This is me, welcoming myself back to the blog world again. Welcome, self!
I need to write a real post (maybe tomorrow, I have deadlines tomorrow so I will probably feel in the mood to blog), but for today I'm just gonna dive in here and post my bucket list, because a certain blog (don't go there) is giving away a bunch of (REALLY BORING - YOU DON'T WANT THEM - DO NOT VISIT THE BLOG) vacations. You just have to post your own bucket list to enter. But don't do it. Because I want to win. (I DESERVE IT. YOU DO NOT. YOU NEED NO VACATION. I NEED ALL THE VACATIONS.)
(By the way - things are better. Thank you for all of the good hearted, thoughtful, kind advice on the last post. I took it to heart, yes I did. Possibly I cried quite a bit when I read your kind words.) (Also, there are certain times in the month when I should not be allowed near a keyboard, but that is a post for another day. ONWARD.)
HERE IS MY BUCKET LIST:
- Let's get the obvious blogger-stabby one out of the way first: Write a book.
- Own a home again, a forever home (that the bank doesn't take away and then give back and then take away again) because hey, we
- Achieve financial stability
- Get really really good at math. I never really tried. I just assumed it was too hard and never did my homework and never listened in class and never even attempted to understand anything. And now I sit in engineering meetings and completely understand what is going on and realize that I'm just as smart as the engineers. The difference between them and me is that I was extremely lazy in high school.
- (Er... AND in college) Finish my degree. I say finish but really I mean START because none of my credits are worth transferring. Actually, my grades for the classes I had in the morning were pretty good, but my grades for the classes that conflicted with Days of Our Lives - well, forget it.
- Become a Flex UI designer. (It's a programming thing.)
- Be 120 pounds. No particular reason. I just want to say that I did it ONCE IN MY LIFE.
- Have a grand piano. I would play the crap out of that thing.
- Be able to afford any kind of lessons my kids are interested in. They are such exceptional, talented kids (they really are - if only you knew) and it kills me to know that if they had more financially savvy parents they would have more opportunities to develop those talents. We do what we can, but it's not as much as they deserve.
- Be in a community theatre musical. Or something else that involves showing off and applause. So that maybe I can finally exorcise my remaining wanna-be-Rachel-Berry tendencies and just QUIT IT.
- Be on the Amazing Race. (No, I didn't steal this from Kalli, she clearly stole it from me, since it has been in my brain for the last ten years) (At least.) (WAIT. TWO BLOGGERS, teaming up, for a race around the world. HOLY MACKEREL, I THINK WE'RE ON TO SOMETHING. Kalli, call me.)
- Go to Jamaica. Or somewhere beachy and exotic. Or just somewhere outside of the US. Other than Tijuana, I've never been out of the US. Whenever I read that a friend is going on vacation somewhere out of the country I feel bitter. (And then I feel small for feeling bitter.) (And then I feel bitter again.)
- Be able to afford family season passes to a ski resort and ski school for the kids. I just know they would all love it and be little skiing rock stars. I CAN FEEL IT.
- Have a camper/trailer and the time to travel around the country with the kids.
- Learn to sew. I put this last because it is the one I am actually the least optimistic about. I can never remember how to thread the bobbin and I don't understand all of the ironing and the fabric matching upping and all of the crap you have to do with patterns. It mystifies me. I just want to sew some freaking window coverings, you know? Like a nice roman shade. Why does it have to be so complicated? You'd think there would be a reliable glue stick for that kind of stuff by now. Or a robot.
Although - oh dear.
For all of my idealism and NPR listening, it would appear that I don't actually want to save the world, or accomplish anything major, I mostly want to loll around on beaches, show off, and own stuff. DIE CAPITALIST PIG, DIE.
Oh, hey - totally unrelated: What do you do when you receive a friend request from someone on Facebook who you just find rather annoying? You don't hate the person, but they just bug you? Or when you read their blog/twitter/FB updates it makes you feel jealous and/or stabby? But you don't want to be openly hostile by refusing the friend request? Do you accept it? Ignore it? I ASK YOU.
Remember - don't enter. DON'T. ENTER. THE. CONTEST.
This is my entry in the Just Ask Bucket List Getaway Giveaway. Just Ask offers a breast and ovarian cancer screening and is encouraging people to share 15 things that I want to enjoy in my lifetime as a reminder to be aware of my health. Want to enter? Head over to TodaysMama.com to get the details.