Wednesday, February 11, 2009

a kiss is a promise

I was a late bloomer in the kissing-field, but since that awkward first, I've thoroughly enjoyed those moments. Kisses are so sweet. As are hugs. But I'll hug anyone. Kisses are reserved for very special someones.

so here's my bucket list of places to get kissed before I die:
on top of a mountain (no mt. everest, of course. possibly after a ski-left has taken us to the top)
in the rain
in the snow
in a fancy restaurant
at midnight on new year's ever
at my wedding
in a foreign country
while in the ocean
in Times Square
on a camping trip
on a picnic
under mistletoe
in a black & white photo
while cooking dinner
by the christmas tree
in front of a fire place (with a fire burning)
on a ski lift
to shut me up mid-ramble
in a museum
while on a boat
while in an airplane
in two (three, four) places at once 
in las vegas
on the beach
in Fiji
on  a playground

Monday, February 9, 2009

things that make me smile

painted nails
unbeatable joy
scrubs, the show
the feeling of accomplishment on a great project
my dad
kisses
when Hope peeks her face through the curtains
great bargains
color coordination
using big words
surprises
sunflowers
sending mail
art supplies
hot chocolate in a big mug. with whipped cream.
chocolate covered pretzel ice cream (and cookies 'n cream. fudge tracks.. ice cream in general)
cleaning house
running three miles
cheesy romantic stories
sleeping in
falling for someone
singing
rcokin' out to hiphop songs
workout videos
sewing
& being creative
reuniting with friends
being in love with my best friend
playing scrabble with my parents
pillows
making hard-earned money
brightly colored accessories 
discoveries
watching "the oc" reruns on soapnet
snow days