Buckets and Lists

This blog is inspired by fishing4silence who wrote a blog on her bucket list. She remarked on how short her list seemed to be and I had a giggle, thinking surely she just needed another cup of coffee to get her woke up so she could concentrate more to finish out her list of things to do before one literally kicks the bucket.

I thought, hmmmm, since it's a bit slow today on Multiply I should have everyone make a list of 10 things they would have on their own "bucket list". Pretty simple stuff really, and how interesting it would be to see everyone's perspective and what they want to experience or have yet to experience in this life.

So I sat here for a bit and started to think, what would I put on my bucket list? I found though that my list was not quite materializing the way I thought it would. I realized that my thoughts kept wandering in other directions. Ooooh I thought, I want a new and bigger kitchen, no make that a brand new house built the way I want it designed. Ooooh, a new car, a brand spanking new car with 0 miles on it. Just googling for the image above had me ooohing, what a kewl bucket, I would like a neat bucket like that.

It was then that I realized I wasn't really following the bucket list rules. I was listing things, material things that I wanted and I wasn't really thinking or keeping this thing in perspective. The list was or is suppose to include experiences. Things that I haven't yet experienced or want to experience or do before my time is called up.

There were a few obvious things that came to mind such as see the ocean. I have never been to either coast or been out of the US for that matter. Travel was a biggy, but then after that I was starting to draw a blank. My list was starting to look even smaller than Fishing4silence's list and I couldn't claim I just needed another cup of coffee when I don't even drink the stuff.

It made me think that I shouldn't have to think so hard of what should or should not be on this bucket list. Why was it so hard to come up with stuff? Had I really been so content with life that I felt it could not be enriched further? Had I given up dreaming so long ago that I couldn't grasp that concept any more? It has me perplexed and thinking and wondering that perhaps I really should make a real bucket list in order to give me a kick start in that dreaming direction. That I should forget about this wanting stuff and go for that stuff that can't be bought but only felt.

So tell me Multiply people, do you have a list? How long is your list? Is it something you dream about or are you like me and have to really give this some thought, and that those items don't just jump to the fore front of your mind?

Is it as hard for you as it is for me, when thinking about buckets and lists?

 

Merry Christmas Multiply...

Merry Christmas Multiply! I tried visiting all of my friend's guest books or at least the ones who seem to still be here. I always fear that I have unintentionally omitted or over looked someone and don't want anyone to feel left out by any oversight by me.

I do hope the holiday finds all of you warm, happy, surrounded by the people that matter to you the most. My wish for all of you is to have the best in the upcoming new year and that if not all your dreams come true, at least the one that matters most.

I am including a video of my favorite Christmas song.

**(you will note John that this song does not contain a partridge and should therefore be safe from Vero's soup pot,lol)

 

http://youtu.be/zq9c4C2573o

 

Twelve...

 

I can't believe it is already December 19th. Whatever happened to the 12 days of Christmas? If my math serves me correctly, there is only 6 days left til Christmas. I could have swore just a day or so ago I had two weeks til that holiday was upon us. I am blaming it on the government and inflation and the fact that everything is being downsized including the days in the month of December.

I always have good intentions, I always have big plans, and I try to implement those plans but nothing ever really seems to go without a hitch.

I came across the cartoon above and thought it was hysterical. It would be more funny if I actually wrote a holiday newsletter and had all my Christmas cards sent out. As it is I have only a handful that are actually in the mail and a distinct possibility of not getting any more sent out. I should look to see if they sell boxes of just winter holiday cards that wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Valentines day, and St. Patrick's day all rolled into one. I would then have several months in which to send out those cards and still be covered. I, of course, also run the risk of procrastinating with those cards as well and then I would be late for not just one holiday but several consecutive ones.

(sigh) I am so tired.

