Okay people, a quick lesson in the English language:
They're = they are
There = a place that you go
Their = shows ownership
Your = possessive form of you
You're = you are
Whose = possessive case of who or which
Who's = Who is
Incorrect = This is a picture of Billy Bob and I.
Correct = This is a picture of Billy Bob and me.
Incorrect = Me and Billy Bob went to the circus.
Correct = Billy Bob and I went to the circus.
Okay, I can breathe now. Thank you.
*Disclaimer* We all mess up on these once in a while when we're typing too fast or up very late, but if these are continually misused, you may be shot.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
For You, Mom
Today, on your birthday, I am reminded of how lucky I am to have you in my life. At the ripe old age of 29 (you're welcome) you've done so much for so many people. I could spend all day listing the people whose lives you've changed for the better and how, but I figure I'll just give you an insight on how you've affected mine.
First of all, you gave me life. I've always wondered how you became such an amazing mother at such a young age. The older I get, the more grateful I am that you were so young when you had me. This means, I get to keep you with me a lot longer! You always told me that I would never know how much you loved me until I had a child. You couldn't have been more right. So, thank you, Mom, for loving me so much. Thank you for always listening, for putting up with my teenaged years, for teaching me right from wrong, for showing me how to love unconditionally, for giving me a little brother, for teaching me good work ethic, for being protective, and at times overprotective, for staying up with me all night when I was sick, for giving me curfews and rules, for never missing a basketball game, for letting me make mistakes and helping me learn from them, for picking me up when I couldn't pick myself up, for being with me when my kids were born, for letting me see you bond with them and continue to love them more than I could have ever dreamed that you would, for laughing with me and crying with me, and for being my best friend. God could not have given me a better mother, and I thank Him every day for having you in my life. I love YOU more than you will ever know and I appreciate you.
Love,
Nicole
First of all, you gave me life. I've always wondered how you became such an amazing mother at such a young age. The older I get, the more grateful I am that you were so young when you had me. This means, I get to keep you with me a lot longer! You always told me that I would never know how much you loved me until I had a child. You couldn't have been more right. So, thank you, Mom, for loving me so much. Thank you for always listening, for putting up with my teenaged years, for teaching me right from wrong, for showing me how to love unconditionally, for giving me a little brother, for teaching me good work ethic, for being protective, and at times overprotective, for staying up with me all night when I was sick, for giving me curfews and rules, for never missing a basketball game, for letting me make mistakes and helping me learn from them, for picking me up when I couldn't pick myself up, for being with me when my kids were born, for letting me see you bond with them and continue to love them more than I could have ever dreamed that you would, for laughing with me and crying with me, and for being my best friend. God could not have given me a better mother, and I thank Him every day for having you in my life. I love YOU more than you will ever know and I appreciate you.
Love,
Nicole
Monday, January 19, 2009
To My Baby Brother
Phillip Michael,
I talked to you only a few minutes ago when you told me your first child is going to be a daughter. I have tears of joy when I think of what this means for you. Not only have you and your beautiful wife created a life, but you are actually going to be a father! I have no idea what being a father feels like, but I sure know what being a daughter is. First off, I want to say that there is no doubt in my mind that you are going to be a fantastic daddy. I know this as a fact, because you learned from the best. Our dad led and continues to lead us by example. I know that your baby girl will be like me, in that there is going to be an enormous space in her heart that is reserved for only you, her daddy, and no one will ever be able to come near it, no matter how old she gets. You will hold her in your arms for the first time and feel something that is completely unimaginable to you right now. From that moment on, I know that you will do everything in your power to give her the best life possible; because that is what our father, both of our parents, did for us. And as I said, we learned from the best. I've watched you with my children, and I know that my little niece is going to be very lucky to have you in her life as her father, her protector, her dance teacher, her jungle gym, her storyteller, and her friend. I love you more than you'll ever know, and I'm so proud of you!
