I'm not certain what to write about today, but it seems to me there is enough cold weather out there. I don't need to look at a picture of santa as well. I'm taking another class this semester, 6-9 on Mondays. Today I got up really early to study / write but I'm just. too. tired. So I'm writing this instead. Classes- for-free is one of the perks of my job, so I feel I must always take advantage of it. I have LOTS of grad credits now, and have audited other courses. By the end of next term I think I'd be ready to start another thesis if I also took a class next term, but don't think I shall. So much work. Plus I'm. SO. TIRED.
Name five things you want to do before you die.
1: Retire
2: Not ride a sting ray.
3: Have a book published.
4: Buy a second home somewhere warm that I can afford to visit often.
5: Get back in great running shape without my knees hurting or my laziness getting in the way.
OK. What are yours??
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I actually like the idea of working at least part time into my 70s.
Unfortunatley, social security may have changed enough in the next few years that I may have to work until I'm 80 to qualify.
I would like to be able to swim at least once or twice a week.
I would like to own a home that doesn't have the "Surprise, you need to spend another $3000 on a repair / maintenance bill." gene marker.
1.) Quit smoking.
2.) Scuba dive.
3.) Travel around the world.
4.) Wear a bathing suit with confidence.
5.) See my Children retire.
Build a home.
Run a marathon.
The swimming suit thing.
Sleep an entire week without waking up in the middle of the night worring about things.
Be sure my children are happy adults.
That was Monica
1. run a marathon
2. hike the inca trail to machu picchu
3. buy a house
4. get married
5. father a couple beer fetchers
1. Swimming suit thing
2. get strong and flexible
3. scuba dive
4. visit Rome, Greece, Paris, the clay Chinese army and Macchu Pichu
5. Not buy a home somewhere because I want to go to a lot of places, but be able to afford to stay in a place with a bed and a bathroom when I get there
Hey Cathy! We have some pre-death desires in common! Ain't that spay-shull? :-)
Lisa that was not 5. Follow directions.
Yes I think I'd like to add the swimsuit thing too.
If you ADD the swimsuit thing...than THAT'S not five, for you, either. Which pre-death desire are you replacing? :-)
not riding a sting ray.
Replace not ride a sting ray. What if there was a great big giant one whose stinger was too big to penetrate your tiny body. Wouldn't it be cool to glide along on its back? I love the way their mouths open and shut like garage doors.
Great minds think alike.
FOR SALE:
2001 Arctic Cat 500
Automatic
4X4
Dark Green
Super Low Mileage
Good Condition
$2800.
My sister, Ann, is selling this.
Hey! How was the Notre Dame weekend? How's Caitlin doing?
It's a 4-wheeler. :-)
Somehow I ended up with 2 Garrigan calendars, so if anyone bought one and doesn't have it, just send me the receipt, a copy of your cancelled check and $30.00 to cover shipping and handling, and I'll get it right out to you.
A couple, freinds of mine, have a 20 year old, Airborne, deploying to Fallujah next week. Wouldn't you just freak out if it were your kid?
1) Open a bottle of champagne on the moon and watch the cork go flying out to space.
2) Take a piss on every contitnent.
3) Slide down the surface of the Luxor (the pyramid in Las Vegas) onto a stack of giant pancakes.
4) Kill Kill Kill Frank Straub (and get away with it).
5) Be able to answer questions seriously.
would there be syrup on those pancakes? that would be really sticky.
well you'll never get away with it now! besides, my ghost would haunt you for the rest of your life, and every night, just as you're dropping off to sleep, would fart in your face.
Hey, if you ever want to achieve pre-death desire# 4...you gotta 86 the ghost-fart threats!
Malignant Vapors from the other side
Silent but deadly, sinister and vile
Otherworldly torments, reeking of pain and regret
Plutonian horrors, stench of the damned
I want to run a marathon, too. Let's all train for, say, the Chicago marathon. We can meet in Chicago next spring or fall or whenever it is and run the same marathon. Then party our butts off two days later when we're done sleeping.
I also want to
2.learn to fly airplanes.
3.live in a house out in the country, but no more than 20 minutes from town
4.travel
5.make good family vacation memories for the kids
What vacation could be better than the Graveyard Games in Decatur, Iowa...hello?