And I am not even sure why I am so tired, it doesn't seem like I have a lot accomplished when I look around and take stock. I did finally get a bunch of plates of candy delivered to all my neighbors, (well not all of them, just the ones I like,lol). It seemed like it took weeks to just whip up a few batches of candy and even then I didn't get everything made on my list. I have given it all away and yet I can not scratch that chore off my list, as I will once again have to make more goodies for when my family members all get together for the holiday.

Friday I made a dash to the post office to get some pack and ship boxes, what a madhouse. I wedged my way out of there and realized when packing up the boxes of goodies later that the boxes seemed a bit bare so I wandered back into the kitchen to make another batch of candy to fill out their boxes. One more package to assemble was a gift for a special overseas pooch when I realized I had a small problem with the packaging. The shipping envelope I had bought was smaller than I thought, or the gift was bigger than I had imagined. No matter how hard I looked at that gift in it's pretty gift bag, there was no way it was going to fit in that envelope. Desperate times call for desperate measures though and I took it out of it's gift bag and tried to carefully wrap it in tissue and stuff it in it's envelope. It fit, but the envelope now looked like a balloon about to burst. Hmmm, decisions,decisions, another trip to town for a new envelope or box and wait til Monday to post the package or send the puffy package. I opted to send the puffy package.

(sigh)

 I keep telling myself, next year, next year I will be better prepared. I will be on top of things, I will be in total control. I will not be a frazzled, crazed woman running around in circles. I will be on time, maybe even early. I will hand make all my Christmas presents and cards. I will be one of those people whom everyone envies because of their cool ingenuity and craftiness. I will be perfect.

Yeah, I will keep telling myself year after year. It's like Santa Claus, one has to have something to believe in.

Merry Christmas Multiply!

 

I'll have mine on the side, please...

 

Have you ever noticed how some people can make a whole meal out of condiments? I never really thought much about that til having lunch one day with my mom this week.

We ordered the exact same thing at the eating establishment, and as I sat there at the table, I looked over and realized her lunch was twice the size of my own.

It struck me then... my mom is a condiment abuser. Oh I had secretly somewhat already known this for years. The hoard of little packets of ketchup, mustard, taco sauce, the overflowing frigerator door, not to mention the "extra" bottles in her cabinet left little doubt as to her love of condiments.

It left me wondering what really is the purpose of condiments? Are they to enhance the food already prepared or are they there to cover up a multitude of sins?

Condiments are sneaky. Some condiments are swimming in fat and calories, while some make you feel you can partake wildly because of their fat free status in the condiment world. My mom is guilty of all of them. I don't think I can remember a time that she didn't eat anything without some sort of condiment accompaniment. Chili always needed extra ketchup, mustard, and sometimes honey. Or that holy grail of condiments to her,...honey mustard. Vegetables need a large drizzle of dressing. Meat dishes need a splash of barbeque sauce, or steak sauce, or more ketchup. And don't even get her started on miracle whip and pickles.

It's staggering when you walk down the aisle at the grocery and view all of the condiments available. It can be overwhelming, and some people want to try them all. They want that sense of adventure in the door of their fridge. Which leads me to admitting....I am boring in my condiment collection.

Most times I will order something plain, and will put some ketchup on the side. Oh I like pickles, onions, mustard, etc. But usually just a blob of ketchup will suffice. In fact, ketchup is my go to condiment of choice. Somethings I just don't want to eat if I don't have ketchup for it. It's as if, it no longer is worth the effort if I don't have my ketchup.

Yet I know ketchup is bad for me. It's laden with corn syrup, vinegar, sodium and 57 other ingredients according to Heinz...or maybe they make 57 other condiments, I don't know... I just know I need my ketchup.

I remember as kid going to my grandmother's and just being in awe of her refrigerators (she had 3). Stuffed in the door and on shelves would be almost every condiment imaginable. Ketchup, hot sauce, barbeque, mustard, thousand island dressing, ranch dressing, french dressing, 6 or more kinds of dressing. There would be dill pickle chips, dill pickle spears, sweet pickles, pickle relish, green olives, black olives, pimento cheese, jarred pimentos, jarred peppers. If it was a condiment she most likely had it. A far cry from my ketchup and mustard filled world.

