In trying to find a new dishwashin’ show on Netflix, I watched a few episodes of The Riches.  It’s basically a gypsy family who stumbles into the life of a recently deceased (they may have had something to do with that btw) rich lawyer and takes it over for their own.  This, inevitably, led to my desire to one day meet a gypsy.  From a distance, of course, because The Riches portrays gypsies as pickpockets so I’d like to stay a respectable distance away in case this stereotype happens to be true.

So I want to meet a real life gypsy.  I dropped this tidbit of information into my mental Bucket List and moved on to laundry.

But what would happen if I were to, say, simply forget I wanted to meet a gypsy?  The toddler is taking up more and more of my brain space these days so something’s gonna have to give in there eventually, right?

Upon further consideration, I decided the only practical solution to ensure I would actually meet a gypsy someday was to hop on the bandwagon and do the whole Bucket List for real.  Sans bucket that is.  A book is much more practical.

Midwestern Bucket List RW

I rifled around the house till I found this puppy, a travel journal that I carried with me on our motorcycle trips for a few years to record my genius.

Midwest Book 2 RW

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Twinkies.

We’ve all had them.  We’ve all heard the old wives tale of their seven year shelf life.  We’ve all marveled at the inclusion of beef fat in the ingredients list.  Really, Hostess?

In today’s increasingly vegan and vegetarian society perhaps if they had juuuuust tweaked that ingredient out of the recipe they’d still be here. I mean, even Oreo’s are technically vegan, aren’t they?

But whatever, I’m not here to analyze why Twinkies are no longer on the shelf, I’m here to discuss what this has taught me and thus what it is about to teach you.

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Gardening.  Believe it or not I don’t actually know that much about gardening.  We hope to own a decent chunk of land someday and grow tons of food and really research the heck out of it.  Well, the Husband will anyway.  When he’s interested in a topic he dives in headfirst and learns everything there is to know.  Me?  I’m happy to let him do that legwork as I’m more of a hands on learner.  My current I have a new baby and not a lot of time approach to gardening is to enhance the soil each year, plant some veggies, water them, and cross my fingers.  Oh and weed, but you all know I’ve already done that part.

We have a small, 4×20 foot, Midwestern garden and a few pots around the house.  I’m sure you’re all dying to know what I planted this year.  Sigh.  I have no idea WHY I planted what I did.  Sometimes I am a mystery even to myself.  For instance, I planted Brussels Sprouts.  I don’t really care for Brussels Sprouts.  I don’t hate them, but I can easily leave them.  So why did I buy them???  Well, they were cheap at a buck ninety nine for three and kinda cute.

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