"When I'm worried and I can't sleep, I count my blessings instead of sheep. And I fall asleep counting my blessings."
-Bing Crosby, White Christmas
Today, I've decided to take some advice from a couple of dead movie stars, but to manipulate that advice so it fits my personal circumstances and then I can put it into a blog.
Sara's version: "When I'm crabby and won't stop whining, I think of other stuff so I'll shut up and my parents won't kill me."
It's pretty much the same, right? (Sorry, Bing.)
So, in the spirit of attempting not to dwell on the negative, I decided to make a list of things I want to do before I die to remind me that life is too short to get my underwear in a knot. And NO, it's not a "bucket list". Okay, well technically it is, but I refuse to call it that.
Things To Do Before I Die, Get Too Old or Develop Multiple Neuroses That Won't Allow For Travel or Trying New Things:
--Visit the world's largest ball of twine in Cawker City, Kansas
--Learn to make one kind of pie (from scratch) really well, enter it in the county/state fair and get at least 3rd place
--Sing the National Anthem at Wrigley Field
--See the groundhog work his magic in Punxatawney, PA
--Enter (and win) an eating contest (how is it possible I haven't done this yet?)
--Organize a 24-hour dance marathon for charity
--Go to Iceland and befriend a puffin; name it Gunter
--Build (or have someone else build) a treehouse
--Retire to a small town in the south, buy a house with a wrap-around porch, sit on the porch every day with a fan in one hand and a mint julep in the other, yelling things like, "I do declare, this is the warmest summer since Luellen Mitchell's boy went crazy from the heat and pitched himself off the water tower."
--Run a mini-marathon
--Have/adopt multiple children so I may repopulate the earth with respectful, socially well-adjusted people
--Figure out why people think angel food cake is a worthwhile dessert
--Once a month, visit my parents in the home and make sure their tapioca is pre-chewed for their convenience
--Make my peace with mushrooms
--Fulfill my quest to remove the tapered-leg jean from the face of the earth
I left off a few of the more traditional things (marriage, work, etc.) because they're not as interesting, and I'm not sure I feel as strongly about getting married as I do about tapered jeans and angel food cake. Woof.
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Aww, I want to be Southern with you. Maybe have a wrap-around porch on the opposite side of the street, so we can just shout at each other from across our yards and spy on all our neighbors?
I wish you the best of luck with your quest to irradicate the tapered leg! I think it's kind of like the Plague; it should've been long-gone by now, but still manages to pop up here and there every few decades.
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