Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Make a list, check it twice, then burn it so no one can bring it up to shame you. Then beat the list-bearing asshat to a pulp.

When I turned 40, one year and one month+ ago, I caved to the folly of youth and made a list of shit I thought I needed to do to stave off being one of those old people that everyone avoids eye contact with at the bus stop.  I thought that I'd update that list that I was so obviously drunk when I made just to fend off any naysayers/haters that don't think I follow through on my shit.  I also follow through on Bub's shit, but that involves my hand wrapped in a plastic bag searching through the tall grass for dog turds, which is neither here nor there.

The update, in bullet form so you don't pull a muscle like you did that one time masturbating in the Greyhound Bus restroom:

I, Whiskeymarie VonPartypants, do hereby vow to:
  • go skinnydipping more often (Nope.  Not for lack of trying. Does dipping my boobs in a cocktail count?)
  • wear inappropriate and unseasonal clothing whenever I can (Yup. I've recently embraced short skirts and allowing my bra to peek out of clothing with no shame whatsoever.)
  • try to overcome my intense dislike of shellfish and bivalves (Yeah...not so much.  Just, the texture.  The TEXTURE.)
  • finally try and work hats into my "look"   (Yup. The straw fedora is a fave- I'm channeling my inner Duran Duran whore)
  • shave more than just the bottom half of my legs on a regular basis  (Yup again.  Mostly due to the wearing of shorter skirts, but also out of fear of, now that I'm older, having a stroke or something and going to the ER with Sasquatch legs.)
  • jump in more puddles  (This was an easy one.  I forgot how fun it is to totally go whole hog into a puddle, water be damned.  The neighbor kids that got muddy leopracy water in their mouths from me jumping in unexpectedly can chalk that up to one of "life's lessons")
  • occasionally embrace my curly-ish hair (Not only do I embrace it, but I'm learning to love the pseudo-rastafarian mess that it becomes after 1-2 days of not washing it.  I don't even have to comb it- I just mold it into interesting shapes, like hats or shoes, with my hands and go on my merry way.)
  • tell people to fuck off more often than I do already  (This one was way easier than it should have been.  People are assholes.)
  • finally wax my cooter into a smiley face  (Not yet, but I have a Groupon for a waxing place that's burning a hole in my pooner.  I might even shoot for a smiley face WITH a lightening bolt.)
  • quit apologizing for and validating other people's issues that aren't my problem  (Once I typed this out, this one was incredibly easy.  I no longer apologized for other people's bullshittery, including relatives.  I placed the blame fairly where it belonged, walked away and felt no remorse.  This. Was. AMAZING.)
  • stop monitoring my neighbor's masturbatory practices (KIDDING!  I'm totally still checking)  (Still totally checking)
  • keep feeding the squirrels and bunnies, even though it pisses the (other, non-masturbating in public) neighbors off (Still feeding, but limiting their feeding to seeds & greenery, as the fucking squirrels love hiding peanuts in my potted plants, very often destroying expensive and difficult-to-find plants by casually tossing them aside in favor of a hiding place for their nuts.  Fucking squirrel nuts.)
  • stop feeling responsible for other people's happiness ( Half yes, half no. I'm inherently a people-pleaser, such is my lot in life.  We all know how well I've been pleasing the hobo population down by the tracks.  Can I get a what-what!)
  • Instill even more fear of "me" into my students (Not as much as I'd like, this next semester my goal is to make one of them cry while peeing in their checked pants.)
  • fart in public on purpose, just once (Nope.)
  • tell the people and animals in my life that I love them as often as I can- well, until it sort of weirds them out, anyways.(Totally weirds them out, still doing it)
  • get my shit together, for realsies  (Again, halfway here.)
  • And by "shit" I don't mean poo.  I wouldn't know where to put that anyways.  I mean life- you get that, right? (Halfsies)
  • talk to random strangers even more often than I do now  (All the time!  No fear, and I've made new friends!  Even ones that don't rob me when I'm not home!)
  • on that note- willingly accept candy from strangers  (This one is funny- I totally wrote this as a joke, then this kind of cute guy that works at Trader Joe's started giving me salt water taffy and such every time I go there.  I don't know his name, so he counts as a stranger- me for the win!)
  • quit worrying if I vacuumed today and worry more if I had fun today  (Halfsies- I still worry about the vacuuming as we have 5 furballs, but I make a point to have some fun/have some me time pretty much every day.)
  • inspect my pores MUCH more closely  (Affirmative.  Score x2 for also obsessing about imaginary stray facial hairs and using WAY more Biore' strips than recommended on the box.)
  • stop pretending to care about people's kids that I really don't know or- you know, care about.  (This one was easier that I should probably admit.  Once I decided to not give a shit, I instantly didn't.  But don't worry- I still think your little boy/girl is adorable and I'm sure they'll grow up to be President and totally not a cautionary tale on the Lifetime Network for Women.)
  • ignoring my politics (rabidly liberal) or lack of religion (hey- atheist here!) just because I am so very tired of hearing about other people's religion and politics and really don't want to debate this shit. (Done.  Outed myself as an Athiest, and blocked most of the rabidly conservative/Tea Partier yahoos from FB.  Aahhhhh...)
  • get surgically sterilized- tired of hormones, don't want to spawn, and at my age they'll likely be born with tentacles anyways.  (Not yet, but I'm reading brochures and working my Kegels in anticipation of any changes to my lady-bits.) (Also strangely fascinated lately with anything bearing tentacles.  Keep having the word "Octopus" in my brain.  Oc. to. pussss...)
  • take more pictures (Nope.  Actually took LESS.  I blame this on the communists.)
  • crash at least 2 weddings/parties/things I wasn't invited to (Nope- actually kind of forgot about this one.  Oh well, wedding season is upon us and I can wear heels again, so bring on Kool & the Gang- Celebrate tonight, come on!  Ugh.  I died a little inside typing that.)
  • wash my hair more often  (Due to a much shorter haircut than anticipated and my obsessive overuse of Bumble & Bumble's "Surf Spray" This one was a "Yes", purely out of necessity.)  Crunchy really long hair = Bohemian.  Crunchy slightly shorter hair = low-budget stripper working at the Crab Shack)
  • continue lying to my dentist about flossing  (Check.  Though, I tell them that I do it with gardening twine, so I really only need to do it once a month anyways.)
  • Bring back me & my girl's "dare for a dollar" concept.  Any dare, no matter how extreme, was only worth a dollar.  It leveled the playing field, so to speak, and always resulted in awesomeness. (Nope.  This was another one I forgot about.  Note to self" Challenge Blondie to make out with the Subway sandwich artist this weekend, all while wearing a tutu.  That's totally worth a dollar, I think.)
  • Savor every fucking moment, instead of waiting for the next, bigger, moment.  I'm a lucky girl with friends and family to spare, buckets of fun, and a life that is actually pretty goddamn fabulous.  Now I just need to appreciate that fact & get out to enjoy it...  (This one is less measurable, but I'm going to say I was totally half-assed in a good way on this one and give myself half credit.  I'm still waiting to win the lottery so I can move to that island where they let rich people have other rich people as slaves, but until that opportunity presents itself I'm content to enjoy bossing my dog around and seizing the moment when I pick up his poo in a green plastic-covered fist and happily toss it into the garbage can with all the other stinky dog poo. I'm also content to snuggle with that same furry little nugget when he curls up by my belly when I'm sleeping on my side, making me briefly wake up and smile that all is right with the world, at least for that brief, smooshy moment.  Things ARE pretty goddamn fabulous, indeed.)