Love,
Cole
I talked to you only a few minutes ago when you told me your first child is going to be a daughter. I have tears of joy when I think of what this means for you. Not only have you and your beautiful wife created a life, but you are actually going to be a father! I have no idea what being a father feels like, but I sure know what being a daughter is. First off, I want to say that there is no doubt in my mind that you are going to be a fantastic daddy. I know this as a fact, because you learned from the best. Our dad led and continues to lead us by example. I know that your baby girl will be like me, in that there is going to be an enormous space in her heart that is reserved for only you, her daddy, and no one will ever be able to come near it, no matter how old she gets. You will hold her in your arms for the first time and feel something that is completely unimaginable to you right now. From that moment on, I know that you will do everything in your power to give her the best life possible; because that is what our father, both of our parents, did for us. And as I said, we learned from the best. I've watched you with my children, and I know that my little niece is going to be very lucky to have you in her life as her father, her protector, her dance teacher, her jungle gym, her storyteller, and her friend. I love you more than you'll ever know, and I'm so proud of you!
Love,
Cole
Friday, January 16, 2009
Times Are-a-Changin'
Case in point:
1) It's understood now that when someone says, "How far along are you?" that they are not asking how pregnant you are. They want to know how far you are into the Twilight series. I was asked twice on Wednesday alone by total stangers.
2) Dads of my generation rock. My husband, as well as his buddies, my brother, and my brothers-in-law are diaper-changing, meal-cooking, book-reading, toy-playing, kid-bathing machines. Not to take anything away from us hot mamas (or MY daddy, because, Dad, you were WAY ahead of your time!), but guys, you've definitely steered away from the "we are the providers and that's it" role of the generations before us. Kudos guys!!
3) I've already witnessed the fall of the eight-track tapes, record players (*tear* if I could only hear the We Are the World record just one last time with the static of the record player...), cassette tapes, VCR tapes, and now the DVD? I believe I'm going to boycott the blue-ray for the time being. I'm not too excited about replacing another form of entertainment as well as our extensive DVD collection.
4) Sure, I know what I'm going to be "when I grow up," and I'm definitely working toward it. However, I'm realizing that my old secret dreams of being the next Joan Jett, backpacking through Europe, and spending an entire summer in Italy probably are not going to happen.
1) It's understood now that when someone says, "How far along are you?" that they are not asking how pregnant you are. They want to know how far you are into the Twilight series. I was asked twice on Wednesday alone by total stangers.
2) Dads of my generation rock. My husband, as well as his buddies, my brother, and my brothers-in-law are diaper-changing, meal-cooking, book-reading, toy-playing, kid-bathing machines. Not to take anything away from us hot mamas (or MY daddy, because, Dad, you were WAY ahead of your time!), but guys, you've definitely steered away from the "we are the providers and that's it" role of the generations before us. Kudos guys!!
3) I've already witnessed the fall of the eight-track tapes, record players (*tear* if I could only hear the We Are the World record just one last time with the static of the record player...), cassette tapes, VCR tapes, and now the DVD? I believe I'm going to boycott the blue-ray for the time being. I'm not too excited about replacing another form of entertainment as well as our extensive DVD collection.
4) Sure, I know what I'm going to be "when I grow up," and I'm definitely working toward it. However, I'm realizing that my old secret dreams of being the next Joan Jett, backpacking through Europe, and spending an entire summer in Italy probably are not going to happen.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Paranoid Much?
I'm beginning to see the effects of what having a husband in law enforcement is having on me. Sure, he angers criminals--and not always just your run-of-the-mill idiot law-breakers--almost daily; so of course, there are certain precautions, I, as his wife, consciously take. At times, we'll just say that more precautions should be taken than others. Today, however, wasn't expected to be one of those times. It was nap time for the twins, and since they are both sick, I hadn't had a chance to get ready for the day. So, at 2:00, I was enjoying my much-anticipated shower when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I assumed it was just a Jehovah's witness or something. Not seeing any need to answer my doorbell with shampoo in my eyes, I ignored it. I began to rinse when it rang again. Initially, I was pissed, because my sick babies definitely needed their rest, and this would surely wake them up. Again, I ignored the bell, and hurried to finish so I could tend to the kids. That is when the persistent visitor began to pound on the door. That was very unusual for anyone wishing to simply hand me a pamphlet, so I peeked out the window. I didn't recognize the vehicle, and couldn't see who was standing at the door. I noticed that miraculously the twins hadn't woken up, so I tiptoed to get dressed, only to hear the vehicle pull out of my drive. So, was this someone who wished to see my husband? I quickly called him to make sure he wasn't expecting anyone, maybe an old friend from out of town, and of course, his answer was no. I watched out the window for a couple of minutes and had seen the same vehicle drive by twice, but I couldn't see a face or get a license plate number. So, I, Mama Tiger prepared to protect her young, retrieved my Glock 45 and was ready to deter our visitor if he decided to grace us again with his presence. I realized then that it was time for Cade to be home from school. It was pre-arranged that my mother-in-law bring him home so I wouldn't have to get two nauseated kiddos out in the car. I called her in case she saw the mysterious vehicle coming back by my house. When I described it, she said, "OH!" and laughed. "That's the repair man that's supposed to fix my washing machine! He's got the wrong house." Whew...glad I didn't meet him at the door with my hand-held precaution.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Great Things Come in Threes...
