It's Like She Knows Me...

One of my favourite fellow bloggers posted her top 10 favourite things starting with the letter R and I just couldn't resist getting in on the action. Lucky for me, she couldn't have picked a more appropriate letter.

If you want to participate, leave a comment on this post and I will assign you a letter. You then write about 10 things you love that begin with your assigned letter and post them on your blog. When people comment on your posted list, you give them a letter and the chain continues on and on.

So here it goes, my Top Ten Things That Start With The Letter "F":

1. Fuck.

I'm not below starting with the obvious. The word "fuck" is my most favouritest word in the English language. It is infinitely descriptive but at the same time there's absolutely no ambiguity about it. It adds emphasis, passion and gravity to every sentence it touches. However, one has to be cautious about over-using this powerful word--they don't call it the "F bomb" for nothing.

2. Friends/Family.

For me they're inseparable. Friends are the family you choose and family are the friends you were born with. I am fortunate to have won the friends and family lottery of life and I'm eternally grateful and probably not even remotely grateful enough. My friends and family give my life meaning and purpose--without them I would be incomplete and that both scares me and comforts me. I know--I'm an enigma.

3. French Fries.

The potato is best not when it's mashed, baked or boiled but when it is Julienned and fried in a vat of boiling Canola oil. Twice.

4. My Flute.

I played the flute all through highschool and I was pretty good, too! I longed for a flute of my own but since they're either plated with or made entirely from silver they tend to be a bit expensive. One magical Christmas My Honey gave me my very own flute. I was so moved I cried, no sobbed. The look on his face was priceless--I think his first thought was, " Oh man have I blown it! She's so disappointed she's crying!"--but then he realized they were tears of joy. It is the best gift anyone has ever given me.

5. Fudge.

Strangely, not chocolate fudge as many of you might expect. Nope, I'm specifically thinking of the fudge Jackie made when my brother and I were kids and we were snowed in and she was stuck with two unruly and bored kids for an extra, unexpected day. What did she do? What any sensible surrogate mother would do--she gave us sugar!

6. Fall.

Fall would be my favourite season were it not for one thing--it leads to winter. For that I can never forgive. Ever.

7. Fingers.

Fingers are cool! They're all prehensile and stuff and they have a unique pattern all their own. They can grip really hard or touch as lightly as a feather. Really, where would we be without fingers--completely up the creek. And masturbation would be a LOT more difficult!

8. Figs.

I always liked dried figs which I first had as a child of about 12 when my favourite teacher brought them to class one day. In September 2005 My Honey and I had an opportunity to visit Tuscany and I experienced fresh figs for the first time. I smelled them before I saw them--we were walking around Sienna and we came upon a small garden and I could smell something very sweet. I came around a corner and saw a tree with these bright pinkish red exploded things all over it and it turns out they were over-ripe figs. Birds and insects were crawling all over the things and the smell of fig was overwhelming. Later I discovered there were fig trees at the villa where we were staying and I tried one whole--it was absolutely delicious! I was hooked--I ate probably 3 a day after that. I've had non-dried figs since then, but they weren't the same as the ones I had in Italy. One of many reasons I have to go back, I guess.

9. Ferrari.

Ferrari epitomizes the concept of "sports car." They're sexy, fast and expensive and when I win the lottery I am so gonna buy one.

10. Fountain pens.

The art of letter writing has been lost in this age of email, instant messaging, texting and Twitter. There's something special about the feel of a good-quality fountain pen in your hand and the way it magically glides over the paper leaving a ribbon of India ink behind it. Some people have collections well into the thousands. Needless to say, while I like fountain pens, I don't like them that much.


P.S. I just want to add this one last "F" word: floccinaucinihilipilification. How can you not love that word?