Bucket List Item #1

Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children. ~~~ George Bernard Shaw

I am coming up on my 40th birthday this year.  Yep, August 26th will mark the end of the first half of my life.  That sentence right there just speaks volumes about how I feel about turning 40.  Nope, there’s no excitement here.  You won’t see me using any exclamation points in this post.  Seeing as how I’m sliding down the backside of life as it were, I’ve decided that there is no better time than now to start my bucket list. 

I’ve had a Twitter account for a while, but have just recently broadened my list of “follows” to include fellow mom-bloggers.  Before I started this blog and actually started using Twitter to network, I was merely living vicariously through the tweets of celebrities and various other famous people.  They describe their trips from one coast to another, from one country to the next, attend great parties and events, talk about their famous friends, clothing, jewelry, and tweet about their appearances on HSN.  That’s exciting, right? 

Anyway, I follow Diddy who is one of my all-time favorite celebs.  I cried when he and J-Lo broke up.  Greg and I became hooked on his “Making the Band” series on MTV.  And I fantasize about the day he will transform my four girls into a chart-topping, dancing sensation the likes of which the world has never seen.   I love reading his tweets.  They are almost always, oh, I don’t know.  Shall I say, inspirational?  No, I’m not joking.  He often tweets about the parties he is either attending, or usually hosting, with liquor flowing and music playing.  And he tweets in all caps which makes it seem as if I’m standing next to him in the club and he is having to yell at me over the sound of the dance music being mixed up by the guest celeb DJ.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?   

So after that introduction, here it is.  Item number one on my bucket list:

1.  Attend one of Diddy’s infamous parties (white or any other color, on a yacht, or in Paris).

Hmmmm, maybe I should put that in all caps instead… with an exclamation point at the end.


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