I couldn't agree more.

I strongly believe that one of the only reasons I can handle the demands of my job is because of post-it notes. If I don't have a pack sitting on my desk within reach at all times I get the shakes and start talking in tongues. I remember the day they came out with Super Sticky Notes like it was yesterday. And the day I got my pop-up notes with a dispenser? I could hear the angels singing.

So you can only imagine how I felt when saw this video. Glorious.

Let's git er done!

Plinky asked me to create a bucket list. I don't think I am asking to much, do you?

Become a Mom
One might think this is too obvious of a "bucket list" item. However, this is proving to be much more of a difficult challenge for me. I know I will get there. It is just taking a bit longer than planned and I think if I set it as a goal to accomplish before I die, I am sure to achieve it.

Oh, and word to the wise: It is rude to ask a woman when and if she is planning on having children because you don't know a thing about her. That being said, if you ask me, I might cut you. Also, don't ever tell me to relax. Because if you do, I just might ask you how easy it is to relax while I am hurling my fist at your jaw bone.

Go to Africa
Cliche? Sure. But I don't care and I think it is something that everyone should do at least once in their life. My dear friend Annie just got back from a trip to Africa where she volunteered at a orphanage. She told me, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that if I had gone I would have left Africa with a baby. (Hmmmm....interesting....see #1)

Live in a house with character
I want built-ins, original hardwood floors, leaded glass windows and maybe a wrap around porch. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the newness of a track home that requires little to no work other than moving in. I appreciate the fact that the plumbing or heating doesn't need to be replaced every year. But there is still something that draws me to a house that needs a little TLC. A house that my hands were a part of. This kind of stuff would help me look past the fact that my toilet OVERFLOWS EVERY DAY.

See a ghost
I am strangely obsessed with ghosts. I have no solid evidence of their existence but if they are real I sure would like to meet one. Preferably a friendly one.

Publish something
The interweb has made it fairly easy to pretty much say whatever you want and make it available for the world to read. I do this less than often on my blogs where little to no one reads or cares what I have to say. I would like to think that if given the opportunity others might enjoy what I have to say and by others I mean not my mom.

Seat me next to the quiet starer, please

I think my best friend, Brittaney, asked the right question: first and foremost, why would I ever be on a day long bus trip. That being said, I choose the starer.

You have make your choice based on who you can most easily get away from. Now, "Chatty Cathy" to your left may be annoying but is quite possibly very nice lady who just wants to share her story with anyone who will listen at the doctors office, in line at the grocery store or on a bus as the case may be. I don't want there to be any hurt feelings or have to tell her that I am going to be moving seats because if I don't I am going to shove spoons in my ears.

Poor Cathy.

Now, the starer is clearly a freak. So I say after one request for him or her to "Please stop staring at me" you are with your full authority to give them one serious stink eye and move several rows back.

'I Will Survive' will help you through a break-up

I have had very few relationships in my life considering I have known my husband since I was 12 years old. But there was a brief time period in our life as a couple where we found it best to go our separate ways. (We had a lot of growing to do between 10th and 11th grade). It is what I refer to as the "dark year." For that reason, I only have one song that really means anything to me in regards to a break up.

I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor

At the school talent show, Grant sang this song. I remember sitting in the audience thinking, "What the hell is he trying to do to me? So it was that hard being with me that you describe life after me as 'survival'?" To this day he swears that he covered it because Cake covered it and he liked Cake. Yeah, whatever. Glad it helped one of us.

The food saver is a winner!

New Food Saver by webg33k

One of my favorite places on the planet is the county fair. It has the whole package; fried food, animals, rides and carnies. One part of the fair that can't be skipped are the warehouses full of arts and crafts, chiropractors ready to give you an adjustment the famous "As Seen on TV" items for sale. I think of this place as a safe haven from the heat of the summer. What I do not think of this place is a place to go shopping. In fact, talking to any of the sales people in there terrifies me a bit. I have gotten good at avoiding an unwanted conversation.

1. DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT.
2. When they ask you if you would like to "Try this fabulous new (fill in the blank) pretend you don't hear them.
3. Eat a funnel cake. The thing is covered in powdered sugar and there is no way they are going to want your sticky hands anywhere near their product.

So, I would like to say I have never been duped by any infomercial item but that would be a lie. Although I did not buy it at the fair, my mom and sister and I went in on a Food Saver for my Dad. My father is IMPOSSIBLE to buy for mainly because he wants nothing for his birthday and when you ask him what he wants he says sternly, "I don't want anything for my birthday. And I am serious. Dead serious."

You see how helpful he is. We have to go practical when it comes to Dad's gifts. Since he is known for his smoked salmon and it stores best in a vacuumed sealed bag, this was the perfect option. He loves it and uses it all the time. To this day he will still say "That as a really good gift."

Woot!

My handy dad.

Handiness does runs in my family. Both my Grandfathers are quite the craftsmen. My dad is very handy and even my mom for that that matter. But it seems the handy gene stopped with me.



The best examples I can use are my "school project" examples. The two that quickly come to mind are the replica of the Mission in the 4th grade and the rubber band powered car in 7th. The instrcutions for both projects was to "build" something. Well, they might as well have been in French once building was involved. My father, however? He was like a kid in a candy store. He was so excited about building the Mission (Mission Soledad, to be exact) that we failed to read the size limitations. The Mission was supposed to be no bigger than 12 inches by 12 inches. Mine had to be carried by several people and was large enough for several cats to sleep comfortably. He even helped me to stucco the outside walls of the church to make it really look like adobe. There was also talk of hooking up lights to make it "really cool" but I think the idea was squashed considering the fact that I am pretty sure the monks didn't have access to Chirstmas lights.



In 7th grade we had to make a car that was powered by rubber bands or string or angels or something. It had to be able to get up a ramp. The competition part of it was that there would be 2 cars coming up either side of the ramp (making a peak in the middle) and whose ever car could push the other back down their side would win and move on to the next round and so on. One car would remain in the end and be named champion.



My father had to win.



There were very specific items you could and could not use. My dad's idea was to build a car shaped like a right tri-angle, the angled side facing forward. As the car would move forward a huge, heavy dowel would roll down the front of the car and out ahead of it, crushing anything in it's path. He was convinced we were a sure win. The night before the competion, he drew flames and wrote "No Fear" all over the car. Although slightly embarrassed, I thought he just might be right. In order to set up the car, there was twisting and winding of string and rubber bands involved. This had to be "DONE IN A VERY SPECIFIC WAY OR THE CAR WOULD NOT WORK. HEATHER!!!!"



Well, guess what?? I didn't wind it right. And I am pretty sure we were out in the first round. And my mom caught it all on video. To this day my father still talks about that car and how, "if only I had....."



And despite everything I just told you my father swears that all he did was help me and by no means did he make either of those thing "for me." But to that I say, "Ok Dad. Whatever helps you sleep at night."



Thank God he is a handyman.