Summer. List.

Oh, I'm thinkin this blog needs a little Summer List lovin. 

Maybe because it's almost the weekend and I worked out 5 times this week.  Or, maybe its because I finally updated my itunes account and can buy new music at the click of a button.  But, something has shifted, and I'm over my funky funk and now I'm going to start dreamin big again. I know it's already a month in, but I'm going to lock this Summer down and make it my own.

This little flower inspired me.  It's the only sun flower that made it through a very rainy Spring, a omg it went from 60 to 95 June, and a greedy groundhog who makes me wish I had a pistol.  Or, a dog who would do something about it.

Look at it.  It's all naked and exposed.  It didn't really stand a chance.  It doesn't even look like a sunflower, it's so little.  But, it persevered.  And, now it's standing tall in the backyard right behind already amazing tomatoes.  How appropriate. 


I want to plant more sunflowers this Summer.  Some big, some orange, some teeny-tiny, some that wouldn't mind the birds sharing with me.


I want to see a baby bird emerge from the new bird condo that I placed in the back.

It's a very good deal.  It comes with landscaping and outdoor lighting.  Although, the floor needs some work. So does the roof structure.  Geeze, I got my money's worth.



I want to have tan shoulders this Summer.


I want to learn how to do those cool spin-push-off-moves in the pool, instead of going to the other end, stopping, turning around, and swimming back.

I want to wear an oversized sweatshirt in my parents backyard, sitting around a fire, drinking a microbrew, with nothing on my feet.

I want to eat gigantic clams with melted butter.

I want to find my Summer song.  Although, I think I've already found it. 

I want to grow more of these bad boys.

And watch my dog chase cherry tomatoes all Summer.  Tonight I gave her the first of the season.

Last Summer, she rolled around the grass, chomping happily on juicy cherry tomatoes.  This year, she stomped on it and walked away.

This Summer, I want to buy yellow shoes.  I don't know why, and I realize that's a ridiculous thing to say.  But, when I imagined my Summer List this year, I kept picturing yellow shoes on my feet.

I also want to paint my toes with those cool, girly glitter colors.  Just for a little while.  I can't wear open toe shoes at work, so it will be okay.

I want to take a mini-me vacation.  Even if it means I go to a hotel for a weekend and watch sappy movies and eat chocolate covered pretzels. 

I want to buy a country album and make it my Summer go-to tracks.

I want to lay on my back, lookin up at the stars, on Anderson field. 

I want to see someone in concert this year.  Anyone.

I want to take a half-day and drive to Little Buffalo with the dog.

I want to fall asleep in new sheets.

I want to practice dancing to our wedding song in back yard, pretending the twinkling lights are the lights of the city we'll have around us on that night.

I want to turn my desk into a craftastic wedding extravaganza.

I want to enjoy the next two and a half months.  And not freak the freak out. 

Crap, I already am freaking the freak out. 

I should keep going. 

I want to buy lots of stuff on etsy.  For the wedding, of course.

I want to take a really cool picture.  The kind that makes you go, "whoa, frame that ish."

I want to wear sunscreen, then garden all day, and rinse off with the hose and not even care.

I want to do something I didn't get to do on last Summer's List. 

I want to stop, breathe it all in, and smile.