Life List

The problem with a Bucket List is that it seems so written-in-Sharpie® permanent and I simply can’t have that. I am also of the belief that no one wants to read a list of one hundred things that all begin “Visit ____” because my original ponderings definitely leaned in that direction. I’ll just have to compose my very own Wanderlust List at some undetermined date in the future. A list also suggests some sort of hierarchy… as though one “to do” is better or more desired than any other “to do”. Bollocks.

Despite these reservations, I have decided to make a Bucket List for me. I think I might surprise myself in the process. And, so, here for your reading pleasure, or a roll of the eyes and not-another-one sigh, is my bucket.

Disclaimer: Bucket List items are presented in random order with no preference to one or the other and subject to change without notice. Once a list item has been achieved it will be replaced therefore this list is, in essence, never-ending. Author accepts no responsibility for ideas this list may plant in your brain or for zombie attacks that may occur because your newly enriched brain is now tastier.

(List compiled in October 2010; Updated November 2016)


ONE
Get fit again. (Okay… I lied. This one trumps all the others. I'm still not there.)


TWO
Spend a week in New York City going to Broadway shows.


THREE
Have a reason to immerse myself in study and research at the Folger Shakespeare Library in Washington D.C. so I can have a registered reader’s card and they will let me past the public exhibits.


FOUR
Fly first class on a transcontinental flight.


FIVE
Jump out of a perfectly good airplane… while it’s at cruising altitude, of course, and with a functioning parachute attached to my body.


SIX
Participate in a ladies only getaway with a group of great close girlfriends.


SEVEN
Foster relationships so that I actually have a group of close girlfriends.


EIGHT
Climb mighty Kilimanjaro… even if the snow is all gone (grrrrr) by then.


NINE
Paint a mural.


TEN
Pay back my parents. I don’t think they are keeping track but I am.


ELEVEN ✔
Experience a full spa day with the works. (Boom! Courtesy of one of my dearest friends, this one was checked off the list on my 40th birthday.) 


TWELVE
Dine in a restaurant where my meal is prepared by a trained chef… preferably a chef/owner but that might be pushing it... with fresh seasonal ingredients.


THIRTEEN
Take an interesting (to me) picture a day for a year.


FOURTEEN
Take my children on a real vacation and not just a visit to family.


FIFTEEN
Take my children to Kenya so they can experience the country that shaped the woman I am.


SIXTEEN
Own a Harley. Yes, and ride it too.


SEVENTEEN
Write a book interesting enough to not only be published (a lot of crap gets published) but to be purchased and read by substantially more people than my parents, my brother and the friends I’ve threatened with physical violence.


EIGHTEEN
Go on a book tour. (See above.)


NINETEEN
Sail down the Mississippi River on a grand river boat.


TWENTY
Meet and exchange meaningful conversation with at least ten of my blog/twitter/internet friends.


TWENTY ONE
Fall in love.


TWENTY TWO
Take a helicopter tour in a stunningly beautiful location.


TWENTY THREE
Go to my 20 year high school reunion. I booked it so I should be there, yes? (I did not attend. Maybe the 25?)


TWENTY FOUR
Comic-Con… I want to go. Maybe I’ll find my hot Clark Kent type there.


TWENTY FIVE 
Buy a house. (Done. July 2015)


TWENTY SIX
Read the complete works of Charles Dickens.


TWENTY SEVEN
Attend a Manchester United match in Manchester. Glory! Glory!


TWENTY EIGHT
Sing karaoke with reckless abandon. Sober. You may not want to be present when this occurs.


TWENTY NINE
Bartend.


THIRTY 
Go back to and graduate from university. Finally. (I earned my Bachelor of Arts in English in 2013 with summa cum laude honors.)


THIRTY ONE
Witness both my boys graduate from university.


THIRTY TWO
Sail from New York to Southampton via luxury liner.


THIRTY THREE
Go to the inauguration of the first woman president of the United States. (Confession: I stole this one from Kerri because it was too damn good to pass up.) (Well, you screwed up this one, America.)

THIRTY FOUR
Bungee jump.

THIRTY FIVE
Attend a major movie premiere.

THIRTY SIX
Go to the Academy Awards.

THIRTY SEVEN
Learn to belly dance.

THIRTY EIGHT
Go to a Cowboys game in Texas (sigh) Cowboys Stadium even if Tony Romo is still quarterback and, of course, I shall have fantastic seats. (DAK FOREVER! Maybe Romo is out for good. *crosses fingers*)

THIRTY NINE

Spend a weekend on a luxury yacht.

FORTY
Dress like a drag queen and see if I can convince people I’m a man in drag and not actually a woman.

FORTY ONE
Ride a segway. (B u t... not off a cliff.)

FORTY TWO
Have a pint at The Eagle & Child in Oxford and pretend that I, too, am a well respected academic capable of creating entire literary worlds that will be much beloved for many a generation after my passing.

FORTY THREE 
Own a piano and start playing again. (I bought a used one and played a little here and there, but there was no room for it in my new house. I gave it away.)

FORTY FOUR
Drive from Bar Harbor, ME to San Diego, CA or Miami, FL to Seattle, WA or both with no agenda or deadline.

FORTY FIVE
Go to a cabin in the mountains (devoid of banjo music) and unplug for a week. No phone. No TV. No iPod. No internet. Just me, books, pen & paper… and food.

