Tiggerlane is the host this week for Fun Monday and here is her assignment:

Have you heard of The Bucket List? Well, that’s what I want from you! Make a list of things you want to do before you die. It must be at least five items – and you can make it as long as you desire. Photos are optional. And let’s hear about some of the wackiest, most bizarre to-do’s on your Bucket List!

Well, for me, personally, every list I ever make, changes from day to day, based on what transpires that day. Looking at where I am now in comparison to how far I’ve come, I’d have to say that my life is just about perfect, today anyway. Everyone in my immediately family is in pretty good health. No, we don’t live in a fancy mansion, but our house is just perfectly suited for us and it’s in the exact right location. And while I’m still pretty tickled to drive my new car, it’s a used one and more economical than elegant. I have THE BEST relationship ever with my husband, and can’t imagine any way that life could get any better. Period. My kids are an ongoing challenge, but they make good choices and we make progress on picking up the dirty clothes, and we all love each other… can you really ask for anything more?

…..Sound of a phonograph needle being scraped across a record…..

OK… OK… Five things that, may or may not cause me to say “Now I can die happy.”

1. Go to Europe, England specifically. See the Globe Theatre, Stratford Upon Avon… oh and Auchtermuchty, Scotland. Take pictures.

2. Find some pictures, and/or living decendants of my paternal grandmother’s side of the family. The Bryant’s of Webster County, Kentucky. Sebree, Kentucky to be specific. Emma, her younger brother Clive, their father Thaddeus, or their grandmother Rebecca. Get that all documented and on an Internet Family Tree.

3. Visit the ruins of the Mayan pyramids. Get abducted by ancient astronauts. Take pictures.

4. Write a novel, or a book, or a childrens story, or a pamphlet for God’s sake. Write something. Oh, and have it published.

5. Find Mike Tinney. Back in high school, he was my best friend’s boyfriend, and the closest thing I had to a big brother. They broke up, but we stayed friends, then he got married to a girl, that according to friends, sent him to his room and never let him out. I miss him. He taught me how to drive cool, but defensively; how to stop hiccupping; the value of making eye contact with friends’ parents; how to survive a broken heart; how to light a match in the wind; that it’s a long walk home when you’re a smart ass to the driver; how to smile when there will never ever be anything to smile at ever again; how to stay close to the people who are your real friends. Maybe he needs to relearn that last one.