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The Bucket List

This summer I'm going to embark on something new, a summer without a job. For the first time in a long time I will not work, well not in the typical manner because I will be working on my thesis, but I will not be working for someone else, I will be my own boss, will crack my own whip, make my fingers move... you get the point. This is both interesting, liberating, and frightening.

Aside from the writing, I have a created a bucket list. Well friends and I have created a bucket list so that we can ensure there are adventures and perhaps a few more stories...


The Bucket List


1. Carlsbad Caverns
2. Visit a driving range
3. Wet n' Wild
4. White Sands Grilling
5. Horseback Riding
6. Downtown El Paso Ghost Tour
7. Concordia Ghost Tour
8. Strip Club
9. Tram Way ride
10. Western Playland
11. Fishing


So far, we have only in the planning stages of the El Paso Ghost Tour. But, I have to say that with it only being June 13th I have already done a lot.

Neon Desert Music Festival. Snoop Dog. Tennis. Sunday Soccer Sunday. The El Paso Zoo. Teaching. Shakespeare Play. Cooking amazing meals with my Sous Chef. Music Under the Stars concerts. Boxing. Gym time with my now not so smiley friend. and and and..... 

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