesus and I love you even though we're not the same...unless you're really mean/violent person or hurt my family. But, that's for the other list...
  2. My family. We're awesome. You want to be us. You just do. It's ok.
  3. All things British...except the food. But, since I just blogged about that, I won't repeat why, here.
  4. Coffee. I love coffee with my bible in the wee hours of the morning. I love coffee in the afternoons, mostly because it reminds me of being in my grandma's kitchen. I love coffee at night because I usually have it with friends and that's always lovely. I just love coffee. It's warm and comforting and is like a hug in a cup.
  5. Going to the beach. The breeze, the sand, the colors, the intertwined sound of the waves coming in and going out along with the birds and the wind...it just sounds and smells like peace to me. 
  6. Bald guys. I blame Yul Brynner for this. If you've never watched the version of "The King & I" with he and Deborah Kerr (and why wouldn't you have already?!?!), do it. The. Dancing. Scene. Holy hot flashes, Batman. Oh. My. Goodness. Whew. I have a "moment" every time I see it. Ever since first "discovering" him and this movie, I love me a tall, strongly-built bald dude. #fansself
  7. Lists. I love writing things down and scratching them off. I am doing it right now. The rush of accomplishment I feel when I finish scratching off all the things on my list-of-the-moment is akin to getting a gold star from teacher or bringing my dad to see my room after I'd cleaned it. #tada! It's awesome.
  8. Nail Polish. Which I always want to write as one word. I currently have approximately 100 bottles. I go through phases where I will paint my nails every day or every other day and make sure my outfit always matches. Then, there are other phases where I just don't care and the polish can not only be mismatched but chippy for days and I'm like "meh. whatever." I'm in one of those phases right now, but not so much because I don't care. I just don't have time. Between the fire aftermath and trying to make up missed time at work and catch up on editing backlog and, you know, finding time to sleep, my nails have taken a back seat.
    I love black polish!
  9. Coke Zero. Yes, I know it is horrible for me. I mean, the stuff is all chemicals and can eat through the corrosion on battery cables, but...ugh...I love it. When I've had a hard day, I just WANT it...and nachos...and chocolate. It's kind of a problem.
  10. My kiddos. Well, they aren't MY kiddos. I didn't grow them in my uterus. Is that a weird word to just put out there on the internet? Probably. Sorry. But, anyway, I mean my nieces and nephews. I love them like I ̶g̶r̶e̶w̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶u̶t̶e̶r̶u̶s̶ birthed them. I just love them so much, it hurts sometimes. They are so precious to me and so much fun and give me so much love in return. Ugh. #tititears #theycallmeTiTi #asinTeeTeenotTitty #nonotteeteemeaningtopotty #ohnevermind
  11. Music/Singing. I have music going for most of my waking hours and I sing all the time. I sing quietly or in my head at work, loudly in the car, equally loudly in the shower, and while I'm doing chores or any activity really. I also have a tendency to make up big and opera-style arias about random things I do around my house, such as: washing dishes, taking out the trash and going to pee.
  12. Certain Celebrities/Actors. There are several celebrities/actors I just love and will watch in pretty much anything no matter how lame or cheesy. They are: Audrey Hepburn, Jimmy Stewart, Julie Andrews, Hugh Jackman, Sandra Bullock, Morgan Freeman, Amy Adams, Alfre Woodard, Bill Murray, Bill Cosby, James Earl Jones, and Drew Barrymore. I'm sure I'm forgetting a few. Trying to remember random strangers you love is hard. (Note, I'm not including singers because, holy, that would be a long list.)
  13. Mike Rowe. Mike deserves his own number on this list instead of being lumped in with other celebrities I love because "He NEEDS to call me." #buffythevampireslayerreference Seriously, I don't know if he loves Jesus or not, but, once we square that away, we will be married and have little sarcastic children and travel the world getting dirty together. Well, um, they will get dirty and I will take pictures and laugh a lot.
  14. Cornball movies/shows. The more ridiculous, the better. I'm talking Monty Python, Drop Dead Fred, Encino Man, Napoleon Dynamite, Nacho Libre, MST3k, Strange Brew, Dr. Strangelove, Dr. Katz - Professional Therapist, Miranda, Pushing Daisies...again, I know I'm forgetting a few, but, remembering all the random, weird TV shows and movies you love is hard.
  15. My eyes. They are hazel, just like my Mom's, and pretty much the only aspect of my physical appearance that I like. I could ramble on about all the things I dislike and take up the next 13 hours of your life, but I won't. #yourewelcome. But my eyes...I kinda dig them. They change colors depending on what I'm wearing, so I call them my mood eyes; and they look super green when I cry...which is a lot. Every emotion I experience will, at one point in time or another, lead to my tearing up. It's how I roll. Anyway, my eyes are pretty. The end.

What I don't love...