Case in point:
1. Cade Alan, the entertainer.
The boy who made me ME. My first born. The first of the true loves of my life. Words cannot describe the way my handsome little guy brightens each and every day, but here are a few of the many:
a) He is hilarious.
example: Not long ago, I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. Without a thought, he said, "I'll have some eggs, coffee, and the morning paper." He's six.
b) He is brilliant.
example: Daddy taught him his colors at 18 months in about 10 minutes.
c) He is creative.
example: Two teachers were walking into the cafeteria as he was walking out, and he held the door for them and said, "After you, my lovely ladies." If I'm not mistaken, it was in a British accent.
d) He is sensitive.
example: I can't listen to My Immortal by Evanescence without tears being shed.
e) He is thoughful.
example: He saw an infomercial for the Aqua Globe, and said, "Mommy, can we please buy that for Nana so she doesn't have to always water her flowers?"
f) He loves music...and good music at that.
example: He rocks out on Guitar Hero (and air guitar) with the best! Also, on his "Cade's Hits CD", his songs of choice (all songs he came up with off the top of his head in a matter of 30 minutes) were: Photograph (Nickelback), Indian Outlaw (Tim McGraw), Big Yellow Taxi (Counting Crows), We Will Rock You (Queen), Barracuda (Fergie's version), So What (Pink), Supermassive Black Hole (Muse), The Devil Went Down to Georgia (The Charlie Daniels Band), Move Along (All-American Rejects).
A quote from a book that should have been written for Cade, You Are My I Love You, by Maryann K. Cusimano:
I am your finish line;
you are my race.
I am your praying hands;
you are my saving grace.
2. Claire Elise, the old soul.
My middle child, only by a minute, is my only daughter. Claire Bear is beautiful, petite, and quite the little princess. She is the epitome of a little girl. She likes all things pink, frilly, and feminine. Although Claire doesn't shy away from the normal behaviors of a two-year-old, like the occasional tantrum and disobeying, I'm starting to really be able to see her true personality. It's like she is older than she is...like she understands me. I don't mean she understands what I say; I mean she understands ME. There will be certain nights when I think I'm the only one awake, and I'll hear her in her room. I'll check on her and see that she's wide awake. I've brought her into the living room with me, and we'd just rock and spend our mother/daughter time together. I'd quietly talk to her about anything. She looks me in the eyes, like she is truly listening, and she'll stroke my face with the back of her hand, as if she's saying, "I understand, Mommy." I've realized that not only have I given birth to a daughter, but to a friend. Although I'm in no hurry for my children to get older, I am excited to watch her grow into a beautiful young woman. Now, I play with her and her baby dolls. I will be there to guide her hand when she is ready to wear make-up. I will take her to shop for her prom dresses. I will take her to college and she will wipe my tears, as I have and will continue to do for her. I will be there to help her get ready for her wedding and to hold her babies, and God-willing, her children's children. To see that I gave life to another that will eventually give life is something that makes me proud to be a woman. Martina McBride says it best:
In my daughter's eyes, I am a hero. I am strong and wise and know no fear. But the truth is plain to see she was sent to rescue me. I see who I want to be in my daughter's eyes.
