3 1/2 Time Outs Tuesday #10

Helping LarryD take over the Catholic blogosphere one Tuesday at a time.

I said to a friend a little bit ago that right now “I’m a little bit too busy for fun” The honest statement of that makes me both exhausted and sad.  How can a person be too busy to have fun?  How can I, with my snail slime laziness, be that busy?  There are so many things I want to do when the “someday” arrives when I have both time and money at the same moment, throw in a willing husband or a friend who’s game and I promise I’ll do these someday.  (Like my own mini-Bucket List)

I have not-so-secretly dreamed for my entire adulthood of going white water rafting. In my imagination, I can feel the bucking of the boat and the cold spray of the river. I can hear my own voice shrieking in mingled delight and excitement.

This has been my dream vacation for years. Constantly being pregnant or nursing have made it impossible, but someday…..I’m going!

I want to dance the samba at Carnaval in Rio.

Glitz, glitter, feathers, and a danceable beat? It’s so my thing.  I could even be pregnant and still do this one (I’m not at the moment.  I had to say that.  My husband was about to have a panic attack.) See?

If you’ve got curves, flaunt them in Rio!!!!!!!!!!

I dream of spending a couple of weeks eating my way across Mexico.  (Don’t talk Montezuma’s Revenge to me.  This is my dream party pooper!)

We’ve talked about doing this for years now, but the Computer Guy doesn’t get that kind of time off.  I’ll just have to bide my time and maybe eat my way across San Antonio instead!

I just noticed that this is all on my side of the planet.  Next week I’ll tell you my plans for