I think a lot of it is what you get use to. I was a picky kid  growing up, and didn't like my food to touch on my plate. Very few foods now  do I use or add more than one condiment too. Sure I have cupboard full of spices and jams and jellies and other things that some consider a condiment. Some of them have been there for ages. I should toss them, but then I worry maybe someone will visit and ask if I have any low sodium soy sauce or hot pepper sauce, stone ground mustard, or bit of mayo instead of miracle whip on their food selections.

It's crazy the love people have for condiments. Most refrigerators will sport at least a couple. In fact most of us have some of the same condiments, even the same brands of those condiments in our kitchens. Some condiments have become so ingrained in our eating habits, we can not enjoy our meal without them.

Last week I watched my mom pour a reddish looking liquid into a large quart jar that she had been cooking. She smiled brightly and told me it had to cool down and then she could put it in her fridge. It was a homemade version of Dorothy Lynch salad dressing she had come across in a cook book. Where she is going to find room in her frigerator door to put it I don't know.

For some people, condiments are a sickness. They just can't do without them. Maybe those people  should be considered as more adventurous eaters. Just ketchup won't do it for them, they need more. Maybe I need to rethink my condiment choices. It's hard to break some habits, I do love my ketchup.

Fess up,...come clean and tell me your condiment cover ups...

Fire In The Sky....

It's hot...really, really, really hot. So hot it makes one think there really could be a fire in the sky.

There doesn't seem to be an end to it either. The forecast continues to look bleak with the heat and humidity. It does make one think a lot of global warming and the causes for the extreme weather the world seems to be having lately.

It was just the other day that a neighbor was over helping to fix an old door when our conversation turned to movies. I casually mentioned that with this kind of weather, it was good for curling up with a book or a good movie to escape the heat. My neighbor mentioned he wished he could find an old movie called, "Fire in the Sky". I hadn't heard of it before and he went on to tell me how it was a true account of a man named Travis Walton who had been abducted by aliens. As he went on describing more of the story, I could only mumble," wow, really, I hadn't read the book or seen the movie". It was a true story, the guy didn't lie, his friends backed him up, took lie detector tests, etc. etc.

I tried to look politely engrossed with what my neighbor was saying. Aliens...he believes in them. He also believes in ghosts, spirits, and all of those supernatural things that can't be explained. I have to admit the alien angle threw me a bit. Spirits and ghosts and the supernatural were one thing, but aliens?

Today I googled on-line for the movie and found it and ordered it as a gift for my neighbor. I know he will be tickled to have it to add to his movie collection. It had me wondering though if I was being hasty in my dismissal of all things extraterrestrial. Maybe I was not in the majority as I thought, but a minority in my personal beliefs of the spacial creatures.

I have to admit, as much as I like my neighbor I couldn't help but think he was a little nuts in his beliefs. I am pessimistic, I am a skeptic, I have yet to see any glowing discs in the sky that resemble a hovering aircraft. I haven't been beamed aboard anything or probed. Or at least I don't think I have been. Maybe I have been, and my mind was erased by the aliens of the encounter?

I am full of questions. Questions of what those aliens intentions are. Questions of why are those people abducted are allowed to come back to earth? Questions of why are they always probed, but never autopsied?  Wouldn't that give the aliens better answers? Are all aliens so courteous as to only give a minor once over and then back home you go?

Though I scoff and joke on all things alien, I wonder how many people out there really do believe and yet are afraid to voice their views on them. Does the fear of ridicule keep them quiet? There might be a whole lot of believers out there, people I know who sorta believe that it's possible, that there really could be something out there, but won't mention those opinions out loud for all to hear.

I remember back to some of those sci-fi movies on aliens and wonder if maybe the whole world is full of aliens and I just don't know it. It would explain an awful lot about most of California and Washington D.C.