3. Mason Edward, the wild child.
My baby boy, Mason, is the youngest by one small minute. Buggies, as we call him, is everything that is boy. He is loud, hyperactive, headstrong, and never stops running. He even has a deep voice--one that we think will not be much unlike Vin Diesel. Mason, like his brother, finds fun in every situation. He is an animal and nature lover. Given the opportunity, he is outside with Daddy and big brother, or "Neener" as he calls him, to play with the dogs or to jump in a pile of leaves and play in the dirt. He could watch birds for hours and gets so excited at the chance to touch a bug (saying "EWWWWW" as he's doing it!) Buggies has a very sensitive side. He is my cuddle bug. He adores his big brother and wants to be where he is at all times. He runs to his sister's aid when she cries (as long as he's not the one making her cry), and he gives out endless hugs and kisses. He shares a language with his twin that only they can understand, and sometimes, I think they're making fun of me. Mason seems to be growing into what appears to be a miniature version of his Uncle Michael's build on Daddy's frame. If this continues to happen along with a Vin Diesel-like voice, we might be looking at a pretty intimidating guy! Mason is my little man with a tender heart. For my youngest, an excerpt from Love You Forever, by Robert N. Munsch:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
1. Cade Alan, the entertainer.
The boy who made me ME. My first born. The first of the true loves of my life. Words cannot describe the way my handsome little guy brightens each and every day, but here are a few of the many:
a) He is hilarious.
example: Not long ago, I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. Without a thought, he said, "I'll have some eggs, coffee, and the morning paper." He's six.
b) He is brilliant.
example: Daddy taught him his colors at 18 months in about 10 minutes.
c) He is creative.
example: Two teachers were walking into the cafeteria as he was walking out, and he held the door for them and said, "After you, my lovely ladies." If I'm not mistaken, it was in a British accent.
d) He is sensitive.
example: I can't listen to My Immortal by Evanescence without tears being shed.
e) He is thoughful.
example: He saw an infomercial for the Aqua Globe, and said, "Mommy, can we please buy that for Nana so she doesn't have to always water her flowers?"
f) He loves music...and good music at that.
example: He rocks out on Guitar Hero (and air guitar) with the best! Also, on his "Cade's Hits CD", his songs of choice (all songs he came up with off the top of his head in a matter of 30 minutes) were: Photograph (Nickelback), Indian Outlaw (Tim McGraw), Big Yellow Taxi (Counting Crows), We Will Rock You (Queen), Barracuda (Fergie's version), So What (Pink), Supermassive Black Hole (Muse), The Devil Went Down to Georgia (The Charlie Daniels Band), Move Along (All-American Rejects).
A quote from a book that should have been written for Cade, You Are My I Love You, by Maryann K. Cusimano:
I am your finish line;
you are my race.
I am your praying hands;
you are my saving grace.
2. Claire Elise, the old soul.
My middle child, only by a minute, is my only daughter. Claire Bear is beautiful, petite, and quite the little princess. She is the epitome of a little girl. She likes all things pink, frilly, and feminine. Although Claire doesn't shy away from the normal behaviors of a two-year-old, like the occasional tantrum and disobeying, I'm starting to really be able to see her true personality. It's like she is older than she is...like she understands me. I don't mean she understands what I say; I mean she understands ME. There will be certain nights when I think I'm the only one awake, and I'll hear her in her room. I'll check on her and see that she's wide awake. I've brought her into the living room with me, and we'd just rock and spend our mother/daughter time together. I'd quietly talk to her about anything. She looks me in the eyes, like she is truly listening, and she'll stroke my face with the back of her hand, as if she's saying, "I understand, Mommy." I've realized that not only have I given birth to a daughter, but to a friend. Although I'm in no hurry for my children to get older, I am excited to watch her grow into a beautiful young woman. Now, I play with her and her baby dolls. I will be there to guide her hand when she is ready to wear make-up. I will take her to shop for her prom dresses. I will take her to college and she will wipe my tears, as I have and will continue to do for her. I will be there to help her get ready for her wedding and to hold her babies, and God-willing, her children's children. To see that I gave life to another that will eventually give life is something that makes me proud to be a woman. Martina McBride says it best:
In my daughter's eyes, I am a hero. I am strong and wise and know no fear. But the truth is plain to see she was sent to rescue me. I see who I want to be in my daughter's eyes.
