Showing posts with label Fuck It List. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fuck It List. Show all posts

Monday, 11 March 2013

I Must Confess: My Bucket List (And Fuck It List)

First of all, I Must Confess that I don't really have a Bucket List as such. I do, however, have a Fuck It List longer than Question Time. So, I'm slightly tweaking the confession to spill what's on my Fuck It List, and then a lame attempt at a Bucket List. I am not even remotely an adrenaline junkie, so therefore my long list of Fuck It's include:
  • Bungee Jumping
  • Sky Diving
  • Harbour Bridge Climb
  • Hot Air Balloon ride
  • Hang Gliding
I also have zero desire to;

  • Go to the top of the Eiffel Tower
  • Ditto The Empire State Building
  • Climb Mt. Everest
  • Go White Water Rafting
  • Go Scuba Diving
  • Go on any extreme rides at theme parks eg. Roller coaster etc

Fuck that.

You get the picture. I'm a big scardey cat, chicken shit wus. Therefore my actual Bucket List is extremely boring. It includes:

  • Getting married (check).
  • Having kids (check).
  • Getting that McMansion in Boganville Heights.
  • Seeing my boys grow up.
  • Becoming a Granny.
  • Finish writing the excruciatingly awful book I started writing years ago, which will require me living until I'm approximately 145 years old, at the slower than a snail's pace rate I'm going.
In addition to this, I wouldn't mind doing the following at some point:

  • Visiting Karen Carpenter's final resting place in California.
  • Visiting Prince Edward Island to see all the places associated with author Lucy Maud Montgomery of Anne Of Green Gables fame.
  • Visiting the UK to see all the places associated with Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters.
  • Visiting Europe, in particular I've always wanted to see Germany since I was a teenager learning German at school (which I now can't remember a word of beyond Guten Tag, but meh, I still want to go).
To do all of the above, I will also need to:
  • Win the Lottery.
Since I never take a ticket, the chances of this are extremely remote. Non-existent in fact. Therefore, the only thing left on my Bucket List is:

Have a cup of tea and a cakie (multiplied by a billion times). You know, just so I can have something else I can actually tick off.

 Linking up with Kirsty from My Home Truths for I Must Confess.

What's on your bucket list? Or, alternatively, your Fuck It List?