Unearthed Bucket List

This morning I was cleaning out my Franklin Planner from back in my (paid) working days.  I decided to go back to the planner instead of scratching things down on a random cute spiral notebook that I pick up at Target every quarter.  This movement is in the hopes of making my life a little more organized.

While I was looking through the left over pieces of paper, business cards and items on my To Do List from 2002, I ran across a list I had shoved in the back of my planner.  It was my once written and long forgotten Bucket List.  Here it is:

Things to do b/4 I die

1. Start my own company, catering and/or store
2. Raise loving, self confident and self loving children
3. Get my masters
4. Go to Greece
5. Go to Europe
6. Go to Italy
7. Learn another language
8. Learn pottery
9. Work in a kitchen to learn more about cooking
10. Triathlon
11. Make a quilt

It feels like I have opened a little time capsule to myself.

I’m happy to say I have knocked off number #1, the catering company.  For those of you who did not know, an old friend and I once owned and operated  our own catering company for two years.  It was called Eat, Drink & Mary. It was a lot of fun and a lot of very hard work.

As for #2, raising children is a life long endeavor.  I guess I will only know if I have succeeded in this matter a little later.

#10 is scratched off.  As most of you know, I have jumped whole hog into triathlons.

As for the rest of the items, I will keep them there, work on them, determine if I still want them there and even add some new ones.

What’s on your list?

Thought for the day…

What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?

Today’s random thoughts of craziness

I think a bug shit on my nose today.

I am on my fourth pair of new running shoes in two weeks.  I have discovered the art of taking back shoes I have run outside in.

PJ was home with strep throat today.

I think KP might have ass strep…he is just the kinda kid that gets ass strep.

I’ve decided I have taken on too much.  If I could give one thing away, it would be teaching SUNDAY SCHOOL.  Lord knows I should not be doing it anyway and I’m not really a Sunday person.

I have heard KP tell me he is going to cut me with a sharp knife if he doesn’t get his way.  He is just the kinda kid that would cut someone with a sharp knife.

Thinking joining facebook was just another thing to eat away at my time.

How are all those people I haven’t seen in 21 years all there waiting for me to ask them to be my friends all over again?  Are they really my friends anyway?

I think it’s time to be done for the night.

Have you seen Mad Men?  Oh lord…we just started season one and can’t stop.  It makes you want to drink scotch, smoke and absolutely not be a woman in the early 60’s.

How bad is it that I was too lazy to actually clean out the coffee grounds in the coffee machine?  The left overs, under the fresh stuff, might make for a really nice blend tomorrow at 5:00.

OK, now I’m done for the night.

Today’s Haiku

Outside I sit, done

Wishing for calm waters

the beast will soon sleep

Get-a-way

If I was not hang’n out in Mexico on a white sandy beach reading a book with my most beloved husband, I would figure out a way to go on a girlie week to surf school.

Most likely to be a bad idea

Our neighbor, Sweet Baby E who is 18 months, was over this morning for a little while to play and hang out while her mom ran the dogs to the vet.

Now I’ve been saying for a while that KP has cured me of wanting any more kids.  There has been no baby-lust going on and no yearning to be pregnant at all on my end.  In fact, I have felt like this is it.  Like I am done and moving on from that phase in my life.  That three is it.  I can see the light at the end of the tunnel people, as far as all the baby gear is concerned, my baby will go off to kindergarten the year after next.  I have even been so close as to feeling like it is time to almost get ride of all of our stuff.

And then today, as I looked at the four kids in our living room, this feeling of 4 being the right number, the perfect number, the number that seems complete struck me so hard it was like a smack in the face.

It has given me pause today and made me ask the question…why?

Lists of lists

I’m leaving tomorrow at 1:00 in the afternoon for the marathon on Saturday.

We (our running group, with husbands and kids) will be staying the weekend at Laura’s cabin after the race.

I am not remotely ready to go.

Here are the lists of things I have yet to do (it is now 10:00 pm):

• gather and pack race items: food, drink, clothing, accessories
• make scones, raspberry butter and quiches for the weekend
• prep the rest of the food that goes with the rest of the food that will be made while at the cabin (I so do this shit to myself - I could have just bought something from the store)
• cooking utensils for the food items listed above
• kids clothes, sleeping stuff, misc. (like scar reducer medication)
• hamster and fish drop off, instructions and food baggies
• I know there is something else…I just can’t think of it, but I will be sure to put it on the list after I do it just so I can mark it off.

I think I’ll have a glass of wine and think about it all tomorrow.

I know my kids will cooperate while I get all that done, right?

Do you like to cuss as much as me?

Thanks to Mrs. Bickerson I now know I’m a total ass hole.

Birthday Cleanse

My friend Laura has this great idea for her kids.  She told them that before their birthdays they need to choose X number of toys/things (X=number of years old you will be) and give them away.

I love this idea, it feels so freeing.  Picking out 38 items in my life and giving them away.

What to choose…what to pick…what to give?

What would you give away?

Thinking…

This is NOT the tattoo I would go for.