The Hubs is a list guy. I have lived my life flying by the seat of my pants and enjoying the trip. That doesn’t mean I don’t like organization – my closet is arranged by color, sleeve length, and collar shape. Seriously. But I also like not knowing what’s going to happen next. Routines bore me. Which is why I can’t seem to stick to a blogging schedule, no matter how hard I try or how easy I make it. I just seem to have the focus of a squirrel playing with glitter.
But with all of that in mind, I decided to do something I never thought I’d do: make a list. A bucket list, really. A list of things I want to do or accomplish. At some point. I know, without deadlines, they’re just wishes… Whatever. My blog, my rules.
- Hold a baby monkey – I’ve been fascinated with monkeys since I was a toddler. Long story short, I always thought I’d have one kid and one monkey and raise them together. The Hubs put an end to that plan real quick. Like he seriously reconsidered the whole marriage thing quick, because I guess he didn’t really want to believe that he’d married a woman who wanted to raise an animal and a child as siblings, but duuuuude? How cool would it have been?
- Take a cooking class – when The Hubs and I first got married, I didn’t know how to cook. In fact, I’d lived in my place {with my infant daughter} for about 9 months and had never even turned on the stove. Hello? I lived in Louisiana; I bought crawfish boil from the back of some dude’s truck. Daily. You haven’t eaten until you’ve purchased your meal from some random guy’s vehicle – the potatoes were tender, the corn on the cob had just the right amount of kick, and the crawfish were…. I’m drooling just thinking about it. Oh, back to the cooking class… See what I mean about focus? I want to take one of those couple’s classes with The Hubs. He’s said he’d go with me. I just think it’d be fun and romantic. Even though we rarely cook together in our kitchen at home. He doesn’t do things
the rightmy way. - Take the RV and travel Route 66, stopping in small towns along the way – I want to see America. I want The Hubs to drive and pull over whenever I say “Now” and let me take pictures. I want to photograph old decaying buildings before they completely disappear. I want to capture elderly people sitting on their front porches and share their stories. I want to see little kids outside riding bikes, playing kickball… Do they even do that anymore? Maybe those days are far behind us. Anyway, I want to capture what is left of small town America.
As you can see, my list is pretty small. For the most part, I think I’ve done everything I want to do. I served in the Army. Not necessarily something I wanted to do, but certainly something I never thought I could do. I was the most unathletic person to ever manage to barely pass gym class. I went back to college and earned a master’s degree while raising 4 kids {5 during the summer}. I have a career that I enjoy and a hobby that I love. So, yeah, I’m pretty content with the way my life has turned out and with the things that I’ve accomplished.
Are you a list person? Do you have a bucket list? What’s on it?
