10. Comedians. I'm a nut myself, and a bizarre one at that, so it should come as no surprise that my favorite is Steven Wright, but I like all comedians.
9. Pizza. A diet book I'm reading says I should give up cheese. Either I'm going to throw the book in the trash or i'm going to have to find a pizza place that will make mine with imitation cheese, because I'm not giving up this indulgence.
8. Writing. I am a creative animal. Although I am not as active as I have been in the past, I have crafted poems and a few short stories. Nothing published as yet, but that's not the point for me.
7. Sudoku. A logic puzzle that involves numbers but does not require any math to solve. If you don't know what it is, you should check it out. Like chess, it's easy to learn, but sometimes hard to solve the conundrum of success.
6. History. I majored in history when I was still trying to gain a degree. Like to tour historical sites, and, a weird side of me likes to wander through old cemetaries looking at tombstones.
5. Reading. Love to read. My earliest recollection of childhood is being taught to read by Mary Phillips, a HS student who I imagine went on to be a teacher. We read a Bugs Bunny book.
4. Movies. I never got around to getting the HD converter (nothing on TV worth watching anyway except sports). I watch a lot of movies on DVD as a result, and like to spend time after work relaxing with one.
3. Pennie. I acquired the job as caretaker and facilitator of the lifestyle of a grey tabby while I was on unemployment. She is a very independent creature, but when I turn on my car alarm at 2am on arriving home, more often than not she hears it and is up in the window waiting on me. I named her "Pennie" with the "ie" at the end instead of a "y' just to be different.
2. Valentine's Day. For years I have had a tradition of sending a carnation 9or in more prosperous years a rose) to each of my female coworkers at work. Not for any expected liaison, just for the pure enjoyment of brightening their days.
1. The Dallas Cowboys losing: Living in Texas and not liking the misnamed "America's Team" can be hell. It sure makes it better when I can go out the door floating in stead of drug down by gloating fans.