My So-Called Blog

I know everyone and their brother has one, but I’ve wanted to start one for awhile. So I guess I’ll get it moving and then add to it as time passes.

The Official Bucket List

• Visit the UK
• Do a 5/5 difficulty geocache
• Learn another language
• Go back to school… for something.
• Visit South America
• Learn to fly a plane
• Become SCUBA certified
• Learn to ride a motorcycle
• Get some of my writing published
• Take this local class on metalworking. I’m dying to do something creative like that.
• Do a long-distance hike somewhere. Doesn’t matter where. I just want to go many miles over several days and camp along the route.
• Visit Australia and New Zealand.
• Volunteer at a pet shelter
• Swim with dolphins. Doesn’t matter where.
• Take an Alaskan cruise
• Get married to Bayou.
• Be a parent with Bayou.
• See all of the Hawaiian islands. (Soon to be 2 down!)
• Learn how to correctly use a compass.
• Climb a mountain.
• White water raft.
• See the Grand Canyon.
• Become truly proficient at guitar and harmonica.

I’ll think of more later.

It was one of those nights.

Every pass sent my way was errant, every shot I took was blocked. I ran my ass off and we won 3-1, but it wasn’t my night.

I’m in the midst of a goal drought. Usually, I score the bulk of the goals for our team with many able assists from my friends Allison and Jen. But not this evening, and not the last couple of games.

But I did run fluidly and without problems, which was welcome- I’d been having some numbness in my calves, on the lateral side. It scared the bejeezus out of me, but the problem was an easy fix. My lower back/hips were out of alignment. A couple of adjustments later, and the weirdness stopped. So if anything, my major victory tonight was running pain-free and speedily.

I found out later that the other team -who, if compared against my team, would have a higher average age- said of me:

“There’s no way she’s over 30, she’s too fast.”

My stalwart teammate Sarah, known for her quick wit, replied:

“Oh no, she’s definitely over 30.”

“How old is she?” one of them asked.

“47.”

Of course, this was delivered with an impeccable deadpan and was apparently believed. Bayou scoffed at that, but I figure perhaps their eyesight wasn’t too great and hell, I could be botoxing for all they know.

47. Hmmf. I hope I move that well when I am.