As I was going through the WordPress Daily Prompt list, I happened upon this one – Kick the Bucket. I already have a Buck List, but I think it kind of helps to let folks what you’re not going to do. You know, so they don’t ask you to do it.
Attempt to sleep in a coffin to overcome my fear of enclosed spaces. I already know I can’t do it. I have to have a valium or two for an MRI
Will not walk on hot coals. Those that know me know why
Bungee Jumping. There’s something about hurling oneself off a bridge with a rubber band attached to your ankles that’s just not very appealing.
Attend Mardi Gras. Well, maybe just the parade, but after that I’m high tailing it out of there
Chase a tornado. Enough said.
Be a willing participant in a magic trick. It’d be just my luck I get sawed in half and the magician can’t remember what to say or do to put me back together. Irrational fear? I think not.
Get a nose ring, nipple ring, tongue ring, you get the picture. I remember all to well the day I got my ears pierced. I wanted to take that ear piercing gun and . . . Well, violence never solves anything.
This is my Anti-Bucket list thus far. I’m pretty sure there are more things I won’t do, but I haven’t had my morning cup of Joe yet and it’s nearly noon.
I was walking back to the metro station after my doctor’s appointment, in which I was told I still look and sound like crap. And for that I had to pay $40, but I digress.
Anyway, I’m walking back to the metro station and as I’m walking I begin having this thought about what I consider to be an irrational fear. Whenever I’m walking the mean streets of DC, I fear I’m going to face plant and knock out my teeth. I often think about going out and buying a mouth guard or asking my dentist for one.
No sooner had I completed the thought about my irrational fear than I do a walking trip. Kind of like tripping of the stairs. If my childhood ballet teacher saw that, I’m sure she’d be impressed. Didn’t face plant, but it feels like I broke my toe. Not going back to the doctor for that. Will tape it to the next, pull out an old orthopedic shoe boot, put it on and keep it moving.
I don’t like to cook but will if I have to. One thing I will cook . . . Oh pish posh, I couldn’t even get that out without laughing. The one thing I will ask my sister to make for me is lasagna. I know how to make it. She’s shown me and I have made it from time to time, but I think my sister sticks her foot in it when I’m not looking because it comes out so much better than mine. Continue reading →
One of my all time favorite holiday shows is, “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown”. And tonight at 7pm I will eagerly tune in and watch the Peanuts gang, as has been my tradition every year since I was a child.
For just one night I will be transported back to a time when the only thing I had to worry about was what the Great Pumpkin was going to bring me.
But by far the best part of It’s the Great Pumpkin is when Sally meets Linus in the pumpkin patch (notice how she’s all hearts), misses out on ‘tricks or treats’ (notice how she turns), and jacks him right there in said pumpkin patch.
Poor Sally was scorned early on. I wonder what she’s like today. What about Linus? Is he still waiting in the Pumpkin patch and does he still have that security blanket? And poor Charlie Brown. Is he the Bill Gates of the cartoon world? or dare I say, still trying to kick that blasted football. I betcha Lucy is a Tiger Mom, and has Pig Pen learned about soap and water? Did Peppermint Patty ever come out? and did Schroeder ever become a famous classical pianist or did he tap out before he hit puberty?
Don’t judge me. I know I’ve put way too much thought in trying to figure out the fates of my beloved Peanuts characters.