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Day 5: Something You Hope to Do in Your Life

As defined by oxforddictionaries.com/us/ a bucket list is a number of experiences or achievements that a person hopes to have or accomplish during their lifetime.

I never really considered making a bucket list until I watched the movie “The Bucket List” with Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson; however, I didn’t actually compile a list until much later.

See the original concept for this blog was to chronicle my journey towards completing my bucket list. I would post the original list and add or delete items as I saw fit. It was going to be GREAT! But uhhhh that was two years ago and I have yet to accomplish anything on my bucket list.

With this being Day 5: Something You Hope to Do in Your Life of the 30 Days of Truth challenge, I figured it might be time to revisit my bucket list, make some much-needed revisions and perhaps condense it from thirty-items to perhaps seven.

Here are some things I hope to do in my life.

  • Spend Christmas with my oldest brother in California
    • My brother and I are so close one would never know we’ve only seen each once in our entire lives. We fight and poke fun at each other like we grew up in the same house or at least spent time at each other’s homes every summer. I thank the Lord every day that I have such a pain in the ass brother who loves his beautiful and intelligent little sister to pieces. Go ahead tell him what I said. I don’t care. LOL I’ve called him worse to his face. The plan is to save at least $1500 by October 2013. Yes it’s a lot of money but I really want this. But mums the word okay?
  • Attend Rose Bowl Parade and Game
    • Year after year without utter fail, I watch the Rose Bowl and Parade. Well, lemme rephrase that statement. I watch the Rose Bowl Parade without fail; the game is a different story. Since the game is not the grand puba of college football games, I really haven’t “wanted” to watch. But it would be fabulous to attend the game.
  • Buy an alto saxophone
    • During my junior high, high school and freshman year at Baylor. For you collectors out there, I have played a Bundy and Yamaha tenor saxophone and a Yamaha alto saxophone. I would love to purchase a silver alto saxophone. One of my Alpha Phi Omega brothers has a breathtakingly beautiful silver saxophone. One day when I have a house and a study/office/music room, I’m going to buy one. Yes I understand it may take some time but hell all I have is time nowadays.
  • Learn another language
    • Hablo Español pero me gustaría mucho aprender un otra lengua. J’aimerais apprendre le français.
    • One of my favorite artists in the whole history of art is none other than Cheri Lynn Fojtik. Never heard of her? You will one day. Just wait. Who is she? My sister. She is the reason why I have such a strong interest in art. She is the reason why I can appreciate all genres of art and creativity. I am interested to see what other worlds I will be exposed to if I were to visit these museums.
  • Visit the stadiums of my favorite pro sports teams as well as Yankee Stadium, Wrigley Field and Fenway Park.
    • I do not have a very long list of favorite teams so my stadium tour will be mildly short. However, I can already cross two off the list: Minute Maid Park (home of the Houston Astros) and the Toyota Center (home of the Houston Rockets). I have visited Reliant Stadium but not for a Houston Texans game. Yankee Stadium, Wrigley Field and Fenway Park are only on the tour because these are iconic stadiums. However, please note that I would only go if the Astros or the Dodgers were playing the teams that reside in these stadiums. So here’s the list: Dodgers Stadium, Staples Center (not for the flakers ain’t nobody care about them pansies but for the LA Clippers) and Lambeau Field.
  • Fully learn to swim
    • One would think since I have taught three-year olds to swim that I would be able to swim myself right?! Not a chance. Don’t give me the side eye cuz I’ve heard it before. It is easy to teach kids because you’re at the shallow end and that’s deep for them. Besides I almost drowned once. If I do get in the water, I sit at the shallow end.


The revised list is much shorter than I originally thought it would be. Not that I do not want to accomplish the other items on my original list but I have to be realistic with myself sometimes. So we shall see.

Until then, thanks for reading.

The Southern Yankee

Day 4: Something You Have to Forgive Someone For

Remember when I said this in my last post?

“Now I am not an advocate of spending your entire life mad at someone.

Truth be told, I don’t hold grudges.


For very long.

Okay so I do. Sue me! pero not for reals because you not gon get anything but a penny LOL.

Well Day 4’s topic is Something You Have to Forgive Someone For. SMH this isn’t going to be fun.

For the most part, I really don’t hold grudges or stay mad for a long period of time nor do I hold shit over people’s heads. I realized several years ago being pissed at someone doesn’t help me or the other person. Besides life is too damn short to focus all my energy on whatever pissed me off in the first place. I learned that you can either forgive and forget or just forgive and hope to God that the person who wronged you doesn’t fuck up again.

Screw me one – shame on you

Screw me twice – shame on me

Screw me three times and you’re asking for a world of hurt and anguish!

I’m just sayin

I grew up an only child. I didn’t find out I had brothers until I believe I was in junior high or high school. My oldest brother is I believe four years older than me. My step brother is a year and four months and my baby brother is approximately eight years and five months younger than me. Our mothers’ ex-husband was a hoe! Not a whore because if that were true we’d have a dozen more siblings. Latimers are by far not an infertile family!

My mother divorced her ex-husband the year I turned three.  The month before my third birthday my mother and I moved to Texas. For the first nine years, we lived with my grandparents. When I was in 4th or 5th grade, Mom and I moved “next door” to our very own house. I remember after we moved I would have dreams about Tutu (look I refuse to call him father or dad my blog my prerogative) almost weekly. Sometimes I would wake up crying. Sometimes I would wake angry. I would question my mother why he wasn’t around. What did I do to deserve this? She did her best to comfort me but nothing she did or said was ever enough. I wanted and needed answers from HIM. But he would never grant me the satisfaction of talking face to face coherently. In my ENTIRE life, I have seen the man maybe five times. Five times!!! See I got the shit end of the stick because my mother and I moved to Texas. If given the choice, I wouldn’t have moved here. I would have opted for living with family in California. At least then, I would have grown up around my older brother and developed some sort of relationship with Tutu. Makes logical sense, right?! Not so much.

