The Letter J

• Here's a cute little game that Emily passed on to me. I, of all things, ended up with the letter J. So, here's the rules:

• Here are the rules…If you want to play, leave a comment on this post letting me know, and I’ll assign you a letter. You write about ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter, and post it at your place. When people comment on your list, you give them a letter, and the chain continues on and on!

  
  
  Julia: What can I say? She's what made us a family. I had a dream about her the night before we got the call. Julia is my daughter. Biological or adopted, she's the best letter J in the world.
  
• Jammies--Love them, gotta have them. The more fleece the better.
  
• Humm--the boys. Ok, not offically letter J--but Rauan Joesph and Alihan John
  
• June, July--I'm freezing. Do you expect me to say anything else??? I want summer. What does that mean to me? A lot less clothing, no more shoveling, no more slipping on ice, green grass, green trees, hiking, walking the dogs, gardening, swimming, playing outside with the kids, riding my bike (yes--definitely now that I'm healthy!). I really really am starting to hate winter.
  
• Jamming down to some good old country music. Sorry--I like it and I'm not changing. We're all superstars in our car when the radio is blaring.
  
• Job--Yes, silly me. But this is what happens when you get a type A personality. I love being a nurse. And it isn't for the medical crap either (although that is pretty darn cool). I just love being a part of making things better--whether its making the child healthy, helping the family find comfort, or just guiding to the right spot. I believe a good nurse doesn't make her/himself stand out. We are just part of the comfort, the security, the cure--whatever that may be. I also just like feeling like I am contributing.
  
• Jeans. There is nothing like a damn good pair of jeans. Come on now. Jeans fit into every aspect of society, down to scrubbing out the tub to hobnobing at some society gig. Of course not the same pair of jeans--but they are totally acceptable. And I can run and play with the kids when I'm wearing them.
  
• Jam/Jelly I admit it. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I go through streaks where I could eat nothing but. That's me--so goes life.