if tomorrow never comes {everyone's doing it}

i heart blogs.

i really do. well. i heart well-written ones that make me laugh, make me cry, make me think. and occasionally, i like blogs that are like mine and share a random youtube video of a kid lip-synching to katy perry.

so far today, i've read 3 blogs. one from someone in my field and when i followed the link to her pricing, i wanted to vomit. {just a thought - why do you give 8 hours of coverage by 2 photographers if you're only going to give them FIFTY images at the end? i won't even go into what they were charging for thas...} one about sports - specifically football...even more specifically this past sunday's steelers-bengals game. {this young team can hang with the big names. for sure.} and then one by a man who recently lost his father and sister in law. he wrote a letter to his family just in case he should suddenly pass. it made me cry. it made me laugh. it made me want to write one.

so here goes.

in case i should suddenly pass while doing something awesome, i want the following things to be known.

mom and dad, jess knocked over that big family Bible that one time when no one would admit doing it and we didn't get to go to the movies since someone was lying. i watched her do it.

jess, i forgive you for that. finally.

i fully expect a yellow funeral. if people are not wearing yellow, turn them away. okay, don't do that but give them a dirty look and make them sit in the back.

if kennedy isn't taken in by someone who loves me, i will make sure all of your one way tickets are headed south.

my chickens - you made me a better person. i love you to the moon and back.

i started to think of who to give what to, but in reality, you guys are going to need to sell everything i own to pay off my debts so....sorry about that.

please don't let them keep my facebook account up.

yes, jonathan was my favorite family member. just stating the obvious there.

after my funeral, i want everyone to go to cock and bull {in groups of 15 please. the place is tiny for real.} and tell stories about me...that are appropriate. please.

maggie, sorry about busting your nose that one time. but since you projectile vomited me, i think i was just calling it even. hope you never stop doing our firework dance...or order one taco, please.

i want my girls to take a trip to louisville every year around my birthday. it wouldn't hurt if there was a guy with a reds hat on there.

i want my brother and sister to tell my nieces all about their super cool aunt. and how she loved them with her whole heart. and make sure they are raised right - as reds fans. the die-hard kind.

i hope you were truly proud of me, mom and dad. i was proud of you.

if the bengals ever win the super bowl, i expect someone to write a status update that i would have written. it should go like this: "fairweather fans, if you even think of saying who dey, i will personally come to your house and beat the crap out of you."

joy - i'll make sure our mansions are as close up in heaven as our houses are now. so we can say we're going to go run together...and go eat mexican instead.

cry. i want you to cry. a lot of people say, i don't want you to cry for me after i go. well, i do. i mean, seriously. cry your freaking eyes out. and then move on.

think of me when you hear michael jackson sing, when you watch someone tear all their food apart, when you pass rarity mountain on the way to tennessee, when you say "i can't handle it", when you watch a jude law movie, when you hear an old garth brooks song, when you see someone take all the cheese off their pizza and eat it last, when you skip over a JFK documentary on the history channel, when someone points in the air when they talk, when octoberfest comes out in the fall, when someone starts a joke with "what's the difference between a grape and an elephant?", when you eat hummus, when RENT comes to town, when you feel like arguing over politics or something equally as pointless to argue about, when 'witchita lineman' comes on the radio, when you do the 'rachel' dance {it should always live on}, when you sing "fancy" at karaoke, when you hear someone laugh really, really, really loud...

and mostly - i want you to think of me whenever you can sit back and say, "life is so yellow." and i hope that is often. more because i wish nothing but happiness for everyone but a LITTLE because i want you to think about me. let's be honest. if you forget about me, i'll....haunt you or something.

i have zero plans of going anywhere anytime soon. but i'm not promised tomorrow so in case i go, i wanted you all to know all of that. until then, i'd like to start living like tomorrow might not happen. speak in love, give, pause and rethink unkindness, visit my mamaw, go for a run outside, return my phone calls, talk to God, laugh, and remind myself that if tomorrow DOESN'T come, these 26 years 4 months 27 days and 41 minutes have been yellow. very, very yellow.

xx