My Bucket List

I have never really been a fan of "the bucket list".  It used to annoy me when someone would say to me, "oh, that's on my bucket list"...."I can check that off my bucket list"... and I have always cringed every single time Tim McGraw's "Live Like You Were Dying" come on the radio.  There's just something about thinking about what you want to do before you die that has always bothered me.  

But.... (Yes, I said it...BUT)  The older I get, the more I think about the things I would like to experience before I leave this world... SO! I'm gonna join the club! Here's my bucket list.

1. Write a book.
2. lose 100 pounds.
3. Become a runner.
4. Open my own Restaurant.
5. Get a tattoo. (On my foot--Of a Cherry Blossom) HEY DON'T JUDGE. (Snicker)
6. Become a successful gardener. (Just like my Grandparent and my parents)
7. Visit Athens, Greece
8. Learn to Water Ski
9. Bungee Jump
10. Learn the Paint like my mom.
11. See the following bands in concert.
• Dave Matthews Band (Cause they are awesome)
• Carolina Liars
• The Eagles (My Dad's favorite)
• City and Colour
• Guns and Roses, The Originals! (Because let's just face it, if that reunion ever happened, it would be AWE-SOME.
12. Renew my wedding vows on the beach, in Hawaii.
13. Retire from my job, and be debt free. 
14. Raise happy, healthy children, and put them through the college of their choice. 

Alright y'all! What's on your bucket list!! (You know you have one!!)

My Not So Girly Baby Girl...

I try really hard to make you girly.  I truly do....

 My mom tried to make me girly.... It didn't work.
 I spent a lot of time, as a matter of fact, trying NOT to be girly.
 T-shirts, jeans, and flip flops were the only wardrobe I knew.
That is until I met your dad
I decided if I wanted to catch him I'd have to try a little harder.
And so I did, but it took great effort!

So, I completely understand when you kick off your pink converse shoes, and yank the pig tales (that took me 25 minutes to fix) down and rub your head, frizzing your hair like a wild woman.  I completely get it when you walk through the door after church yanking at your tights and skirt and shirt until you are completely bare.  I feel your pain, when you frown that just like me frown as I attempt to comb, dry, and style your unruly locks.  Because you my child, are just like me. No question about it.  

You are your mother's child....I see myself in you each day.(Minus the long beautiful fingers with the long beautiful nails.)  You are with out a doubt the most beautiful of all the fair princesses in all the land.  I only hope that you will find your handsome prince, and live happily ever after.  (Messy hair and all)