Wild Geese That Fly with the Moon on Their Wings

Etc.

I've been keeping a list of things that I like, and today I decided to blog about it. It turns out that I like a lot of things. The list has gotten so long--unbloggable, really--that I decided to make it an alphabetical one, for some sense of order and limits.

Obviously this list cannot be definitive. The alphabet restricts it from being so. For example, I wished that


Arvin Sloane (Sloane, Arvin)

could have made it on there, but that would have used up an A or an S, and how could I toss


ABBA

or


steel guitar?? And


Pee-Chees had to trump


Puffalumps (and Pound Puppies...and Popples, actually).

Some things I like better than others. I'll let you guess.

Also, for the record, I like my husband, all of my family and in-laws, and all of my friends (including you, reader), so, sorry, none of you people make it on the list, because then it would just be too long, and you'd think I was bragging that I know so many likeable people.

On to The List. (I would include pictures, but it took long enough to do the 5 above. Sorry!)

A is for ABBA . . . like there was ever any question about that.

B is for "Baby, It's Cold Outside" by Ray Charles--the best and smoothest version of that song.

C is for chunky peanut butter, which goes with practically everything.

D is for Deep Valley, MN, a fictional town "aptly named" by one of my fave authors, Sister Lovelace.

E is for the Electric Slide. It's electric! And present at many a community function. And, never-ending.

F is for fresh basil, which goes with anything that doesn't go with chunky peanut butter.

G is for the giraffe at the Santa Barbara Zoo with the crooked neck.

H is for the Hollywood Bowl in the summer.

I is for Isaac Mizrahi, elite designer-turned-clother of the Target masses.

J is for jacaranda trees.

K is for "Kermit thee Frog here" performing "Rainbow Connection," strumming his banjo upon a rock in the woods.

L is for Lisa Frank, commander of pinks and purples, of airbrushed unicorn art-on-plastic.

M is for mistletoe.

N is for nothing, as in doing nothing, as in "There's nothing to do for once, so I'm going to sit here and do nothing." (This rarely happens, but sometimes you just need to do nothing anyway. Or make lists.)

O is for outlet shopping.

P is for Pee-Chee folders in all their sporty glory.

Q is for quiche. "How you spell it?" "You don't spell it, son--you eat it!"

R is for roller skating, which I rocked at in my younger days, and which I don't do nearly enough of anymore.

S is for steel guitar, the best thing to hit country music since the hat.

T is for tea sets.

U is for Uchtdorf, Elder Dieter. I could listen to him talk all day.

V is for Video Spot (or was it Stop?? I can't remember), where you could rent "Return to Oz" and "My Little Pony" videos.

W is for Wiggum, Ralph. (Ralph to Bart: "Hey, I know you from school!")

X is for "X marks the spot. Circle and a dot. Up the ladder, down the ladder, dot dot dot."

Y is for Yoplait Light. C'est si bon . . . eet eez soooo good.

Z is for . . . Z (aka the sound of Zorro's sword making "the sign of the Z." Can I put it in writing? "Whit-whit-whit"?)

Go ahead, bloggers, try The List. It will make you happy. Also, it's a good way to brush up on those ABCs.