I have been inspired once more by Sydney. And so I begin My Bucket List. These are no particular order, simply as they spring to mind. I will keep this list in my anchored pages so that I can update it. I haven’t seen this movie yet, and am very much looking forward to it
Before I “Kick The Bucket” I want to:
Marry the love of my life and live happily ever after. I imagine feeling completely content and utterly safe with him, listening to music, sampling wines, reading, watching sappy old movies all while snuggling up in front of a cozy fire.
Spend a month in Tuscany in a lovely Villa with a fireplace and a pool. I want it to be overlooking a vineyard on one side, and Cypress trees, Poppy fields and Olive trees on the other. I want to spend my days exploring ancient Rome and local marketplaces while sipping wine and sampling all the fabulous food only the local Italians can offer.
Pay off my mortgage and finally and forever be completely debt-free. While I have never imagined myself being wealthy, and have no non-secured debt, this is my idea of true wealth.
Learn to relax, as thoroughly and luxuriously as my cats do every day of their nine lives.
Learn to play the piano.
Own a second home in New England so as often as I wished I could spend as much time with my sisters as I would like.
See the triumphant return of Jesus. I can’t explain it, but since I was a little girl, I have always felt that I would be alive when that happens. I felt this way long before I knew what being saved was. I am an avid reader of biblical prophesy. Unfortunately, my brain is too small to hold the enormity of it and my memory is such that I retain very little of it. Of course, I know I am in good company! I read the Left Behind series in great anticipation of reading another person’s concept of what that magnificent event will be like.
Know that everybody I love is saved and will spend all eternity free of pain and tears.
Spend a Christmas at a ski lodge in Vermont, not unlike the firepit scene with Bob Wallace & Betty Haynes from White Christmas. I am originally from New England and have never been to Vermont! I have always imagined it to be at it’s most splendid during Christmas.
Attend a Placido Domingo concert while he is still in glorious voice.
Mr X took me to a Luciano Pavarotti concert 2 nights before our divorce was final. It was just marvelous, he could still hit the high C’s back then. Pavarotti could, not Mr X
I was 11 when I attended my first Concert. It was The Monkees and I had a huge crush on Mike Nesmith… Huge.
I am a procrastinator
I am an optimist
I am a Republican. I’ll never forget the moment when my dad realized that I was not a Democrat. I was raised in Camelot, the magical fairytale land of the Kennedy’s. My Dad still isn’t over it. (Although I will never again vote for any candidate who cannot properly pronounce the word Nuclear.)
My very favorite smell is a baby, right after a bath
I love carnations
My favorite colors are Red and Green
I married my high school sweetheart
My 3 sisters are my best friends
I loved the Dick Van Dyke show, the Andy Griffith Show, The Waltons and pretty much all those hokey, family, feel good shows
I send coffee back in a restaurant if it is not good
I check my french fries at the drive through before I leave and send those back as well, usually with a remark similar to, “no, I want the ones I see on your TV ads and menu pictures”
The last time I went to a movie theater was so long ago I don’t remember what I saw
I have hundreds and hundreds of books, CD’s, videos and DVD’s
I have a green hammock
I’ve never attended a high school reunion
I made my own Prom dress
My favorite car that I’ve ever owned was a Blue 1965 convertible Mustang
I wish I’d gone to college instead of getting married
I own 3 computers.
I miss the Johnny Carson Show; remember back when late night was witty?
I have hundreds of Longaberger baskets and lots of pottery
I love mornings
I never learned to play the piano, at least not yet
When I first got married I was so Obsessive-Compulsive that I would actually fluff the pillows on the couch while my guests were sitting on it. I gave that up, it was exhausting. Oddly, I have no problem with dust.
I still can’t leave my house if a bed isn’t made
I still can’t stand a dirty dish in the sink
I refold my laundry after someone who has helped me fold it leaves
I can’t fall asleep if the TV isn’t on
I believe that we should have a universal heath plan for all US citizens, not just Medicare for retired people
I believe that medicine can go too far
I believe that science can go too far
I am somewhat claustrophobic. I need to know that I can open a window.
I have always hated high bridges
I have Panic Disorder. The first time I saw someone hyperventilating, I remember thinking “how can someone forget how to breathe”
I am a non-smoker stuck in the body of a person who smokes
I have a love/hate relationship with flying; I hate it, but I love that it can transport me so quickly to someone that I wish to spend time with
I have been to Colorado twice, despite my fear of bridges and ledges
I have been to Key West and watched the sunset at Mallory Square, despite the 44 bridges I had to cross to get there
I value my privacy and solitude
I love large gatherings
I have never had a proper massage
I have been on a cruise to the Caribbean
I adore old family pictures
I miss my grandmothers
I still remember how the town I grew up in smelled the first day we moved in
I love black licorice & Fire Balls
I can’t cook without garlic
I have had the pleasure of personally introducing several people to the joy of reading
There I was, blogging this morning over coffee, and came across a blog where a woman was married to her soul mate, the love of her life.
OK… so the divorced, slightly jaded, moderately cynical woman is thinking “Is there a such a thing as the ‘perfect man’? Is the phrase ‘perfect man’ THE classic oxymoron, right up there with ‘military intelligence’ and ‘government efficiency’?” For the last few hours, I’ve been asking myself what would it take? What sort of man could make me actually consider remarrying?
Here goes.
In a heartbeat, I would marry again, if the right man presented himself. I liked being married (see Mr X). I enjoyed having someone to share things with; the good and the bad. At this point in my life I am more discerning because I know myself better. I will keep this list open as I think more about it, but for now to marry again I would need a man who is:
Intelligent -not necessarily someone with5 or 6 post-graduate degrees, but well read and well spoken.
Extroverted - at least to some measurable degree. I enjoy conversation and gatherings.
Funny - a sense of humor, able to laugh at yourself and sometimes, your circumstances.
Family-oriented - my family is where my heart is.
Content with a simple life - home, family, friends, food, sitting in front of a cozy fire sipping wine.
Appreciative of some of the finer things - music, wine, books, perhaps some travel
Wine lover - see #s 5 & 6
Neat - I don’t do well in a cluttered environment.