I decided a few months back that I needed a Bucket List. Hell, if Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson can have one, so can I. Anyone else got one? Or if not a formal list, at least some idea of things you would like to do or accomplish before you die?
When I decided to do my Bucket List, a friend of mine told me I couldn't put down things like "see my children get married", "live long enough to pay off the mortgage on my house", "NOT live long enough to put another new roof on my house", etc.
WOW...this was going to be hard. She informed me that my list should be dreams of mine. Possibly even frivolous dreams. Things that pertained to me and me only. Selfish items. Oh God. I knew I was out of my element then. I've lived for my kids and the rest of my family for so long I have somehow forgotten a lot of dreams.
But determined to have a Bucket List, I persevered. And I am going to share maybe three items with you today. There are some that ended up being a bit too private. I know you'll understand if I don't reveal EVERYTHING. lol
Number one on my list? Get a tattoo. Ha! No sooner said than done. I was at Myrtle Beach this summer, drank four glasses of wine and got a tattoo. A small butterfly on the outer side of my right leg just above the ankle. It's turquoise, purple, and pink. And I am planning to get some honeysuckle vine added to it. I want it to look as though the butterfly is sitting on one of the blossoms.
The guys in the tat shop were great. All of them pierced out the ying yang. And all of them big dudes that looked like they were headed to a Hell's Angels convention too. But really sweet. There are two tat shops here in town. Both good. But I'm going back to Myrtle Beach and see those guys again this summer. It was a great experience. A bit painful, but great anyway.
Next up? Tell THAT bitch off. Yeah, there was someone I'd been pissed off with for years, and I finally told her off. Trust me, she deserved it. I know, I know, fifteen years after the fact is a bit much, but hell, there were other forces at work then, and I couldn't tell her what I thought. So she got it. With both barrels. And I must say, she took it well. Probably shocked I even recognized her old scraggly, ugly looking ass. Yeah, I said it. She's three years younger than me and I LOOK BETTER. LMAO...and she knew it too. It was obvious. Hell, I looked ten years younger. She did not age well at all. Yeah, I'm rambling a bit, but I want you to understand the utter enjoyment I got out of telling her off. And NO, it was not over a man. On her BEST day she couldn't take one from me. lol It was over money. Yeah, money. Long story, but she screwed me over pretty badly. I could have sued, but like I said, other forces were at work that stopped me. I'll never be loyal to anyone again when money is at stake.
So I only have two items crossed off on my list of fourteen. My friend also told me that a Bucket List usually maxed out at twenty and was almost always ten. I'm a fourteen. I don't know how my friend knows all these things, but she does.
Want one more? Probably not, but I'm blogging and I only do it once a month here so I'm going to keep the blogging floor a little longer and share another item on my Bucket List.
To get laid one more time by a man who knows how to do it. Now, you might say, "how difficult is that?" Well, it is. Not every man knows what the hell they are doing. At least not with me. You know that thing about it takes twenty minutes to rev a woman up and prepare her for the Big O? Well, most of them don't wear a watch. And hells bells I got really tired of the whole thing because of the lack of emotion. I'm stuck in a time warp, been reading too much romance I guess. I mean seriously, would it kill a guy to start a fire in the fireplace? Don't answer that. It was a double entendre. LMAO.
Okay, well that is all I am sharing with my Bucket List. The rest of it is pretty personal. So now you're thinking, "WOW, she tells us she needs to get laid and by somebody who knows how and the rest of her list is personal!" UHHHHH YEAH, pretty much.
I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas surrounded by love and filled with lots of memories. It's those memories that get you through life.
Hugs to all...and to all... a good night!
16 comments:
Tess,
I loved the part of your blog where you told the bitch off. You go gal and finish the rest on your bucket list.
Mary Suzanne
lol Yeah, I loved telling her butt off. She was indeed a real BITCH.
And I'm working on the list.Slowly but surely going to get there I think. But I'm a bit worried about one thing.
When I finish the list does it mean I have to kick the bucket?
Maybe I better slow down. lol
I loved telling the bitch off too! And no when you finish your list it does not signal the Fates that your time is up. Most people continue to add things to their list as things arise and desires change. Maybe you read a book about New Zealand and add a trip there to your list or a HAWT new neighbor speaks Italian and you decide to add speaking Italian or doing an Italian to your list. Either way the point is to keep growing and challenging yourself.
I believe the whole purpose of these sort of list are to help of stay true to our desires and to never stop developing. Just my opinion though
Margie
Tess,
That was great. I know about the money thing. I keep bailing out a family member, has caused many a issue but suppose can't bitch if I keep helping. I love the bucket list idea. I loved that movie btw and good for you a tattoo whoot
~Hales
Margie,
You make sense. Just keep adding to the list until the Grim Reaper comes for me. lol
But just to be on the safe side, I'm going to make sure I keep one thing on that list at all times. lol
I loved that movie too. Except I had to cry at the end. I hate crying at movies and do my very best not to watch the ones I know will make me cry. But I love Jack, so had to watch it. lol
And yep, everyone should tell off that special someone. lol
You intend to keep one thing on the list at all times?
