Who needs a Bucket List when you have one of these...

I really need to get on elaborating about this one but..... here is a start:

The Fucket List

There is a new movie out right now called The Bucket List. Looks like its funny as hell and I look forward to seeing it. It got me to thinking. If that guy can have a Bucket List, I want a Fucket List. The guys in the movie have a list of things they are going to do before they die. They both have terminal cancer. I was thinking I could have a Fucket list just, well, for the fun of it, and maybe a touch of philosophy and hope as well... if that makes any sense. So, here are a few things I will be adding to the Fucket list.

Fucket 1... Vexers. Vex is defined as:

1.to irritate; annoy; provoke: His noisy neighbors often vexed him.

2.to torment; trouble; distress; plague; worry: Lack of money vexes many.

3.to discuss or debate (a subject, question, etc.) with vigor or at great length: to vex a question endlessly without agreeing.

4.to disturb by motion; stir up; toss about.

5.to afflict with physical pain.

So I guess that one is sort of self explanatory. Vexers are out. If I feel vexed, bub-bye now. You're going on the Fucket list.

Fucket 2... Living life for anyone but myself. Sounds selfish? Yes. But what I have found is that after many many years of giving and giving and being sucked dry and emptied by leaches and bloodsuckers is... I have nothing left. There is nothing left in me. There is nothing there to give anymore, nothing left to give to myself. Nothing left to nurture and love the person who needs it most at this point in life.... ME. Time to refuel. Not sure how, but, time to figure it out and find me again. I actually had a note from a friend today that asked me several questions and stated a few things....  Here is part of that note: "You don't sound like the powerful, spiritual, strong person I have grown to love and look to. You have always been the ROCK, there for everyone. Always helping in some way no matter what. I admire that."  I shall refuel, replenish, &  find myself again. Losing myself is going on the fucket list.

Fucket 3.... Facades.  Especially when I find me again, I am going to BE ME, no matter who I am in front of or with. I will be who I am and be proud of who I am all the time. I will be true to myself and not try to change to be "nicer" or hold my tongue. This does not mean that I will become a rude, loud, freaky person, but, I will not lie or sugar coat the TRUE way that I feel and think. PUTTING ON A FACADE (a pretend show) is 3 on the FUCKET list. I think Abe Lincoln had the same thing on his fucket list....

I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he goes wrong.
- Abraham Lincoln

Fucket 4... Political correctness. Fucket. If something is funny I am going to laugh no matter how wrong it may be. This world is too full of stress and stuffy people with political correctness shoved up their ass like a broomstick.

Fucket 5... Housework. Do I have to do some? Of course. Do I have to have my house clean all the damn time? HELL NO and I am done worrying about that. Anyone who knows me knows that I suck at housekeeping and I have since I was about 2 years old. If someone wants to come visit me I am not going to freak out about how messy my house is. This fucket is much easier said than done for me, if you only knew!!

I really should add wearing a bra to this list but I know that will never happen. Have you seen my boobs? Most of you can probably honestly answer that with a great big "NO SPANK YOU!" but for those of you who have, you know I need a bra. Who wants to wear one all day everyday in case someone stops by your house? Or run and put one on as soon as someone knocks on your door? That sucks. So I should really just show off my boobs. If someone thinks its good manner to drive over to my house (out in the country BTW) and stop in, knowing that I have 6 kids, a messy house, poopy diapers at any given time, and don't wear a bra 24 hours a day, then they deserve whatever they get right?

Well, that is going a little far so, I will work on the bra thing for next years fucket list. For this year yet you're probably safe. I will run and get a bra on or just wear one. You may have to deal with the poopy smell from two kids in diapers and whatever else is going on in my house but, as Yoda would say, be it so.

What else is there?  I know I will have additions to this list just as I have so many more stories to add to the other blog series I started with short stories about my life - "Tarra's Clothesline".......... so......... check back for more!!