O is for. . . . other things (on my list)

Hey. Guess what tomorrow is.
Exactly! It’s my 40th birthday! 
(I know, I know, I’ve heard it before, I don’t look a day over 38 and a half. Sweet of you to say.)
Clicky-click to see the full LIST and see how close I am to finishing!

Alrighty, then. Here we go:

#39- Sleep under the stars.
This didn’t turn out exactly the way I thought it would. Honestly, I saw myself hunkering down somewhere lovely, creek-side, communing with nature (and Brad Pitt somewhere off in the distance strumming a guitar?). But I kind of ran out of time and ended up blowing up an air mattress and dragging it out to my tiny backyard. 

My cozy star-sleeping accommodations.

This was the view above my head.

If you squint just right, you can see two wee stars.

#8 – Run the stadium stairs.
Again, this one didn’t go exactly as envisioned. Thing is, all of the stadiums around here are locked up, unless there is a football game or track meet going on. After driving around for an hour an and half, I finally found some stairs, kind of.   

Trust me. It was a lot higher than it looks. Or was it?
Starting out on stair one.

View from the TOP. Wow…..it’s a long way down!

After driving around for an hour and a half, I ran those stairs then found a Duncan Donuts. Win-win!

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O is for. . . . other things (on my list)

Hey. Guess what tomorrow is.
Exactly! It’s my 40th birthday! 
(I know, I know, I’ve heard it before, I don’t look a day over 38 and a half. Sweet of you to say.)
Clicky-click to see the full LIST and see how close I am to finishing!

Alrighty, then. Here we go:

#39- Sleep under the stars.
This didn’t turn out exactly the way I thought it would. Honestly, I saw myself hunkering down somewhere lovely, creek-side, communing with nature (and Brad Pitt somewhere off in the distance strumming a guitar?). But I kind of ran out of time and ended up blowing up an air mattress and dragging it out to my tiny backyard. 

My cozy star-sleeping accommodations.

This was the view above my head.

If you squint just right, you can see two wee stars.

#8 – Run the stadium stairs.
Again, this one didn’t go exactly as envisioned. Thing is, all of the stadiums around here are locked up, unless there is a football game or track meet going on. After driving around for an hour an and half, I finally found some stairs, kind of.   

Trust me. It was a lot higher than it looks. Or was it?
Starting out on stair one.

View from the TOP. Wow…..it’s a long way down!

After driving around for an hour and a half, I ran those stairs then found a Duncan Donuts. Win-win!

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more in that big bag

#11 – Retry 10 foods I always thought I hated.

So far, I’ve tackled mushrooms, bananas, chicken-fried steak, coconut and now. . . re-fried beans.


This is one of the many munchy-munches available at my brother’s house this past weekend. I’m pretty sure it’s called a seven-layer bean dip. . .or some something.
 My lovely and talented niece slaved for hours expertly spreading layer upon layer of beans, sour cream, cheese and. . .well, frankly I have no idea what else was in it. All I knew was. . . here is a food that I never, ever eat. 
Alrighty then. 
Giddy up!
Isn’t she cute?
 
 This is the plate I bravely prepared. 
Only one scoop. You know, just in case. (Please note the Sonic cup close by. As a chaser. Again, just in case.)
And here’s what was left. 
Not bad. Not bad at all. Maybe it was the thought of lovely niece’s trustworthy hands preparing it, or maybe that it smelled nothing like Taco Bell. 

No, I didn’t go back for seconds. Yes, I did finish those last two chips. With queso, maybe. 
Mission: accomplished.

So, according to my calculations, #11 is now 2/5’s in the bag.
 * * * Recycle at home * * *
#25 is in the bag
Gorgeous, no?
And speaking of gorgeous. . . . .
Sorry, Brad. You’re going to a better place. I’m sure even Angelia will approve.

more in that big bag

#11 – Retry 10 foods I always thought I hated.

So far, I’ve tackled mushrooms, bananas, chicken-fried steak, coconut and now. . . re-fried beans.


This is one of the many munchy-munches available at my brother’s house this past weekend. I’m pretty sure it’s called a seven-layer bean dip. . .or some something.
 My lovely and talented niece slaved for hours expertly spreading layer upon layer of beans, sour cream, cheese and. . .well, frankly I have no idea what else was in it. All I knew was. . . here is a food that I never, ever eat. 
Alrighty then. 
Giddy up!
Isn’t she cute?
 
 This is the plate I bravely prepared. 
Only one scoop. You know, just in case. (Please note the Sonic cup close by. As a chaser. Again, just in case.)
And here’s what was left. 
Not bad. Not bad at all. Maybe it was the thought of lovely niece’s trustworthy hands preparing it, or maybe that it smelled nothing like Taco Bell. 

No, I didn’t go back for seconds. Yes, I did finish those last two chips. With queso, maybe. 
Mission: accomplished.

So, according to my calculations, #11 is now 2/5’s in the bag.
 * * * Recycle at home * * *
#25 is in the bag
Gorgeous, no?
And speaking of gorgeous. . . . .
Sorry, Brad. You’re going to a better place. I’m sure even Angelia will approve.