(inspired by the 2007 movie, The Bucket List )
1.) Pet a Tiger Cub
2.)Hold and Wrap a Snake Around Me
3.)Raise Money for a Good Cause
4.)Run a Half Marathon
5.)Run a Full Marathon
6.) Attend an Oprah Winfrey Show
7.) Meet Drew Barrymore in Person
8.) Go Dog Sledding in the Colorado Mountains
9.) Get Rock Hard Abs
10.) Write My Own Book and/or Sitcom
11.)Be in a Professional Photo Shoot
12.) Compete in a Bus Surfing Contest
13.) Step Inside of Grand Central Station in New York
14.)Cross the Golden Gate Bridge by Foot
15.)Adopt a dog named him Chaw-Lee <--I mean, Bam
16.) Learn to Swim so I Can be a Surfer Chick
17.)Enjoy a Special Brownie
18.) Hale Down a Yellow Cab
19.) Lie in a Hammock with Someone Special
20.) Apply for a Library Card
21.) Get a Black Belt in Kenpo Karate
22.)Get Kissed by a Hottie on New Year's (Strike of Midnight)
23.) Learn to be a Voice Over Artist
24.) Attend a Superbowl Game
25.) Sing the Song 'Killing Me Softly' at a Karaoke Bar
26.) Go Skinny Dipping
27.)Be on T.V.
28.) Go White Water Rafting in the American River
29.) Run up the "Rocky Steps" of the Philadelphia Museum of Art
30.) Marry Mr. Right
31.)Work Out So Hard That I Puke
32.) Go Stand Up Paddle Surfing (or Hoe he'e nalu) somewhere tropical
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6.) Attend an Oprah Winfrey Show
7.) Meet Drew Barrymore in Person
8.) Go Dog Sledding in the Colorado Mountains
9.) Get Rock Hard Abs
10.) Write My Own Book and/or Sitcom
11.)
13.) Step Inside of Grand Central Station in New York
14.)
15.)
16.) Learn to Swim so I Can be a Surfer Chick
17.)
18.) Hale Down a Yellow Cab
19.) Lie in a Hammock with Someone Special
20.) Apply for a Library Card
21.) Get a Black Belt in Kenpo Karate
22.)
23.) Learn to be a Voice Over Artist
24.) Attend a Superbowl Game
25.) Sing the Song 'Killing Me Softly' at a Karaoke Bar
26.) Go Skinny Dipping
27.)
28.) Go White Water Rafting in the American River
29.) Run up the "Rocky Steps" of the Philadelphia Museum of Art
30.) Marry Mr. Right
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32.) Go Stand Up Paddle Surfing (or Hoe he'e nalu) somewhere tropical
Monday, February 16, 2009
She Loves Me...She Really Loves Me...
...I think. Just so you know, I have a terrible case of middle child syndrome. No one ever pays much attention to me nor wants anything to do with me. My own mother, especially. Whatever. Nonetheless, this week has been good to me. As my gift of giving and being so nice to my mom said she loved me. Now that means ALOT! I don't care if she says it sarcastically or jokingly. She said it damnit and quite honestly, that's all that counts. It all started on Saturday when I offered to pay for her stuff at Costco. She was very thankful. I then said to her, "See, I'm a good daughter, right?" "Yeah, sometimes..", she says. I then asked her under my breath, "Do you love me now, mom?" I'm not sure if she heard me or was purposely ignoring me because there was no response. Oh well. I just have to take what I can get right now. After I drove my mom to her favorite store in the whole wide world, TJ Maxx, I was a tad bit disappointed when she said "I love you, Ry..I mean, share-bare!". Oh my freakin' gosh! WTF! Everyone (Renee, Ryree, Eli, and I) in the car caught her slippin' and started laughing. Not laughing with me. It was more laughing at me! How rude! Do you see what I go through now??!! Don't you feel sorry for me? She can't even get my name straight. So, about an hour ago, the family and I concluded our Presidents Day shopping. I dropped off Ryree and Madre at the Haystack. Just as they were getting into their house, I remembered something, rolled down the window and yelled out: "Hey Mom! You still owe me $60!!" She looks at me, smiles, and says "I love you share-bare!" then slams her front door shut. Ummm....so wrong. As if! What now? What happened to love not costing a thing? Apparently now, for me at least, an 'I Love You' is currently priced at $60.00. Take it or leave it! She's so mean, right? No wonder I'm so f**ked up in the head. Ugh!!
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yes....mom was going to say "i love you, mary anne." =D
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