To Do List

I had heard about a To Do List for life a couple years ago and thought it was a good idea. To dream of endless possibilities to put on this list helps me to really get to know myself and what I would like in life.
Though I didn't care for the movie "A Walk To Remember" I did think the main characters to do list was pretty good and it was cute that the guy helped her to accomplish some of them. I hear all the time that Life is short. And yet, why does it seems to fly by? Here are some of the things I was remembering today is on my list:
I want to be on an animated film. Disney/Pixar/Dreamworks. Any of those will do! I want my voice to come out of one of those crazy characters! I don't want the graceful princess
I really would love to travel!!!
I want to visit someplace that is haunted. I have a fascination with the paranormal.
I have always wanted to be a mother. "Someday my prince will come". And to be sealed for Eternity in the House of my God.
PLAY THE GUITAR!!! I Suck at anything music. But I am always daydreaming about playing in a band. And when I'm a mom and being able to have my home be filled by music.
I want to be a hero!
To read the entire dictionary
I want to live to be at least 90 (But I want to look 50!)
I want to own something antique. There is something about touching something that someone so long ago touched, cherished, made, appreciated. I used to think a vintage diamond ring would be ideal for a wedding ring. That depends on the ring though...

Bwah-hahahahahaaaaa

[sarcasm] I just love it when I am feeling like I look all cool and then get into my car, turn on the music, and... what the? What gay song is this??? See, the music isn't just stupid, but it's on loud. Why would I have a stupid song on so loud? Because when I got out of the car the music was a freakin' awesome song! I had no idea what would be waiting for me when I was to get in. Had I know about that song being there when I got back, I would have put on NPR or church music to seem intelligent or spiritual.

I also love how in grocery stores they have those 20 items or less lines. And then of course there is someone who obviously has more than 20. (You all have had this experience at one point or another) Well, while I was counting everything as I put the products on the counter (I qualified for that line requirement) I was thinking "Maybe, grocery stores that have people who do that, should add a handling charge for people who have over 20 items!" BRILLIANT! (I have to add an embarrassing moment here. I found myself actually speaking aloud without intending to. My roommate is sitting across from me on her laptop. And as I wrote "brilliant" I said it like they do on those Guiness beer commercials. I don't usually talk to myself out loud. So I had to pretend like I was proof-reading. hehe Yes, I moving my lips as I read to give that allusion)

One more thing I just LOVE! This is the best. People who can't park inside those bold yellow lines. I accredit this ability of noting the disregard of space to the university girls at my apartment. Some are so horrible at parking that they are half in one space and half in the other. I won't bother with more details. However, this has become such an irritation that my only joy from it is to back into the space just so, as to make the supposed offender have a difficult time getting into their car. Yes, in simple terms, I park as close to the line on their side so that hopefully, they will make a note of their own parking skills as they get into their car. You may be thinking "But what if they hit your car?" Don't care. That Moveable Dumpster has dents and identifiable markings all over the car. But all the girls, here minus one, are such people that to get a scratch on the car would be like a bad hair cut. The World knows it shouldn't look like that. So as I see it, I have nothing to loose.

To be continued...

So which am I? A Wussy or a Hussy?

For some reason "Alisha" is a hard name for kids to say. Last night I was trying, with the help of some friends, to teach the adorable two year old Trey to say "Aaaa- Lee - Sha". He did well when it came to saying it in syllables. But when asked "Trey, what's her name?" It came out "Wussy!" and even "Hussy!"

I have a cousin who when he was that age had a difficult time saying my name as well. I was known to him as "Weesha!"

Hmmm, maybe I should come up with an easier name for him to say. Although, when he says "Wussy" it's so cute that it's kind of growing on me.

Muscleman

My brother just cracks me up. At Condor (AKA Kelly)'s B-Day party, Morgan, Bailey and myself were showing each other our arm muscles (or lack thereof). I then told them that my younger brother has impressive muscle tone. He had at one point been a really chunky kid. Then he joined track and became tall and skinny and can eat anyting he wants and still will weigh only 115 pounds................. I hate him.

Oh, and the following voice is not my real voice...