I got some advice the other day about keeping a blog. She told me to write something… anything… even if I didn’t have anything in particular to write about.
I actually have several things I’m working on, but nothing that I’d be ready to publish. I read on another blog where, on the 10th of every month, she makes a list of 10 things… 10 of her favorite memories, 10 of her favorite things, etc. So, I decided to carry on her tradition. Maybe I’ll do it on the 10th of every month, too.
So, in no particular order, here is a list of 10 things I want to do
before I kick the bucket while I’m still alive.
1) Cross the suspension bridge over Capilano Canyon.
This is the most recent of additions to the list of things I want to do. I read about it while reading this entry in a blog last week, and became SUPER intrigued.
Some of the pictures make it look like a piece of cake. I expected it to look like this:
Although the bridge over the Capilano River has been reconstructed four times, it’s still kinda creaky, and if the wind (or some punk kid) moves it just right, you get the feeling that you’re going to topple over it and fall to your doom. That’s equally crazy and kind of rad.
2) Learn to speak Italian.
I first saw this picture in high school. Then, I saw it again in college in one of my psychology professor’s offices. Without going into too much detail, the assumption of the woman’s independence and separation from American norms in society made Italy my number one place to visit.
However, it was after seeing Under The Tuscan Sun that I made the decision that one day I was going to sell everything I own and move to Italy.
However, before I sell everything I own (which isn’t much, really) and move to a foreign country, I might need to learn the language. Otherwise, I might accidentally call someone’s mother something horrible, or order soap for dinner.
3) Sing the National Anthem at a major sporting event.
This has been on my list of things since I was old enough to sing into a hairbrush. However, I’m beginning to second-guess this one.
I mean, Christina Aguilera sings in front of THOUSANDS of people ALL THE TIME and even SHE messed up the words. So, I’ve decided that yes, I still want to sing the National Anthem at a sporting event… but maybe I should work my way up to a large event. You know, start at a t-ball game or something.
4) Read the Bible from front to back.
My grandfather has probably read the Bible, in its entirety, more times over the last decade than I’ve packed up and moved around the country. (He’s pretty amazing like that.) About a year and a half ago I decided that it was time to tackle this one, so I bought a Dummies book on the Bible (and one of those cheat-sheet things you bought for high school English class) and started trekking through the Old Testament.
Now, if anyone has tried to read the Old Testament, it gets super difficult at times (especially when you find a discrepancy within the first two chapters of Genesis, and then get to the part where so-and-so begat so-and-so). I told my grandmother about my endeavor on a trip home to Texas around that time, and she sent me home with The Message and advice to read through that and then go back to my NIV version, before tackling the King James version. It seems as if this one has become a life long quest… and I’m okay with that.
5) Take a road trip, visit historic landmarks/national parks, and end up somewhere beachy for a few days.
Ideally, I’d like to grab a friend or three and head out to see some cool stuff. Maybe drive to Vancouver to cross the Capilano Bridge, then to Seattle to see a Seahawks game, listen to some cool music in Portland, do a tour of a vineyard in California, camp on the beach (or close enough to it), and head home.
I don’t know why I haven’t done this one yet. It’s probably the easiest out of all of them, especially now that I live closer to the West Coast. Hmm. Road trip, anyone?
6) Run a marathon.
I recently “ran” the Dirty Dash.
Then, I ran the Kiss Me Dirty run, which had more legit running, and less obstacle-coursing-through-mud.
There’s another 5K in October that I’m super stoked about, too. But the REAL goal is to do a marathon. Sure, I’ve played sports (soccer and softball… does marching band count?) but I’ve never been a runner. Doing a marathon would be quite an accomplishment.
7) Go skydiving.
Last summer we went to have dinner in Ogden, Utah and went to this place that has indoor skydiving. I manned the camera, and we dressed Camille in gear and sent her through the simulation.
When I told my friend Cyndee about going, she proceeded to tell me that her session was canceled because someone’s parachute didn’t open. It still didn’t stop my desire to go. (And in fairness, it didn’t stop her desire to go, either.. she just rescheduled. I love my friends.) But then again, after watching the movie Twister, I wanted to be a tornado chaser. [Note: It's not until now that I'm beginning to wonder if I'm slightly insane... wanting to cross shaky bridges, jump out of planes and chase tornadoes. Sheesh.]
8 ) Learn to play guitar.
For as long as I can remember, the women in my family (grandmother, mother and aunts) and I would sing together while my grandmother played guitar. Then, I saw an episode of the Partridge Family, and thought this was TOTALLY normal. (What? You mean your family doesn’t harmonize “House of the Rising Sun” at YOUR family reunion??) I started learning in college, but will admit that I haven’t given it the time or dedication it needs. I pick it up and play for a few weeks, then don’t for awhile… it’s pretty on and off, although I absolutely love to play.
I can play chords now, but I’m not exactly a rockstar. Yet.
9) Go snorkeling/scubadiving.
My dad used to scuba dive and before he’d leave on a trip my brothers and I used to have contests to see who could hold their breath as long as Dad could (or at least, longer than the other two kids). My brother Kris was always better than I was. Haha.
I was so intrigued that I wanted to be a Marine Biologist when I grew up. (The dream quickly faded after having to dissect a frog in the seventh grade, but it was a dream nonetheless.) I’d prefer to scuba dive in Australia, or maybe the Bahamas… but anywhere would be fine with me.
and last, but not least…
10) Start a family.
I think I’ve mentioned a few times that my family and I are pretty close-knit. My niece and nephews are the coolest kids on the planet, and I love being the “cool” aunt.
They’re such rad little people with awesome personalities. Having been a part in raising my younger brother and two younger sisters (and the fact that they’ve grown up to be pretty cool people, too)… I’d like to think that I wouldn’t totally suck at being a mom.
Now, let me stress that if this were one of the last things I completed off this list, I’d be okay with that. It probably wouldn’t be wise to strap a baby to your back and jump head first out of a plane, so I’m content with waiting on this one.