Check me, mate

Well, we can check another item of ye' ole' bucket list, now can't we?

13.1 Check me boo.

You can just call me The Finisher.

 What 30,000 people gathered looks like.

If you don't do crowds, I suggest you stay away from marathon corrals.  Like, fa' fa' away foolz.

 Oh you know, just some friends trying to run a race at 6:15 on a Sunday morning.

 I ran for these crazy cats. And the folks behind me got a good read.  I mean, I think there were 10,000 people behind me.  Or something.

 My training partner and I trying to gather inspiration the day before.

I'm the one in the purple in the way, way, way, way back. 

Singleton packing

I was hoping to never have to do this by myself again.

I have packed and unpacked 13 times in 13 years.

Five times I have done so to load up and move across the country to chase dreams or to come back home.

Bigger moves were due to work obligations.

My next move is just a Life's Bucket List move.

This time I am packing up for good.

Well, at least for the next 5 years or so.

I am packing up the old rental house and moving into MY house.

Not an apartment, not the parental units' house, not a loft.

MY HOUSE.

23 days to go.

The Natives are nervous and circling the boxes as if they are convinced some fearless honey badger is going to jump out and attack the shit out of them.  The geriatric beagle is experiencing the most hideous form of diahrea I've ever seem a creature of God expel.  She's nervous I am going to leave her behind and if she keeps up her antics of shredding my packing paper, I will. 

Yesterday in the midst of moving boxes, I found a Black Widow and nearly shit my pants.  Amaze-balls that something so small had me crawling out of my skin.  I was gun shy (understatement) about hitting the sheets for fear that the spider's entire army of fearless 8-legged creeps would march down the hall to my bedroom and bite the hell out of me in the middle the night.  Needless, I made it through the night, but not without letting The Natives sleep in my bed to protect me from the little creepy-crawlies.

Via

I'm AmericanBridget and next time I move, I hope it is with some handsome prince with a fabulous set of muscles.

30-something's bucket list: update

Remember my earlier posting last year?  I proclaimed to the internets to do these things before I turn 40.  Not so sure that was a smart move, but...

Why does this list seem way more accomplishable (word?) after 2 glasses of vino?

1.    Fit back into that stellar cocktail dress hanging in my closet.  (You know the one.  The one that’s been hanging there for 6 years because you dropped your entire net worth on it for that one special night and can’t bare to get rid of it).

2.    Make that trip to Costa Rica I’ve always wanted to do.

3.    Find that perfect slice of carrot cake (preferably heated and w/o nuts).

4.    Be a mom.  (Sans ideal man is fine too).

5.    Learn to do the Cha Cha and/or Rumba.

6.    Go camping without a tent and actually sleep under the stars.  (I loathe camping.  I mean really, really loathe camping.)

7.    Run 13.1 miles a 10K - consecutively.  (Let’s be real, 26.2 is just never gonna happen for me).

8.    Rescue another beagle.  CHECK.

9.    Purchase a pair of Jimmy Choo’s at full-price…just because I can.

10.    Rescue a chocolate lab.

11.    Paint a large canvass for my living room. CHECK.

12.    Invest more into my IRA and ROTH IRA.

13.    Actually keep up with the stock market.

14.    Kiss a sexy Brazilian man…hot.  CHECK.

15.    Complete at least 50 Mensa problems.

16.    Purchase a home...even if it's a fixer-upper.  CHECK.  (officially close 5/19)

17.    Attend a meditation retreat.

18.    Get published.

19.    Live off only one credit card.  CHECK.

20.    Try Botox.  Don't be a hater.

I'm AmericanBridget and  I officially have 5 and a half years left.  I better get a move on