You see a lot of lists flying around about things people have not done or would like to do in a lifetime. Bucket lists, I guess.
But this week, Mama Kat’s Pretty Much World Famous Writer’s Workshop asked us to list 22 Things We Have Done. And since I’ve been whining a lot about home renovations and hitting you all up for Breast Cancer Awareness Month support (it’s not too late, by the way), I decided this prompt was a nice light-hearted change.
Here’s the thing: I’m pretty unadventurous and cowardly in many respects, so you won’t see any high-flying, circus-like escapades here (unless you count giving birth to two very large babies). But I can own up to the following:
–Got a Master’s Degree in Screenwriting. During this time, I wrote two full-length screenplays and a TV pilot (none of which have ever seen the light of day).
–Agreed to be photographed naked. Get your mind out of the gutter — it was for mandated medical purposes. Yes, there are images of my pasty skin to thank for advances in melanoma studies. You’re welcome.
–Pulled a bee stinger out of a screaming stranger’s eyelid with my fingernails.
–Went to the Super Bowl. While seven months pregnant. In a Biblical rain storm. {Had to leave at half time — sorry.}
–Stood waist-high in the Missouri River to attempt fly fishing.
–Dated a man for five years, whom I had hoped to marry, without knowing he was gay. Yes, really. Perhaps more on that another day.
–Was told that I have a bad mouth. By a sailor.
–Danced to 70s disco music at a wedding with two legitimate, practicing friars. Robes and all.
–Lived in four of the five boroughs of New York City over a 16-year period. {Related: Had a lapsed driver’s license for almost a decade}
—Said goodbye to one of my best friends way too soon.
–Stayed in an overwater bungalow in Tahiti.
–Attended a Congressional hearing.
–Had a blood clot found in my leg by a doctor the day before boarding a plane.
—Got engaged in a bar. {OK, a wine bar. Not a total dive.}
–Lost two grandparents within three weeks.
–Fell in love with a Spaniard while studying abroad. And then spit on his shoes when he showed up in the US to tell me he knocked up another woman. {Disclaimer: I have not spit at anyone before or since that moment. I have no idea what possessed me.}
–Had an ear infection treated by a local proctologist while on vacation. Hey, you take what you can get on a Sunday in Italy.
–Missed most of my own bachelorette party after foolishly thinking those chocolate martinis at dinner were not that potent.
–Worked my first job in high school as a kitchen girl in The Holy Mackerel Seafood House. The best seafood joint in town (OK, maybe the only one). I pulled live lobsters out of tanks and de-veined hundreds of shrimp every night. I didn’t get many dates after work.
–Danced competitively for most of my childhood. No, not like the kids on Dance Moms. Well, except for the false eyelashes.
–Attended somewhere between 35 and 40 U2 shows from 1987 to 2011. I lost count. I hope to see 50 more.
–Gave my heart away to a pug named Señor. He is my first child. Even if he resents me for bringing home two human kids.
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There you have it. Pretty tame, right?
If you have a vote on which one of these I can expand into a full-length future blog post, I’m all ears.
Most importantly, this was a fun distraction from the plot to maim my General Contractor. Which reminds me, I have to go research a few things. {Let’s hope this does not result in #23 on a future “Things I’ve Done” list.}