A few love affairs

Here are a few things I love....

I love old cars. I used to drive a '69 Mustang fastback, with a 351 Windsor (bored 30 over, with JBA headers, Holley 4 barrel carburetor and a few other minor "fixes" to make it barely street legal). I bought it when I was a freshman in college when it needed a whole lot of work. Over the course of about 3 years, I put over $10,000 into that thing. It was gorgeous. Ok... maybe not so much the body because there was still a ton of work to do there, but the rest of it was awesome. It was painted to look like a Mach 1. The rims came off of a pristine Shelby, shown just once. I did the entire interior myself (thank you very much) and had a mechanic friend of mine rebuild the engine (after I blew a freeze plug drag racing and cracked the engine block. Whoopsy daisy!). There wasn't a piece of metal that I didn't touch on that car. Everything inside and under the hood was either new or refurbed. Beautiful.  I loved the way that car would rumble at idle. It would make a Harley Davidson sound like a toy. Talk about a dude-magnet. (And the fact that I could talk 'car' with other guys could cause a grown man to cry.) Oh, I loved that car. I had it for about 8 years when I finally sold it in Montana. Cars like that aren't practical when you live in places where there is a lot of snow and ice. I bawled like a baby when it drove away. (I heard it for at least 10 blocks... That sound will forever be a part of me.) 

I love cold sheets on a warm evening - especially when I have freshly shaven legs. I love the softness against my skin, all slippy and cool. I can't help but slide my legs back and forth when I first climb into bed. It just feels so good!

I love watching sheep run. It is hysterical! My sister and I actually made a game of this, lovingly referred to as "Sheep Screaming." Oh, people... the boredom that ensues in a small Oregon town is just incredible. When you live in a small town, you just look for any sort of entertainment possible... and we discovered that if you scream at a herd of sheep, one will usually startle and start to run, and like the domino effect, every other sheep would turn and run, too, I'm sure not knowing why.  Can you imagine this? Two late teen, maybe early twenty-something girls zooming along the back roads until they come upon a herd of unwitting sheep.... (I giggle just thinking about it.) My sister drove, and I would stick my head out of the window and scream at the top of lungs just as we passed. Sure enough, one or two would startle, and off they went. It sounds ridiculous (and it is), but... if you saw it, you'd crack up, too. It really is funny.

I love (don't gross out) the smell of dog paw-pads. I don't know why... I had a Doberman named Tara (who was pretty much the best dog on the face of the planet), and I loved the way her feet smelled. There was just something earthy about it... Kind of like the smell of horses. I love that too. Very distinct... Very memorable... Very unique... And for some reason, quite lovely.

I love to laugh. And I love making other people laugh. I just find so much amusement out of life! If you think about it, almost everything is at least a little funny. I make it a life's purpose to find the humor in almost all things. I suppose that's why I find my life so hilarious. Things just happen to me that are worthy of a belly laugh or two. My household is filled with laughter, and if you know our children, you'd know that they have definitely picked up on that. Jeffrey, from the time he was a minute old, just smiles all the time. He is such a positive bundle of joy. People are naturally attracted to him, I think because he's so smiley and giggly all the time. You can't help but laugh with him. He's already quite the comedian. And Eden is starting to learn the art of timing. The unfortunate piece to this is that often I find things amusing at the wrong times. Like... church. I can't tell you the number of times I've had to excuse myself because I thought I would implode from holding laughter in. What is it about church that brings out the funny in people? I could tell you story after story about hysterical church happenings... Suffice it to say that it's a wonder I've never been escorted out. (Although on two separate occasions, by two separate pastor-friends, I was asked after the service what on earth was so funny. Apparently, I can't hide it.)  Most people take themselves far too seriously that it just stifles any enjoyment they could possibly get out of life. Lighten up, folks! It would do you well to laugh at yourself from time to time. (I do it all the time....)

I love bathroom humor. Call me immature. Call it what you will. But, honestly, poo is funny. You know it. And I know it. Most people are just too stuffy to admit it. (I almost inserted a poo picture, but... decided against it. But just know I'm totally cracking up right now.)

Those are just a few of my love affairs, randomly speaking.