As I am now the same age as Baskin Robins has flavours I thought I would post the ice cream that best defines me. Turns out ice cream and I have little in common except my stomach.Instead here are 31 things I love:
pathetic trees reaching for the sky, beer on hot days, my family, my friends, veggie burgers, the smell of rain, braclets, cbc radio, carrots, reality tv, political leadership races, dirty dancing (the movie not personal participation), a job well done, Pride and Prejudice (the book and the a&e version), whispy clouds over mountain peaks, a good laugh, listening to loud music, napping, chatting, a dreamy gaze, the pink skirt my mom bought me in the 6th grade, the west wing, jello (green is the best), not taking yourself too seriously, the sound of water, shoes, acceptance, change, being silly, the pictures my sister creates on paint and sends to me in the middle of the day, people who sign my guest book, bright colors and God (or atleast I am trying)