FORTY SIX
See a moose and a bear and a bison and a wolf in the wild. Not together, mind you.

FORTY SEVEN
Become fluent in Swahili since I neglected to master it when I had the obvious chance to do so. Ah, youth.

FORTY EIGHT
Rappel down a 30+ (maybe 50+) story building.

FORTY NINE
Invest in something at just the right time, wait for it to explode and then sell out.

FIFTY
Browse and buy a book at Shakespeare & Company in Paris.

“We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round.” ~The Bucket List (2007)


FIFTY ONE
Write in my personal hand-written journal every day for a year instead of a “little bit here” and a “little bit there” and “Oh! Look! I haven’t written in six months!”


FIFTY TWO
Learn to snow ski despite my general aversion to snow.


FIFTY THREE
Build an astonishing Shakespeare DVD collection. (Oh, wow. DVDs. Rethinking this one.)


FIFTY FOUR 
Master the art of making samosas. (They are super awesome, too!)


FIFTY FIVE
Reignite my passion for photography, obtain better equipment and shoot everything.


FIFTY SIX
Have season tickets to the ballet… while living in a city cultured enough to actually have a ballet company.


FIFTY SEVEN
Take a major trip alone.


FIFTY EIGHT
Join a book club.


FIFTY NINE
Start and host a book club.


SIXTY
Go to a Renaissance Fair in costume.


SIXTY ONE
Recertify and get a new SCUBA license. Use it to explore an old shipwreck.

SIXTY TWO
Be debt free.

SIXTY THREE
Digitize all my parents’ photographic slides.

SIXTY FOUR
Successfully sign up for and complete a month of
NaBloPoMo. That’s ‘National Blog Posting Month’ for you non-bloggy people.

SIXTY FIVE
Oh, while I’m at it… sign up for and successfully complete
NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Win? No… though that would be lovely.


SIXTY SIX
Go to a World Cup match.

SIXTY SEVEN

Create a memory box of items, letters, photographs, etc. that exemplify me, bury it in the ground (or maybe just a safe deposit box) and leave instructions on where to find it in my will.

SIXTY EIGHT
Go to a major airport, buy a ticket for the next available international flight, go wherever it takes me and stay for at least a week.

SIXTY NINE
Write a heart felt and honest hand-written message, put it in a bottle and throw that sucker into the ocean from a boat or a ship at least twenty-five miles from the nearest shore.


SEVENTY
Get my nose pierced.

SEVENTY ONE
Go to a rave in Germany.

SEVENTY TWO
Have backstage passes for a major concert (preferably rock or alternative).

SEVENTY THREE
Make love on an overnight train.


SEVENTY FOUR
Spend Christmas & New Year’s Eve in Hawaii.

SEVENTY FIVE
Ride more roller coasters.

 
SEVENTY SIX
Plant a garden and harvest my own vegetables. If you know me and, more personally, my alter-ego, “Plant Executioner”, then this is quite amusing… though no less true.


 

SEVENTY SEVEN ✔ (March 17, 2011 & October 18, 2013)
See Bon Jovi at least one more time in concert.

SEVENTY EIGHT
Get two, maybe three, more tattoos… one of them in a foreign country.


SEVENTY NINE
Live in/near/around London. You get the idea.


EIGHTY
Walk up to a complete stranger in a restaurant, airport, sports arena… wherever… and ask him out. I'd say "kiss him" b-u-t... I've already done that.


EIGHTY ONE
Go home to Kenya, find one of the trees (still standing) I used to climb regularly as a child (and teenager) and climb it.

EIGHTY TWO
Go horseback riding alone on a beach. (It’s very cliché, I know, but I have ridden a camel on the beach. What would I pick other than a horse… an emu?)

EIGHTY THREE
Complete a book of poems and have it bound for me to put on my bookshelf and pass down to my children.


EIGHTY FOUR
Own one fashionista outfit that makes me look like I actually care about fashion.


EIGHTY FIVE
Go on a blind date.


EIGHTY SIX
Get another computer dedicated solely to music storage/iTunes. (I don't need this one anymore. Thank you, Spotify. I'll revisit it soon.)


EIGHTY SEVEN
Eat vegetarian for six months… just to see what happens to my body.


EIGHTY EIGHT
Have a wall of clocks showcasing the time from places around the world.

EIGHTY NINE
Dress up as Buttercup from ‘The Princess Bride’ one Halloween and go to a party accompanied by my very own Westley. (Prerequisite: Bucket List item ONE.)


NINETY
Stick to a strict budget for at least a year so that it becomes habit.

NINETY ONE
Slide down a firehouse pole and ride in a fire truck.


NINETY TWO
Attend a murder mystery weekend.


NINETY THREE
Have one article/feature in a respected travel magazine/publication.

NINETY FOUR
Keep a detailed dream journal.


NINETY FIVE
Read a poem at an open mic night.


NINETY SIX
Learn to appreciate an exquisite wine. Wait. Rewind. Learn more about wine.

NINETY SEVEN 
Dye my hair brown. (It looks great, too.)

NINETY EIGHT
Grow a potted herb garden.

NINETY NINE 
Develop my own home decorating style even if I am still living in a crappy apartment. (I'm getting there. British Colonial is my aesthetic.)


ONE HUNDRED
Buy all of my Christmas presents before Halloween.


“Many drops make a bucket, many buckets make a pond, many ponds make a lake, and many lakes make an ocean.” ~Percy Ross

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