3. Mason Edward, the wild child.
My baby boy, Mason, is the youngest by one small minute. Buggies, as we call him, is everything that is boy. He is loud, hyperactive, headstrong, and never stops running. He even has a deep voice--one that we think will not be much unlike Vin Diesel. Mason, like his brother, finds fun in every situation. He is an animal and nature lover. Given the opportunity, he is outside with Daddy and big brother, or "Neener" as he calls him, to play with the dogs or to jump in a pile of leaves and play in the dirt. He could watch birds for hours and gets so excited at the chance to touch a bug (saying "EWWWWW" as he's doing it!) Buggies has a very sensitive side. He is my cuddle bug. He adores his big brother and wants to be where he is at all times. He runs to his sister's aid when she cries (as long as he's not the one making her cry), and he gives out endless hugs and kisses. He shares a language with his twin that only they can understand, and sometimes, I think they're making fun of me. Mason seems to be growing into what appears to be a miniature version of his Uncle Michael's build on Daddy's frame. If this continues to happen along with a Vin Diesel-like voice, we might be looking at a pretty intimidating guy! Mason is my little man with a tender heart. For my youngest, an excerpt from Love You Forever, by Robert N. Munsch:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Never Outdated
I often wonder why people don't send letters anymore. Of course, it's so much easier to just whip out an e-mail, and with the click of a button, your friend has her "how's it going?" message. The simplicity of e-mailing, text messaging, and all other technological advances in correspondence is surely taking its toll on the oldest form of communication.
I'm reminded of a story that begins with a simple letter in the mail. There was a young lady alone with her infant son, simply trying to give him the happiest life in her power. She was content with the love of her child, and in her mind, needed nothing else. One normal Spring afternoon, she received a letter addressed to her in a red, white, and blue envelope--in the place of a postage stamp was written "military mail." As she read the letter from the soldier, she learned he was the friend of her cousin in the same Military Police unit stationed in Iraq. The soldier was in need of someone to write to, as he was going through some difficult times. The girl saw that she could help the young man and responded to his letter. The two quickly saw that they had very much in common. As they continued to write one another more frequently, they began to send eachother photos and small trinkets. Each was quickly fond of the other, but neither spoke of their feelings, because "this stuff just doesn't happen."
After six months of corresponding only on paper, the soldier was able to make a phone call. The two hinted at feelings for one another, and the rest is history.
Before I saw him on our wedding day, my soldier gave me one of the most precious gifts I've ever received: a letter that was waiting for me in the bridal room of our church:
To My Beautiful Wife To Be:
I loved you before I met you! You got me through the most difficult part of my life. Your letters were what I looked forward to every day that I was gone. Seeing you at the airport for the first time and watching your beautiful smile as you walked up to me made my heart calm. I knew at that moment that I was hugging the woman that would someday be my wife. I am so lucky to be with you and to be Cade's dad. Today, we finalize our family in front of everyone we love. I can't wait to be your husband and partner for eternity, to raise Cade, and have babies with the most beautiful woman on earth. I am honored to be your husband and can't wait to call you Erin Nicole Clymer for the very first time!
I love you more than life!
Wesley Edward Clymer
I will never stop writing letters...
I'm reminded of a story that begins with a simple letter in the mail. There was a young lady alone with her infant son, simply trying to give him the happiest life in her power. She was content with the love of her child, and in her mind, needed nothing else. One normal Spring afternoon, she received a letter addressed to her in a red, white, and blue envelope--in the place of a postage stamp was written "military mail." As she read the letter from the soldier, she learned he was the friend of her cousin in the same Military Police unit stationed in Iraq. The soldier was in need of someone to write to, as he was going through some difficult times. The girl saw that she could help the young man and responded to his letter. The two quickly saw that they had very much in common. As they continued to write one another more frequently, they began to send eachother photos and small trinkets. Each was quickly fond of the other, but neither spoke of their feelings, because "this stuff just doesn't happen."
After six months of corresponding only on paper, the soldier was able to make a phone call. The two hinted at feelings for one another, and the rest is history.
Before I saw him on our wedding day, my soldier gave me one of the most precious gifts I've ever received: a letter that was waiting for me in the bridal room of our church:
To My Beautiful Wife To Be:
I loved you before I met you! You got me through the most difficult part of my life. Your letters were what I looked forward to every day that I was gone. Seeing you at the airport for the first time and watching your beautiful smile as you walked up to me made my heart calm. I knew at that moment that I was hugging the woman that would someday be my wife. I am so lucky to be with you and to be Cade's dad. Today, we finalize our family in front of everyone we love. I can't wait to be your husband and partner for eternity, to raise Cade, and have babies with the most beautiful woman on earth. I am honored to be your husband and can't wait to call you Erin Nicole Clymer for the very first time!
I love you more than life!
