Keeping a Diary
I wrote on my bucket list that I’d always wanted to keep a diary. I know it sounds silly but I never knew exactly how to keep a diary. I mean what do you write, I went to Walmart today? I know I wished I’d written things about my children cute things, things that I sometimes forget and then remember and think wow I need to write that down.
I have friends who keep diaries and I have been instructed that in the event of their sudden death to burn them, the journals not the friends. What’s the point in that? Do you just want to keep all your stuff for you to review and reflect on?
I have even went out and bought several beautiful journals and they are blank. 
So here is a serious question and I’d like for whoever reads this to leave a comment, what do you write about in your diary?
My Bucket List
1. Visit London! I don’t know why but ever since I was a little girl I’ve wanted to go there.
2. Stay at The Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs, Co. Growing up my parents worked there and it was like my own personal play ground (yes, I ran around a five star hotel like I owned the place) I’ve never actually stayed there though.
3. Go skydiving!
4. Ride along in a Jet with The Blue Angels.
5. Take car racing lessons at the Texas Motor Speedway. I’d also like to learn how to drift.
6. Buy a Big ol’ RV so that the hubby and I can take the kids on a super tour like to the East Coast and see them learn the history of our great country.
7. Spend a Christmas in Vail with my whole family.
8. Be able to see all my children graduate from college. I started but didn’t finish and it’s always pleasing when your kids reach higher than you did!
9. Buy my dream car, a 1965 Mustang.
10. Have a maid. Yup, I hate house work and I would be creating a job for someone and my kids would insure her or him job security. 
11. Go snow skiing! I lived in Colorado many years and never went.
12. Be able to keep a diary. Yes, a “just do it” thing but I’ve tried and haven’t been very good at it. I would like to do one that I could leave to my kids.
13. Buy a home on land with a “party barn” so that when all six of my children are grown, I can have them, their spouses and my grandchildren over to have great times. Barn would be complete with stage, dance floor, lots of tables and a commercial kitchen.
14. Like to become a financially successful writer so that I could easily afford the above mentioned things.
15. Help needy families without them ever knowing it was me. You know like just walk in the water department and pay the bill for a year anonymously.
I wrote this for a contest but decided to leave it on so I could come back every now and then and see if I get to accomplish any of this stuff.
My Dory Days
No, I didn’t mean glory, I meant Dory, like as in the fish in Finding Nemo. She has short term memory problems. I can’t say that I’m that bad off, but I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a bit a lot scatter brained. I can’t tell you how much time I waste on a daily basis just trying to find my coffee!
So, before I forget, I wanted to share with you that I get these really great ideas for blog posts and by the time I sit down, I can’t remember a thing. Today, I was thinking about this problem I have and thought, hmm, I could buy one of those little notebooks and jot down my ideas. Then I’m laughing at myself about this because I know that in reality I would open up that notebook and more than 50% of the time I’d wonder what the hell all those notes were about. Kind of like Uncle Billy in It’s a Wonderful Life looking at all the strings tied to his fingers and having no clue as to why they were there.
I don’t think of this as a real problem like one I should get checked out for. I don’t think I’m losing my mind; I did that when I chose to give birth to five children. Now I spend my days wandering the house looking for coffee or whatever else I set down somewhere. I shouldn’t even mention the things I’ve “put up” for safe keeping so I wouldn’t lose them. When I do that, I should just be honest and kiss the darn things goodbye. On the plus side, there is one thing I do know the location of, and that is the file containing my children’s birth certificates and immunization records. I confess, though, that I have no idea where my marriage certificate is and haven’t for well over 15 years. Dang, I still have to remember to send off for a replacement for that!
On top of my own problems, then I have all these children and them wanting me, the woman they laugh at when their dad moves my coffee cup on purpose just so they can watch me wander around looking for it, to remember things. Like all their friends names, where they live, and the school functions, etc.
I try not to be so hard on myself about this little problem. I’ve really learned to laugh at myself about it. And frankly, if I leave Walmart and I don’t forget a kid (which I never have) I feel I’m doing pretty damn good!
* A special thanks to Patty Gale for posting “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney” on Facebook, which reminded me to write a post about forgetting. 