Hate Love Affair

I hate sitting unproductively, staring at televised sporting events.

I love that an opossum waddled out into the road and because there isn’t much traffic out here, I could slow down and allow him to “notice” my car and hasten his waddle to the other side. So cute!

I hate clutter, which accumulates more clutter.

I love filing things away and thinking of new ways to store information.

I hate that I can’t wrap my head around what to keep and what not to keep on my computer.

I love being able to look at my, and others, pictures.

I hate that there are people who are rude, manipulative and mean, and who lie and who tell you they’ll be there and then aren’t.

I love that I don’t have any of that kind of people in my life anymore.

I hate dreaming about a living blood covered goat being served on a crust, and eaten, like a pizza.

I love that I remember my dreams.

I hate feeling like I’ve spun my wheels to achieve completion on projects for work with no tangible amount of work getting done and multiple interruptions.

I love that I work from home most of the time and that when I do have to go to a campus for rehearsals, the people are awesome to be with.

I love music. I love the color yellow. I love to travel and see new things. I love to read. I love to write. I love to take walks. I love to look at things from a fresh perspective. I love a good night’s sleep. I love fresh sheets. I love my pellet stoves. (yeeha! we are toasty warm) I love that I have an irreverent and wacky take on life.

I hate stinkbugs.

I love Mike, the terminator, who eats stinkbugs.