Wesley Edward Clymer
I will never stop writing letters...
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Novelistic Brilliance
Stephenie Meyer, YOU ROCK!
As I am not generally apt to read many, if any, books from the fantasy genre, I was pushed to read the book Twilight in order to understand what my students will be going berserk over. In doing so, I found that
a) I have never been so deeply involved in a story that I was feeling what the protagonist was feeling.
b) I couldn't just stop with the first book...I read all four in six days, and they now sit beautifully in my bookcase.
c) Being up with newborn babies was not to be the last time I was wide awake at 3 a.m.
d) Meyer was able to create an entire world that felt so real that
e) I so desperately want to be a vampire.
In all seriousness, Stephenie Meyer is now my absolute favorite author--move over William Faulkner and Truman Capote. You have been replaced.
As I am not generally apt to read many, if any, books from the fantasy genre, I was pushed to read the book Twilight in order to understand what my students will be going berserk over. In doing so, I found that
a) I have never been so deeply involved in a story that I was feeling what the protagonist was feeling.
b) I couldn't just stop with the first book...I read all four in six days, and they now sit beautifully in my bookcase.
c) Being up with newborn babies was not to be the last time I was wide awake at 3 a.m.
d) Meyer was able to create an entire world that felt so real that
e) I so desperately want to be a vampire.
In all seriousness, Stephenie Meyer is now my absolute favorite author--move over William Faulkner and Truman Capote. You have been replaced.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Life
I was reading (imagine that!) something that mentioned the fundamental characteristics of life, i.e. living beings. Those exact characteristics as they pertain to my life:
Cells
Energy
Reproduction
Heredity
Responsive to Environment
I'd say life is pretty good.
My Dearest Spearman
My Dearest Spearman,
How I miss your flat farmlands and your windy fall afternoons. I miss your sea of purple on Fridays and your dedicated residents. I miss the friendly atmosphere with which you shielded me from the cruelties of the "real world." I miss passing through your city streets, and never having a single person NOT wave. I will always have fond memories of riding my bike and not worrying about my parents knowing where I was, because chances were, someone would call and check in for me. I miss your wide streets with sidewalks and curbs and your alleys with dumpsters. Most of all, I miss the ending of your name: TEXAS.
Bucket List Resolution
As I'm on the downhill slope to *cringe* thirty, I've decided to make a New Year's Resolution and actually stick to it. Since the last resolution I made was probably fourteen years ago, when I was hell-bent on improving my jumpshot, this might be a stretch. I've had a list of things to do before I die, since I was about twenty, and since we don't get younger, why not start trying to mark some of those things off? I've been feeling all sorts of creative energy just building inside me with no way to escape. At times, I've felt like I was going to burst. Therefore, I've decided to take a chance at writing, as it is one of the items on my good ol' bucket list. I know I won't be writing the "great American novel" anytime soon, so why not at least put myself out there in an online blog? I know, I know...I'm not the blogging type. In fact, I'm fantastic at bottling my feelings and exploding over the smallest thing. Ask my husband, I'm sure he'll vouch for me there.
So, in addition to my online journal, I will be writing privately. Maybe someday I'll be pleased enough with a story to share it. It is something I've always secretly wanted to do, and, though I do not foresee kicking the bucket anytime soon, I can mark it off my list!
Some other items on my list:
Paint a mural
Publish a book
Be in the same room with Phil Jackson (going to a Lakers game in February, check!)
Tour Italy
Shake hands with someone famous
See a Broadway show
Visit as often as you'd like! I'm sure there will be some days that I write 5 times on this thing, and others that I write nothing at all. I'm hoping this will be somewhat freeing for me, in that I'm putting myself out there for all to see. Wish me luck...
So, in addition to my online journal, I will be writing privately. Maybe someday I'll be pleased enough with a story to share it. It is something I've always secretly wanted to do, and, though I do not foresee kicking the bucket anytime soon, I can mark it off my list!
Some other items on my list:
Paint a mural
Publish a book
Be in the same room with Phil Jackson (going to a Lakers game in February, check!)
Tour Italy
Shake hands with someone famous
See a Broadway show
Visit as often as you'd like! I'm sure there will be some days that I write 5 times on this thing, and others that I write nothing at all. I'm hoping this will be somewhat freeing for me, in that I'm putting myself out there for all to see. Wish me luck...
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