The Erratic Ramblings of an Extraordinarily Ordinary Person

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100 Things

I decided to start my own Bucket List, 100 things to do before I die — which, hopefully, is still a good long ways off.

In no particular order:

1. Learn to play the guitar

2. Travel to Ireland

3. Complete a half marathon

4. See all my kids graduate from high school (one down, two to go!)

5. Camp on the beach with my husband

6. Hike around Mt. Rainier

7. Take a train across the U.S.

8. Have high tea in London

9. Make a queen-sized quilt

10. See a Broadway play in New York

11. Raise some chickens

12. Find a pair of red high heels that fit comfortably woohoo!

13. Stay up all night watching movies with my daughter

14. Go hang gliding

15. Get a manicure (never had one) my sister treated me for my birthday!

16. Ride the Seattle to Portland bike ride with my husband

17. Take my kids to Sea World

18. Read “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand (working on it)

19. Take at least one of my kids to Paris

20. Go on a road trip with some girlfriends

21. Knit some undies, so I can say that I have

22. Dance at my kids’ wedding(s)

23. Grow asparagus in my garden

24. Attend a hockey game (DONE! Thanks, Jen!)

25. Eat real Greek food, in Greece

26. Learn to hula hoop

27. Make Julia Child’s Beef Bourguignon

28. Teach my grandchildren how to spin wool

29. Volunteer in a soup kitchen

30. Have my picture taken with Santa again

31. Read to an elderly person

32. Plant hundreds of tulips and daffodils in my yard (and not care if the squirrels eat / move them all)

33. Grow some bonsai trees have a bonsai gingko, and am working on some maples

34. Take a cruise to the Caribbean

35. Learn Spanish

36. Make hand-pulled taffy

37. Build a front porch on our house so I can sit in a rocking chair and knit there

38. Learn to can my own spaghetti sauce

39. “Sponsor a child” in a foreign country

40. Travel to Australia

41. See the Great Pyramids

42. Visit Stonehenge

43. Take a nap under a 200-year-old oak tree

44. Go to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Get beads.

45.  Pet an elephant

46. Drive through Vermont during Autumn to see the leaves turn

47. Learn to drive a motorcycle

48. Stay in bed all day with my husband. ALL day.With only quick forays to the kitchen for refreshments. ;)

49. Take a backstage tour at Universal Studios

50. Shake hands with a U.S. President

51. Try escargot. Try not to gag.

52. Go snow shoeing.

53. Attend a Sounders game.

54. Make pickles. Done!

55. Make mozzarella cheese.

56. Take dance classes.

57. Help to rebuild some trails in a State / National forest

58. Participate in Habitat for Humanity

59. Take photography lessons

60. Take singing lessons

61. Learn that taxi-hailing, ear-splitting kind of whistle

62. Go on a zip line

63. Build our own Adirondack chairs. Paint them red (or some other bright color)

64. Be a baby-holder at a hospital

65. Foster a litter of abandoned kittens / puppies (and give them back for adoption!) in memory of Aunt Geraldine

66. Get a small music tattoo in memory of my dad

67. Throw myself a birthday party

68. Tour a real castle

69.

70.

(there will be more, stay tuned)


2 Responses to “100 Things”

  1. Sarah says:

    I can comment on the escargot. It probably won’t make you gag, as the texture isn’t what you expect. Not slimey at all, actually kind of tough and more like chewing on rubber bands. Usually prepared in butter and garlic, and anything will taste good in butter and garlic, right? All that being said, I tried, I swallowed, I probably won’t do it again.

  2. jen says:

    You can cross of another one (24)!

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