Well, that's a good thing, since you've added 'being with a man one more time who knows what he's doing." LOL. That item, my dear, will probably stay on teh list for a while. And if you DO find him, let us all know where on earth you found him!! LOL.
Nice blog, Ms. Tess.
I sooo want to know the rest of that list! C'mon, give me an early Xmas present.. heee heee
Yep, Carol. I figure if I keep one thing on the list at all times then I can't kick the bucket. lol
And about that guy? Well, I said get laid. I said nothing about love. So you and Tink can hold off on the dust. lol
lol, Kissa! How's it going, sweetie? We haven't chatted in ages it seems.
And you want to know do ya? Let's just say it involves money. lol So am I going to turn pro? lol
Oh God. This is funny.
Hmm, I have a few people I like to tell off too.
Maybe I should make my own list too?
Janice~
Tattoo? If I was still a Republican I'd say, "That's how it starts. One little tattoo leads to another and then another and another. In no time Tess'll look like a jungle, totally covered in tattoos.
Nice post Tess and congrats again.
Hey Tess!
You know, I never heard of something called a "Bucket list." However, I have been doing something like this ever since my mother died in 1989.
My mother was a wealthy woman who had bought stocks in GM back in the 50s (when she was forced to work b/c my father caught polio.)
Dad passed away in 1970 and she got remarried in 72. She had a list of things she 'never got around to doing.' Like taking a trip to Alaska, buying a grandfather clock, getting a tattoo, having 4 boys, learning to play the accordion, wanting to become a man -- stuff like that.
It wasn't like she couldn't afford it. She just never made the time.
She died at the age of 56.
Major wake up call for me. (especially now. I am 45 - my dad died at 39, my brother at 49)
The day she died - (I was 23) I went out and got a tattoo. Mom never saw that silly dream of hers come true. Well, dammit! I would!
Since then, I have done a list of 'frivolous' things that were for ME.
2004, I got another tattoo for me (and am planning to donate a whole arm for tattoos telling my life story.)
In 2005, I got myself a coo-cuckoo clock (and yes, someday I WILL get that damn grandfather clock in honor of my mother!)
In 2006, I got my nose pierced - something I had been talking about for years!
In 2007, I went to NYC. I loved it so much, I've been back there 6 more times and planning more.
In 2008, I decided to see if I could write that book I always dreamed of. I'm closer now than I've ever been.
In 2009, I stopped trying live the way society wanted me to live. I am now an open, gender fluid (or gender queer)person, and I will NEVER AGAIN allow myself to be put in a box.
And it's just not once a year I scratch (or add) to my list. As the universe changes, so do I. Other things that got scratched off my list were:
getting a dog, becoming a member of a ghost hunting team, marching in Gay Pride parades, getting subscriptions to the Advocate and Out magazine WITHOUT the plastic covering, volunteering at the local GLBTQA community center, lived off grid for several years, took an airplane trip, going to an Indian Pow-Wow, going to a BDSM festival, learning how to explore caves as a professional (even though I am claustrophobic), lived among the the Mennonites for a few years, became a vegetarian, meeting all the actors for Star Trek - the original series... these are silly things for some, but for me, they are a testament that I have done some living.
So, what's left on my list? Plenty! I want to go to the UK and spend some time I want to see Stonehenge, some castles. I want to look up my first love (who's from Sweden), I want to learn the German Language, I want to take a week long trip on a train railway, sleeping in the bed car, I want learn how to ride a horse, I want more tattoos, at least one more piercing, I want to sit at an authors table and sign books, buy a cabin in the woods, I want more cats, I want to see Oregon, New Mexico, walk the WHOLE Appailation (sp) Trail (it takes 5 months), I want to meet someone adventurous and like minded as I am.
This list - one that I never had a name for, has kept me young, on the go, always looking forward. Even on the days I get manic depressive, I can sit back and think - I HAVE accomplished some things in my life.
Granted, they are not the dreams of a 'socially acceptable' person, but what the hell?
They were my dreams, my goals, and it all means something to ME.
Make your list, Janice. It can be sooooo damn invigorating to tell off someone who really needs it. That crap had been festering for years. It's all gone now. Still lost my money, but that I can handle. Her thinking she got away with it and no one knew was another thing. I highly recommend the Bucket List to everyone. It's fun.
I don't think we're going to have to worry about me becoming the tattoo lady, Dee. lol
One and that little honeysuckle vine is enough to me. Anymore and for me it just isn't sexy. One of Jess' friends got these huge stars tattooed up and down her torso. God, it was horrible.
Just think, as a Granny she is going to look like that. Yuk.
And congrats on remembering to post? Or the tattoo? lol
That's quite a list, George. And congratulations on being true to yourself. And I'm thrilled you are trying your hand at writing.
The things on your list are sort of like mine. All for me. It makes sense that the Bucket List is filled with selfish things. And I, of course, don't mean selfish in a bad way.
We all need to do little things for ourselves. If we don't, no one else will. That is one thing I have come to know.
So you keep plugging away at your list and I'll chip away at mine. Sooner or later we'll get there.
Oh and, go rent The Bucket List with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. Great movie. Loved it.
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