I’ve been in a fairly foul mood lately.  It is not one thing in particular that has dimmed my usually cheery perspective.  No, it is the cumulative effect of bad news, bad weather, bad timing, and bad decisions that seems to have worn me down.  So, in an effort to exercise my grumpy demons I’ve put together a list of what I like, dislike, love, and hate.   

          I hate spam.  The food and the annoying email. 

I dislike protesters even when I support what they are rallying about.  I just don’t think there is any dignity in taking to the streets screaming at the top of your lungs.   

I like Kate Bush’s new CD. 

I love the Atlantic Ocean but don’t care for the Pacific. 

Love the Red Sox.  Hate the Yankees.  Desperately miss Johnny Damon. 

I hate Brussels Sprouts so much that I hate Belgium too. 

I think Renee is playing us and I don’t like that.  However, I’m sure Lucy is playing us and I kind of respect that. 

I hate being short. 

I don’t like ice cream. 

I like wild life okay as long as it’s not in my back yard.  I hate putting out the garbage under the watchful eyes of a coyote.  Sure, I’m bigger than he is but his fangs are sharper than mine and his claws are longer.   

I love 4 wheel drive. 

I like steam heat better than radiant heat. 

I don’t like the EU.  I think they’re up to something.  Any club that lets France in you got to worry about. 

I love the way football players look from behind.  Especially the kickers. 

I love to fly but I hate airplanes.   

I hate those store fliers that they put in your mailbox whether you want them or not.   

I like deviled eggs. 

Don’t like deviled ham. 

Don’t like American Idol.  Don’t like Dancing, Skating, Dieting with the Stars.   

I don’t like it when they put things in my cereal box.  Free stuff is great.  I like free stuff but I don’t want free non-edibles touching my food.   

I like firemen.  Come on, what’s not to love about a guy with his own axe? 

I like Gerald Ford.  I think he was the best president ever.   

I don’t like Colorado.   

I love rocking chairs on the front porch.  Boy, it makes me sound like an old fart.   

I love to write.  Hate to proofread.  Like fan mail.  Dislike people pointing out my spelling errors.  

Well, this didn’t make me feel much better but it didn’t make me feel worse either.  So, I guess it’s a draw.