I believe there are many more things out there we like than dislike. I also believe dislikes are mentioned most often.
This week we’re going to give you some of both, but I encourage you to list yours. It’s a good pastime.
First, I like grandkids stories, like this one. Last summer granddaughter Savannah, 10, had her 10-year-old friend Danielle over for swimming. Naturally, I had bacon on hand and offered it to all. Danielle loved it, though I learned later it was her first taste.
Fast forward to Lent, 2006. Danielle’s mother asked her what she was going to give up for Lent, maybe figuring it was a tough choice, like a habit or game. Danielle answered, ‘Bacon!? Her mother called Savannah’s mother to give her thanks.
I dislike hearing politicians rant and rave about other politicos cutting budgeted money from their project, when what they are really screaming about is the cut coming from a proposed increase.
By history nearly all budgeted items get increases every year. If a ‘cut? is voted, it’s to cut the increase.
I like fried chicken, especially wings, liver, fresh asparagus, the first snow, the last snow, Model A Fords, golf shirts with pockets, trout fishing (especially if they are biting), watching a young mother’s face when you say something nice about her baby, country roads, summer, winter, spring and fall.
I don’t care to see movies or tv shows of outer space, gory stuff, reality shows, weird stuff, soaps, any continued-next-week program, potholes and county scrapers throwing gravel onto my lawn.
I like cooking hot dogs over a fire in the snow with fellow snowmobilers, sleep without dreams, baby ducks, fuzzy puppies, bright, red cardinals, mowing lawn, making people laugh and vice versa, gentle rains, watching my favorite team win and I love watching a stream.
I dislike being put in a position of mental challenge, like the puzzle Sudoku. I hate my friend Dick Korneffel who does that one in ink. I don’t care for shows with too much innuendo about sex on public broadcasts before 9 p.m.
I think there is way too much cell phone use, rock and roll music is played way too loud, has the song title sang over and over or undecipherable lyrics and it’s a real turnoff seeing pretty women inhale cigarettes to their heels.
I really love being entertained by the likes of Robin Williams (I hope you saw him on Bravo’s ‘Inside the Actor’s Studio.) Bill Cosby, Red Skelton, Art
Carney, Lucille Ball, Phyllis Diller, Ellen DeGeneres, Tim Conway, Carol Burnett, Johnny Carson and oh, so many more.
I don’t think I’ll ever get to like tattoos. Oh, there are some that entertain, like the snake that goes up over the shoulder and down the back. But, young girls with artwork on their ‘lower back? as granddaughter Karen pinpoints them, or in some other place they will never see, causes me to come to a non-liking conclusion.
I like boats, but I don’t want to own any more. I love smiles, sinking putts, Johnny Cash and Roy Clark’s singing, old hymns, Dixieland jazz, polkas and old country songs played without electronic emphasis.
My major dislike these days are headlines with the words, may, might and could. Medical stories are particularly irritating. Like: May reduce, May help lower, may help prevent, may reduce and could help. I gave ‘may? in an answer to a question in college once and the prof shot back, ‘Therefore it could also not help.?
If it may it also may not.
‘Libby defense may embarrass Bush,? ‘Williams could make history,? ‘Homeowners may cut spending in ?06? are other examples of bad headlines. Mostly what I like, besides my family, of course, are friends, laughter and life.