  1. Awnings on houses. They make me angry. I fully realize this is a stupid thing to have such a strong opinion about, but, nonetheless...there it is. Awnings are for hotels or cafe's or little shops with outdoor displays...not for homes. 
  2. I think I'm going to continue with the ridiculous things I don't love, because there are several and by acknowledging that they are stupid things to have strong opinions about, I'm less likely to tick people off...So, that said, #2 is unintentional food mixage. Yes, "mixage" is too a word. If I choose to add corn to my rice dish or dunk my meat loaf into my mashed potatoes, that is ok and not gag-inducing. If I am served a plate and vegetable juice seeps over onto my meat or pasta or something, that is not ok and I will gag and have to surgically remove the contaminated food parts and then scooch the various foods away from each other before I can begin eating. Yes, I know I'm weird.
  3. My name: Tina. It's a floozy name. If there is a character in a book or movie or tv show, she is not going to be a nice, normal SAHM or something. She is going to be a bimbo, a stripper, a ditzy blonde or something like that. I'll give you one example...When the show "ER" was on, there was a 12 year old patient who was in for a broken leg, which was the result of being run over by a "John" who didn't want to pay for services rendered. While they were checking her out, they discovered she also had an STD. Her name was, obviously, Tina. That about says it all. If I had a mic right now, I'd drop it. My dislike of my floozy name has also led to my having strong opinions about what humans name other humans...but I won't go into that because it for sure will upset people and I don't want to do that because I'm nice and polite and stuff.
  4. Pruney fingers. Like, seriously. I love baths and swimming, but I hate for my fingers to get pruney, so, when I am doing these things, I try to keep my hands out of the water as much as possible. Which. Is. Weird. These activities, typically, require full immersion for the most part, but...not for me. I look the most ridiculous when in a pool, because I keep my hands up (think "a person's reaction when someone shouts 'This is a stick up!'") while floating and bouncing around the pool. It's insane, but, those are the lengths I go to for my weirdness.
  5. "Wrong" hamburger construction. There is, in fact, an absolutely right way to put a hamburger together. Consequently there is an absolutely wrong way to construct a hamburger, as well. The right way hinges on the proper placement of the sauce-type condiments and the vegetable condiments. Too often, though, I get a burger that has the lettuce and tomato on the bottom or the lettuce on top of the pattie or no sauce-type condiments on the bottom. Each of these are egregious problems all by themselves. Combine them and you wind up with half of the burger in your lap or bread too soggy to hold the burger together, much less eat. Let me explain further, because clearly I haven't said enough about proper burger construction already. ;) If you put the veggie condiments on the bottom, where there is generally no sauce-type condiments, there's nothing to hold the veggies in place and so the whole thing kind of shifts and slides and falls apart, and the bottom bun gets super soggy and gross. If you put the lettuce on top of the pattie it wilts and just gets all limp and too gross to eat. So, the proper method for constructing a hamburger is as follows: top bun with sauce-type condiments (all of the ones you want...not like just ketchup and then mayo on the bottom. You want the flavor to surround each bite of burger...or at least I do, so therefore, everyone should, clearly), lettuce, tomato, any other veggies, cheese, pattie, bottom bun, again with sauce-type condiments. And, there you have it, the proper way to construct a burger...and more words that have ever been typed on the subject in the whole history of mankind.
  6. Velcro shoes. These are for toddlers and the arthritic and no one else. They just look silly and the velcro never holds up as long as the shoes do because they get all sorts of lint and stuff in there. So, unless you are three or 73...just don't.
  7. Monograms. Ok, so I know this is going to be one that will probably tick a few people off, but...I'm sorry. It is something I feel very passionate about, so, it's on the list. I'll keep my "I think it's just cheesy" commentary to myself and go a more practical route for this. If you get something monogrammed, you can never donate or gift it to anyone else. Ever. I mean, I don't know about your family, but in ours clothes make the rounds...especially kids clothes. My nephews have worn clothes from several older cousins who have since passed it on to another cousin's child. If everything my nieces owned had their initials across the chest or butt, that would never have been possible and those clothes would have languished on some thrift store shelf before eventually being tossed because no one else's little girls had the initials KFG or TJG. Handing clothes down from sibling to sibling or cousin to cousin or from your closet to a consignment shop is a blessing to so many people. So, think about that before you rush out and monogram every stitch of fabric associated with your child, please. Other moms will thank you for it. :)
  8. Usernames and Profile pics for pretty much every guy on any dating site. If you don't have a shirt on or your handle includes the words "lover" or "boi" or "4u"...that would be a "no" for me. I have seriously thought of offering a service through my photography business that would provide nice, normal looking headshots and handle recommendations for single guys hoping to find love online that won't creep ladies out. The problem is, I think these guys don't realize they are being creepy and would never pay for such a service. #iseecreepyguysandtheydontevenknowtheyarecreepy #sixthsensereference
  9. "Eaux" for the letter "O" or an "oh" sound. As a grammar nerd and almost English Lit double major, this drives me bonkers. It's very much a Louisiana thing, so if you are reading this and don't know what I'm talking about, forgive me; but, locals know what I mean. It is a play on spelling with a hat tip to our French heritage, I suppose. So, instead of "Go", people write "Geaux" as in "Geaux Saints!" But, it's just not ok. Geaux is not a word. I feel as strongly about the use of "eaux" as I do about how humans name humans. I realize it is a pretty silly thing to feel so strongly about, but there it is.
  10. Ok, this is going to be the last one because, dang, this got long. So, #10 is...waitforiiiiiit...Valentine's Day. I will probably feel a bit differently about this day (and Mother's Day) should I ever have a Valentine or a family of my own, but, until then it is just a big, giant, kinda rude and in-your-face reminder of what my life lacks. Walking through life with that type of big life thing, carrying that "hope deferred"...for another year, again...on a regular day is hard. But, Valentine's Day is just kind of a jerk and show-off about the whole thing. It kind of ticks me off. So, over the past few years, I've started going into stores and accosting the Valentine's Day stuff (in a non-criminal damage kind of way). Sometimes I even make a video of my antics.
So, there you have it...my Love/Don't Lovelist. It went way longer than I expected. It also took longer to write than I expected, if that makes you feel any better.

If you want to just skim and watch the vids, I totally understand.

Happy skimming!