9 comments:

Kez said...

I'd say you did pretty well :)

Chris said...

Good job. The farting on purpose in public thing may have to wait until your fifties. I haven't done it yet, but I found myself seriously considering it yesterday. It's only a matter of time.

Dr Zibbs said...

Get on that cooter happy face shaping.

kirby said...

I'll tell you a secret other moms will almost never admit out loud. Some of us loved kids before we had them, most of us hated kids before we had one of our own, but all of us think other people's kids are as annoying as shit. In that respect, I guess children are no different than dogs or cats.

Cali said...

"I'm also content to snuggle with that same furry little nugget when he curls up by my belly when I'm sleeping on my side, making me briefly wake up and smile that all is right with the world, at least for that brief, smooshy moment."

I get that same "all is right with the world" feeling when my Chihuahua, Ellie, curls up behind my knees when I'm sleeping on my side and my other Chihuahua, Jethro, stretches out with his back up against my back. I actually prefer when one is up against my belly, but they like being behind me better. I don't pet them as long when I have to turn myself into a human pretzel just to reach them. They just don't want to be kept awake by all the petting. But they'd recreate the wolf fight from Call of the Wild to lie on my front side if I rubbed my belly with pulled pork before bed, the self-centered little rats.

SkylersDad said...

I think that is an amazing list, and that you are whacking away at it pretty well. Speaking of whacking, are you *still* spying on me?

Scope said...

Farting in public is easy.

Make sure it is in an enclosed space, like an elevator or on a bus.

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