 I sorta feel like I could be like that lady in the end of the movie, "Invasion of the Body Snatchers". I would finally find my Donald Sutherland only to have him point me out as being human while he makes that alien-like squeal of his. I feel like I am the only sane one in a crazy world that makes no sense other than they all seem to be from a different planet.

One person's craziness is another person's sanity. One person's beliefs are another person's joke. One person's fear, is another person's indifference. Just like one person's fire in the sky is more than just the blazing hot sun.

Who knows, maybe it's not really the effects of the blazing hot sun we are feeling but the gama rays or lazer beams of another world and life form. We, at this very moment, are being tested and scored or monitored by other unknown beings. It has me worried, thinking all of this time I could be wrong in my thoughts. I start to wonder if I should stock up on Reese's pieces, Skittles, or whatever kind of candy it is that extraterrestrials consume. I should be more prepared for any possible abductions. I want to remain on the good side of all of those aliens.

I won't be wearing any tinfoil on my head, despite my wandering thoughts of aliens. I won't be searching the skies for floating discs or orbs of possible spaceships. I won't be worried about any fires in the sky, except for the sun and it's warming rays. I will, however, refrain from looking directly at the sun though,....and candy, I'll need to buy candy... just to be safe.

Forecast...

 

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A Blog About Everything and Nothing...

I should write something...

I should write a blog on anything, just anything to get the others motivated, is what I thought today.

I should write that blog I promised Mr. Oz on whining. He wanted a blog on whining or some sort of dilemma, controversy, just something he could read and comment on that didn't involve little fluffy kittens and smiley faces... Well, I just added that last part, he might very well like the fluffy kittens and smiley faces angle..

I started that blog for you a couple of times Mr. Oz. I kept backspacing though, crossing out sentences, looking over my shoulder at times. I was going on, and on, on my whining and frustrations on the world, the US, on the media, on the weather, on relatives and everything that annoyed me that day.

I found out that a lot of things annoy me and that perhaps voicing those annoyances would just add fuel to the fire or cause someone's nose to get bent out of joint. And if I am completely truthful, that those in my "real" world might stumble across those rants and be annoyed with me over my annoyance of them.

So I deleted those blogs before publishing. I had a lot to say that I am not sure anyone really wanted to listen to/read. Some people don't like controversy or any rocking of the boat. Me, I can't swim, and I don't have a life preserver so I have to be extra cautious when it comes to that rocking the boat stuff.

I thought alot about people who view the world thinking they are owed something. I thought about people who expect things when they already have more than the giver. I thought about people who constantly take and never give. When they actually do give, the gift is reminded of subtly and not so subtly all the time, which never really makes it a gift after all but an obligation in disguise.

So I gave up all of those thoughts for more happy thoughts. I realized I didn't have as many happy thoughts as the whiny and ranting thoughts. Which has me worried that I really am becoming a cantankerous person.

I thought about a blog on stuff that should make me happy. Blogs on our gardens, our flowers, our veggies, but it only reminded me of all the weeds I have out there, the humidity that is flirting with the same percentage as those high temps, and the mosquitoes and gnats that are in record numbers this year.

My happy blog was veering back to that whiny ranting blog again.

Maybe Mr. Oz knew something I didn't know. Maybe he could sense somehow thru my inane comments my dissatisfied restlessness. Maybe Mr. Oz is psychic.

(I am thinking of something now Mr. Oz, can you guess what it is? I better go ahead and tell you because you will never guess, I am thinking of whether a lemon bar constitutes lunch and if I have another can I count it as dessert. One shouldn't really blog at lunch time, if only for the sandwich crumbs in the keyboard...)

I should blog about something though, whether whiny or happy or silly or just off the wall stuff. It helps me I think. It helps to get all those jumbled up thoughts out of my mind and make way for new ones. It helps me to let go of those frustrations, real or imagined, (but I really think they are all real..)

Blogging is good even when it's bad. So blog on fellow bloggers and whine and complain or post whatever makes you happy or unhappy. Some of us enjoy knowing when we aren't the only ones being bad. It makes us feel we are in good company.

 

Happy Sunday Multiply!