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Things I Wish I Was Getting For My Birthday.

Tomorrow is my birthday. It’s not a particularly momentous one. Just another one of those mid-thirties kind of years. But even so, I’d like for there to be presents. And maybe even a cake (which I’m pretty sure there will be). But there are things on my wish list I’m pretty sure I won’t be getting. Things like:

An unblocked brain. I have complete and total writer’s block. If something doesn’t shift soon, my brain might turn into stone.

A chocolate peanut butter cake with all of the yumminess and none of the calories. What could be better than a chocolate peanut butter ice cream cake? One that doesn’t go directly to my hips. Would someone hurry up and invent that?

A transporter that opens directly onto the beach of a Caribbean island. I don’t have enough vacation time to actually fly to the Caribbean. But I sure would like to go for the afternoon.

A store full of jeans that all make my butt look great. I want to be able to walk into a store, pluck a pair of jeans off the rack and know that they’ll look fabulous. Every. Time.

A winter full of 70-degree days. This weather we’re having? It’s perfect. Warm enough to run around outside for hours at an end. Chilly enough to pull the sweaters out of the closet. It sure would be nice if it could just keep going like this straight on through spring.

A checking account that never runs out of cash. This budgeting thing is for the birds. I wish my checking account was self-replenishing, so no matter how much I spent, there would still be a couple thousand left on the balance sheet.

A year of daily maid service. Ever notice how fast things get messy? My house goes from clean to trash heap in 2.3 seconds. Wouldn’t it be nice if there was someone on hand to keep that from happening?

A year free from coughing. I haven’t been totally healthy for more than a few weeks since the moment Tori went to daycare. I’m a bit tired of it. It’d be awesome if someone could find me a better immune system or something.

A full array of Supermom super powers. I’d like to have the energy of a toddler on a sugar high, the focus of a college student on Ritalin and the body of a super model. That’s not asking too much, is it?

So that’s what I wish I was getting. But instead, I think I’ll get “Happy Birfday” sung to me by a toddler, a hairball puked up  by a kitty cat, and a yummy dinner cooked by my husband.

And you know what? I am 100 percent okay with that.





A Short Term Bucket List.

One week from today, I will be 35. I could pretend that doesn’t bother me, but that would be a lie. By now, my teenage self was sure I’d have written a novel, made my first million, sailed around the world and gained the power to fly (I always wanted to be a superhero).

Well, unless there’s a winning lottery ticket hidden underneath the sofa cushion I’m currently sitting on, none of those things are likely to come true in the next week. But there are a few, far more achievable goals that I’ve set for myself.

A very short term bucket list, if you will. So here, in no particular order, are a few things I have to do before midnight on October 11th:

Dye my hair back to something resembling my natural color. I actually already did that (I like to start To Do lists with something I can immediately cross off).

Teach Tori how to jump in leaf piles. Jumping in leaves has always been one of my very favorite fall activities. And sharing that joy with her? Is something I’m definitely looking forward to.

Get caught up on my laundry. Sounds easy, right? Wrong. I have ten, maybe twelve loads to do (at least). But I’d really like to be able to see the bottom of my walk in closet sometime in this century.

Visit a real cider mill. Indiana claims to have cider mills. Which can only mean that none of these people have ever been to a real cider mill. One with a water wheel. And cider made on site. And donuts. Especially donuts. As a Michigan girl, I simply can’t understand how an apple stand can pretend to the title of “Cider Mill” without offering any sugary, cinnamon-y donut-y goodness.

Sleep for eight hours. In a row. It’s a dream I have. A much-loved, often-imagined, never-realized dream. This must be resolved.

Find a pair of jeans that fit and make my ass look good. i have three types of jeans in my closet right now. Those that are practically falling off, those that fit but make me look like a mom, and those that almost fit—and would look pretty sexy—if I could just refrain from eating (at all) for the next three weeks. This is a situation that must be remedied.

Plan my next vacation (or at least come up with a plan for a plan). Why? Because I like vacations. What better reason is there?

Think of an idea for a novel. I’d like to write one before I’m 40. Between, you know, writing blog posts  and taking care of my daughter and my house and spending time with my husband and going to work and… Okay. So it might be tough. But a girl’s got to have dreams, right?

So that’s it. My bucket list for the next week. What’s on your bucket list?