Mo made a not-a-bucket list, which was fabulous, and then SRB at little chicken nugget decided we should all meme the crap out of it, which I am attempting to do here. Basically, it’s a list of stuff you’d like to do or one day dream of doing, without the morbidity of thinking about how soon you’re going to die.
3, no 5 children. The pencil test used to tell me I would have five children–girl, boy, girl, boy, girl. I actually dated a guy in college who said he wanted five, so that made the number stick in my head even more. And then there’s Hubby. He once told me he’d like to have five girls. A set of twins and a set of triplets, if possible. Crazy man. I don’t have to give birth to all these children, but I would like a houseful, let’s put it that way. I grew up in a large family, and it just feels right to me. Ideally, we would adopt, but because we are not the Jolie-Pitts, I kind of have my heart set on foster adoption. I’m still trying to convince Hubby this is a good idea.
2. Join the Peace Corps. I’ve wanted to do this since high school. When I was in college, I took a poetry class with a woman in her 60s who had just returned from the Peace Corps, so I figured I had plenty of time. Maybe after our hypothetical kids have grown up and left the house, I’ll sign myself up and go dig wells in Africa. (See #7.)
3. Publish a book of poetry./Publish a novel. This was a huge dream of mine for a long, long time. Lately I’ve viewed my writing more as a cheap form of therapy than anything worth publishing, but I’m trying to get back into good, literary writing (as opposed to spewing my thoughts on the internet) on a somewhat regular basis.
4. Sew my own clothes and/or my children’s clothes. My mom was an amazing sewer of clothing (and other stuff). She used to make us dresses and Halloween costumes and aprons and cute little hooded bath towels. She sewed a whole crib set when my niece was born. I would like to be able to sew a few simple things for myself. And for my kids. And someday down the road, maybe even my grandkids.
5. Eat only organic foods. Someday when I’m rich and/or live in a climate that is more conducive to growing things, I will buy or grow all organic food. I will not only buy it, I will cook with it, make my own baby food, and somehow turn my black thumb green.
6. Jump out of a plane. With a parachute, of course.
Go to Europe. Set foot on (almost) every continent. I’ve never been to South America, Africa, or Australia. Or Antarctica. I think I’d be okay with never doing that one. Penguins are cool and all, but I’m not a huge fan of the cold.
I could continue to add to this list, but that would take weeks. Let’s just call this good enough for now.
What’s on your not-a-bucket list?