Growing up, I blamed Tutu for everything that happened or didn’t happen. I blamed him for my mom having to struggle to raise me and finance my education at Baylor. I hated him more than anything for having other child and being happy with someone other than my mother. Did my mother deserve to be happy? Didn’t she deserve to have a life outside of a single mom? Didn’t I deserve to be a happy kid?

It took a really long time for me realize my parent’s divorce was NOT my fault nor did it have anything to do with me. My mother divorced him because he was and probably still is an alcoholic and drug addict. I was told he was so strung out once that he sold our TV so he could get high. What a shining example of a “father” right?

I don’t know what my or brothers’ lives would have been like if Tutu had been something more than just a sperm donor nor do I want to anymore. I grew up a few years ago and came to the conclusion that I had a few really great father figures in my life. These gentlemen were there for my mom and me more than Tutu probably ever wanted to be. So I forgave him. Yes just like that. As I said before, I cannot spend my whole life angry because it doesn’t benefit me or Tutu. Perhaps one day we’ll speak again but until then I am content living my life without him.

Thanks for reading…

The Southern Yankee

Day 2: Something You Love About Yourself

So three days ago I started this 30 Days of Truth writing challenge in an effort to jump start my passion for writing again. And while initially thought this would be easy and that able to knock out posts like I take shots, I have to say I think I should just stick to take shots. Don’t get me wrong. I believe God and I agree writing is something I should do for a very long time. It’s helped me get through so many “rough patches” in my life. It has allowed me to “keep calm and let go” of the majority of shit that has happened to me and around me. But JESUS this challenge here is going to really cause me to think outside of my happy little emotion filled rollercoaster of a box.

So with that said, it is now Day 2 of the 30 Days of Truth challenge. Today’s topic is: Something you love about yourself. Now anyone who knows me I’m not one to sing all kinds of praises about myself. I sometimes think I am incapable of complimenting myself. I compliment and play nice with others but me myself and I don’t get along. I’m my worst critic and above all I am the first person to “talk shit” to myself. So imagine my predicament when I started to really think about what I LUV about myself. After two hours of driving yesterday, I settled on two things I really love about myself.

#1 – I am the type of person who loves to continuously learn new things.

I consider myself pretty smart. Maybe not Albert Einstein or George Washington Carver smart but I think for being as scatter-brained as I can be sometimes okay maybe a little more than sometimes I can hold my own on a variety of topics but if I don’t know anything about a topic or can’t bullshit my way through (which if I do say so myself I am pretty good at) I’ll at least do my due diligence to read or learn more about the topic for next time. I think being an only child in a family full of black Southern Baptist adults who did not understand “because I said so” was not an adequate answer for an inquisitive child. Yes I was this kid. Nonetheless, I enjoy reading and watching documentaries about other people, lifestyles, cultures, foods, science, history (even though history classes are not my forte), politics, religions, careers (especially my own), etc.

#2 – I can cook!!!

I may not be Chef Cat Cora, Chef Alex Guarnaschelli or Ms. Paula Deen but I DO know my way around a kitchen and can throw down! I suppose the fact that everyone in my family can cook they asses off helps me greatly. My Grandpa Latimer (God rest his soul) and my uncle (my mother’s youngest sibling) are trained chefs. Even though I never had the pleasure of eating any of his dishes, I am pretty sure my grandfather was a whiz in the kitchen. My uncle, on the other hand, is the reason why I have such an elaborate sweet tooth. The man is a genius when it comes to pastries; however, I do not have his genius pastry chef capabilities. I can bake but not as well or from scratch like he can.

Nevertheless, I am a fantastic little chef. I love trying new as well as putting new spins on family recipes. I wish I could say that most of my experiments in the kitchen work in my favor. which is why cayenne pepper and I are NOT besties! I also wish I ate most of things I can cook. Here let me explain. Before my mom and I moved into our own house, we lived with my maternal grandparents, which is where I learned how to cook. Grandma cooked a variety of foods. I learned how to cook these foods and could/can make them well; however, I didn’t/don’t like to eat them. Many conversations with my friends typically go as follows:

My friends: how the hell do you call yourself black if you don’t eat __________ (insert a random dish you would find in a Southern black family’s home here)?

Me: I dunno! I just don’t like it.

My friends: but you can cook ______________ (again insert a random dish you would find in a Southern black family’s home here)

Me: sho can and you will love it!!!

My friends: *blank stare* coupled with a nasty *side eye*

Me: shut up bitches and eat!

My friends: nom nom nom nom

So what is something or things you love about yourself? Leave a comment and lets discuss.

Thanks for reading…

The Southern Yankee

30 Days of Truth

So I have decided to try something new again to jump-start my motivation to write. I found this prompt on another blog and decided to give it a try. I admit I could put forth more of an effort when it comes to my writing but without making up too many excuses

Please keep in mind while I love to write and can sometimes write my little heart out, it is hard for me not to write from my emotional and sometimes childish self. So when reading, imagine yourself in my shoes and that of the things I discuss throughout the next thirty days are from your own story.

In case you would like to use this challenge, below are each of the prompts.

Day 01 — Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 — Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 — Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 — Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 — Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 — Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 — Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 — Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like dirt.
Day 09 — Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 — Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 — Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 — Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 — A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 — A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 — Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 — Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 — A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 — Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 — What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 — Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 — (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 — Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 — Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 — Make a play list to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 — The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 — Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 — What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 28 —What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 29 — Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 — A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself.

Thank you and enjoy…

The Southern Yankee