Showing posts with label bucket list. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bucket list. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

25 things I want to accomplish in December. A bucket list, if you will.

Being that it is already freaking December (wtf!) I figured that I would put together a little list of all of the crap I need to do this month.  Because lists! And also, jeez.  What the heck happened to 2015?  

25 things that I would love to accomplish in December.  No guarantees though, obviously:

1.  Finish Christmas shopping before December 24.

2.  Get Christmas gifts wrapped well before December 24.

3.  Mail all Christmas packages that need to be mailed on time.

4.  Get Christmas cards out within a week or so.

5. Write a well thought out New Year Resolution list.

6.  Purge some shitty/annoying/old/broken Christmas decorations.

7. Track on My Fitness Pal every day.  Even Christmas. (grr)

8. Organize the embarrassingly disorganized craft room.

9. Make a really good Christmas playlist on Spotify.

10.  Force kids to purge crap from their bedrooms.

11.  Purge crap from my own bedroom.

12.  Bake Christmas cookies.  A really lot of them.  The good kind, like those walnutty snowballs and peanut butter balls and snickerdoodles even though snickerdoodles probably don't actually count as a Christmas cookie.

13. Gather up some old winter coats, hats, etc for donation.

14. Find a knitting class. Join that class.  Learn how to knit. Knit a hat.

15. Plan a trip.  Some place warm preferably.

16. Make a few photo books.  I only have approximately 40,000 pics spread out on 4 computers that span about a 15 year period.  That is not an exaggeration.

17. Post regularly here, on this blog.

18. Start a new program on TV - I heard about the new Netflix series called Marvel, and I think I want to add it to the lineup.  Since all of TV land thinks it's appropriate to go on hiatus like, now, I need a replacement show.

19. Read/catch up on some of my old favorite blogs.

20.  Get a new fridge and dishwasher.  And maybe a new stove while I am at it.

21. Read through all of the magazines that I have sitting around just annoying me.  Then actually throw them away when I'm finished.

22. Make a decoration thing that holds all of the Christmas cards we get.  Sadly, we seem to get less and less actual Christmas cards each year now that people tend to just post a pic on Facebook.  Well that stinks.

23. Get all of the things we need for the big Christmas breakfast.  Including a chef hat.

24. Drive through the Christmas light show with my family.  Preferably on a night that snows if snow would ever happen in NY. And drink hot chocolate and listen to Christmas music at the same time, of course.

and last but certainly not least, a personally personal goal: 25. Keep being strong, and keep moving forward.




Monday, December 10, 2012

can being a part of flash mobs be an occupation?

When I'm by myself and deep in thought, chances are I am either daydreaming about impossible things, or pondering what I want to be when I grow up.  Never mind that I am pushing 43.  OMG.  I just realized that I really am turning 43 in like, two months!  Where did 42 go?!  Shit!

Moving on.

I just want to be in a flash mob.  It's actually in my official bucket list.

What kind of job can someone get that is related to flash mobbery?  Sadly, I'm not a very good dancer.  I really have no rhythm and I definitely don't believe that I could pull off like, anything too involved, like Michael Jackson dance moves.  Or the electric slide.  I can stand there and bob my head, basically.  I do have a few signature moves, but they somewhat resemble Elaine from Seinfeld's infamous moves.




But probably more like Fat Monica on Friends.  Without the donut.  Because that could really pose a choking hazard.



I may even have that outfit.  Did I just day that out loud?

Anyway, I think being in random flash mobs would be an awesome occupation.  I am a great organizer!  I could organize the flash mob and then stand there and watch it like a superstar.  Like a superstar spectator.  That would probably be more up my alley.  Organizing, standing, and spectating while head bobbing.  At the same time.

It's not very fair that my mother never put me in dance classes growing up.  I blame her for my lack of rhythm.  Because of that, I'll more than likely never make it into the flash mob business. 

Damn it.