When I was nine, I got my head stuck in a bucket trying to be Darth Vader.
In high school, I was head of the lab. I dumped a whole five-gallon bucket of D-76 on my head once. It ruined all my clothes.
Jesus died when he was 33, and when I was 33, I was coming out of a failed marriage and was in a really low point in my life because I was really sad about that. God healed me so much during that period. So I loved that year because I leaned on God, and then, as a result, I started checking things off my bucket list.
My husband and I both have our bucket lists. Running a marathon was on mine.
I've been known to do lunges down hotel hallways. I also like to use the ice bucket in the hotel room as a medicine ball.
People talk about this 'bucket list': 'I need to go to this country, I need to skydive.' Whereas I need to think as much as I can, to feel as much as I can, to be conscious and observe and understand me and the people around me as much as I can.
The plastic straw bans, that's not what's creating the problem in the oceans. That's a drop in the bucket, as far as the amount of plastic.
I want to speak Spanish fluently; that's on my bucket list.
If you have only a glass of water, then one person can drink. If you have a bucket, a whole family can benefit.
Whitley Bay was my first experience of the seaside. I'd buy my bucket and spade, and beach ball, and all the shops were teeming with toys. I used to spend hours on the shuggy boats.
