A little Jack Nicholson, a little Morgan Freeman.

Combine the two? The Bucket List.

My sister writes a blog (and is totally better at this blogging thing than I am) and she recently posted a few of the items on her bucket list. So, because I'm an awesome big sister, I'm going to follow in her footsteps and create a bucket list of my own.

Here are my top nine:

-Renovate a home with my father. Y'all know my dad is a carpenter. And I have inherited his passion for old homes. I love them. When I was looking for a place to live, I visited old, run down homes. Why? Because they all had character. And possibly termites, mice, and roaches (my apartment doesn't have any of those...we only have a chicken). I wanted to live in a house that my dad could turn into a home. He's truly gifted.

-Visit all of the united states. Every last one. And truly visit. Not- I drove threw there once. Thus far? I've been to Florida, New York, North Carolina, Montana, Wyoming, and DC. All the other places? I've only driven through. Visiting the rest stop in VA or PA doesn't exactly count. I want to be a tourist.

-Graduate from college! Yup. So bad at the whole college thing that it went on my bucket list.

-Fall completely in love. The kind of love that cannot be explained. The kind of love that doesn't fade in and out. I want a real, Katherine Hepburn/Henry Fonda via On Golden Pond kind of love.

-I want to learn how to paint. AND, I want to create a work of art. That, obviously, will be featured in my renovated home.

-Learn how to make, bake, and design cupcakes. I love to make cupcakes. Like, LOVE to make cupcakes. Betty Crocker and I kick some ass at baking cupcakes. I'd like to ditch Betty though. She's kind of a prude. I want to start my own bake shop and create decadent, delicious, and delightful cupcakes. Alliteration totally kicks ass. Thank you elementary english.

-Go to a nude beach. Because people? I love to be naked. I could be naked all the time. When my roommate isn't home? It's naked time. I don't look like Angelina Jolie or Megan Fox but, I love the way I feel in my own skin. And, don't get me wrong. I would totally have naked time when she was home but, I'm courteous like that.

-Write my own book. I started writing a story for my creative writing class (where the people in my class? were old, unimaginative, and had horrible grammar/spelling) and haven't finished it. I might share it with y'all. Might.

-Have a crazy, passionate, intense, love making session(s) with an Spanish man. Because I've heard? The meat in Spain? Is to die for. I'm a sucker for a dark-headed, mysterious, tall man. And, all Spanish men look like that. Duh.

After coming up with the nine, I've realized something. When I was younger? I was all kinds dreamy. Now? I'm more realistic. I miss that endless dreaming. The kind that was uninhibited. I don't have that anymore. Perhaps I should add that to the bucket list.