Affordable.
Fun.
Family oriented.
Dog friendly.
Good eats.
:-)
1. Find a job I like
2. Win the Graveyard games
3. Write a book
4. Have some youngin's
5. Befriend Jon Favreau
Shouldn't we have had at least one event IN the Graveyard? Or, is that just wrong? Could be a graveyard appropriate event...like flower planting...hole digging...et cetera. (?) Hmm.
Remember, those gravestones were moved.
There are graves all over the place in there.
Any flower planting would have to be done by the fence.
I was joking. :-)
Here's a hot career tip from AOL: in most cases, short shorts are inappropriate office wear.
That's our policy, too, except during the Bike Ralley! :-<>
That reminds me - let's have a short short story contest. 300 words max (about 1 double-spaced page.) It's harder than writing a limerick, so there should be a longer time in which to participate, but otherwise, same rules, same judges apply. You should have to submit it to a specific posting or subject or whatever you call what Pat or Ed put up for us to respond to. You can write your story in Word, taking time to edit it etc., and then paste it in. No limit on entries. Come on, it'll be fun!
We could have a hymn-singing event in the graveyard.
That's a COOL idea, Cathy!
Say, I'm still wondering where all of you were on 9/11?
I know where Joe3 and we were!
We were in Joe3's kitchen, having coffee and getting ready to meet at a lawyers office to sign the final paperwork for buying Sarah's! Our meeting was pushed back to, like, 4:30pm and when we went to the BP to fill up with gas for the ride back to Redwood Falls...the gas lines were 20 deep...per pump! It was very scary with Eli(4) and Liam(2) sleeping, like angels, in the backseat while driving home listening to the news and watching the sun set on Amber Waves of Grain. :-(
Does the worst singer win?
If we enter the loudest who can make crystal ring, Mary Laurel will be the winner hands down
I was unemployed and at home. Mary called me to turn on the TV, and then later called me with news that Robert Zielinsli was missing, so I was wandering around the house trying not to cry and making deals with God.
I was at work in the network operations center where we always have CNN and the Weather Channel on, with everyone else in my dept there, watching CNN and wondering what the hell was going on in the world.
I was hugly pregnant with Mary.
Randy was already at work, and I was getting ready ... I was watching the news and could not believe that there would be terrorists here. I really could not, despite the burning towers. I took Emma to day care and went to work. That day is so ingrained in me that I even remember what I was wearing.
Later that day, even people from the chancery were calling to find out if I had any news on Robert Zielinsky. We were all amazed that there was good news.
Later that night we all went to a prayer service. It was beautiful and sad.
A woman who was divorced whose ex-husband worked in the towers and whose kid went to St. Cecilia called and asked the priest who was serving while Fr. Hunke was on sabbatical to tell her daughter that the dad had died. He did ... it upset him so much that he broke down in the prayer service. The both happy and weird footnote to this is that the kid's dad was fine. The sad thing is that the mom would have put her child through that before she had much in the way of real information.
By the way...
Dad and Mom called yesterday.
Dad started to tell me the bump on the head story so I told him it was already on the blog. "You've been blogged!" He seemed quite pleased.
They were at Killbay and had gone out on katamarands to the ocean that morning.
Can't you just feel that brisk air on your face?
They called me too. They both sounded really happy.
Monica
OK, maybe 300 words is too short. 500 or 1000? Let's hear from some writers (I know you're out there!)
Dad called me too, to correct Lisa's spelling of catamaran.
Hey...they didn't call us!!! Whadupwihdat?
Today I made our final payment on our Ford Explorer Loan! WooHoo!
Wish us luck 'cuz last year we made our final payment on our Truck Loan and a week later the transmission blew out and we had to replace it...thus, never experiencing a month without a truck payment! Ugh.
did everyone throw out their bagged spinach today?
I was in Prague.
I don't understand. You were in Prague so you didn't throw out your bagged spinach?
Czechoslovakian spinach is irradiated in the finest Soviet food-processing facilities. Oh, wait, that was 25 years ago.
Mom & Dad spent 2 days at an inn in Killane - I'm jealous. Dad said he can't use his head as a fulcrum any more.
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