This is the first in a series of posts I had originally posted on my MySpace page.
Since MySpace is soooooo 2009, I am closing that page and moving my more favorite blogs here.
Enjoy a bit more of the ramblings from My Life :-)
Originally posted on MySpace February 29, 2009
Running a hotel will give you all sorts of problems. I remember 2 years ago, when I first started a the Front Office Manager at a hotel in a fairly decent sized town. I was introduced to the world of hotels during hockey weekend. Aka "hell weekend". I thought "what have I gotten myself into?" Coming off of 5 years of restaurant service, I thought I had seen and heard it all. I was dead wrong. Yesterday told me just how "weathered" I have become after spending time managing a hotel.
The prelude to yesterday is:
Hockey Weekend(s) 2008 - Kids switched numbers on the doors, stuffed a towel down the pool filter which resulted in a burned up motor, played a fantastic game of Game 7 for the Stanley Cup in the hallway of the 2nd floor and proceeded to rip wall vinyl off the walls.
CMU footballl (2007/2008) - various drunken shenanigans including but not limited to almost getting run over (more then once), being called everything but a white girl (more then once), driving a shuttle full of drunk people, and interaction with police, fire officals, paramedics and rent a cops from CMU for various reason (please refer to drunken shenanigans).
Power Outages and broken pipes (2008) - You would think that people who are having their rooms PAID for by me for their inconveniences would be a little more polite. I do understand their frusterations, however, I CANT HELP MOTHER NATURE AND HER NEED TO SEND LIGHTENING DIRECTLY TO MY TRANSFORMER. I probably could have helped the broken pipe, but really, plumbing is not my specialty.
Smoking fines (daily) - If you smoke in my non-smoking hotel, you will get a $250 fine. End O' Story. I am not going to randomly charge you because I have nothing better to do. For the record, if your mother is stuck at a train station in Chicago, if your brother gets into a car accident, if it wasnt your credit card to use, if you ran out of money and cant put gas in your car, if your debit is over-drawn and you cant put gas in your car to get to your mother to drive her to your brother in the hospital, it isnt my problem. If you cant handle the fine, THEN GO OUTSIDE!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, if you leave the beer bottle or coffee cup full of ashes in your room when you leave, I will take pictures it of and email them to your credit card company with your signature on the "no smoking policy" and you will not get your money back. If your going to break the rules, dont be stupid about it.
Yesterday, I came across something I had not encountered before.....a guest looking at gay porn on my lobby computer. Just as I was going to approach him to politely let him know that was a public computer and I couldnt let him continue looking at that material (aka you sick freak, get a lap top and go back to your room!!) I got a phone call from a guest whose husband was stuck in the whirlpool in their room and she wanted me to call the police to get some help getting him out. Apparently not the first time (probably not the last) so I did as I was asked and when the police, 2 fire marshalls, 1 full fire rig and 1 ambulance all rolled into my parking lot, the gay porn guy disappeared (quickly) so I didnt get the chance to have that conversation (darn).
Really....I have seen it all, heard it all, witnessed half of it and I have only been in the hotels for 2 years. Jessica, Lyndsay, Katie, Sarah.....we are in this together my friends. We should write a book!! Then when we are rich, we can buy a hotel and let some other poor fool run the damn thing while we sit back with a margarita and watch.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Life lessons...ranch style.
Piper has learned so much about life since moving to the ranch. She had learned how to ride horses without fear. She has learned that in a classroom of 20 (with 16 being female) she will have days when her "best friend" is mad at her but tomorrow it will be better. She learned that you can run and play in a small town, and if you are doing something you shouldnt your mom will find. Piper has learned that in rain, snow and sleet Shawn will still have to go outside and work and if she doesnt stop being sassy, she will have to go with him.
The major point she has learned is the circle of life. This was the one area I was so afraid she was going to reject because much like me, she is an animal lover. Or as Shawn would say, big babies. Or girls (which he says like its a bad thing). Either way, Piper has gotten a crash course in life and death on the ranch.
Right off the bat, we had Chester Bob. Chester Bob was the pig that Shawn's parents had and were raising for, as Granddad told the kids "thanksgiving dinner." This wasnt a concept Piper really understood so we had to explain it to her, which she got and wasnt a big fan of, but she took it well.
Maybe a little to well as she started introducing all of her new friends and family to "Chester Bob. This is where he will live until he becomes bacon."
Ok, she gets it.
Then she would tell them the cow across the street "well she lives there until she becomes a T-Bone."
Hmmm...should I be concerned??
Then it came time to take Chester Bob to the meat locker and of course, he didnt go quietly.
Have you ever met a pig who moved anywhere quietly....not something they are programmed to do...meat locker or not.
We drove to the locker in town and Piper went with us (there was a Huskers football game on that afternoon....we didnt have time for 2 trips). Upon arrival at the locker, Piper started again with the fantastic one-liners:
"This does NOT look like a fun place to hang out Mom."
"Oh look, he has some friends to talk to....for about 5 minutes."
Fast forward to our family meals now....
"MOM, are we having Chester chops tonight?"
"MOM, is this steak from the cow across the street?"
"I would like some Bob bacon please."
I cant forget Chicken. He was the calf with the dislocated hip whom my nephew named Chicken (dont ask why....Piper asked and his answer was "why not?"). He wandered out of my mother-in-laws yard into the bull pasture across the street. We figured he would show back up...and he did.....after falling into a tank and drowning.
To this the answer was "well mom, I guess calves cant swim with broken legs."
Thats just the lesson she has learned from our ranch critters. She was very OK when Shawn walked to the house with the gun to shoot Mr. Coyote off the roof when he wandered up there. She was alright with shooting the deer that we hit with the car because we couldnt leave him with a broken back (she probably wouldnt have been so OK with it had she realized it was a fawn....but we wont tell her that part).
None of the above listed "moments" would have happened in the city life of Michigan we left. These are lessons that she wouldnt have had, probably couldnt have understood and would have resulted in screaming and irrational crying.
You know.....7 year old girl behavior.
These moments proved to be invaluable yesterday when I told Piper about the passing of her beloved dog, Luna, who was still living in Michigan with my parents. Luna was 12 and recently lost her hearing, her hips were giving out.....her age had caught up with her. The decision was made and she is now living without pain and playing with her friends who have already passed.
To this Piper said "it happens mom....sometimes they die because they are old, sometimes they die because we need to eat them. Its ok. Its life."
Yes it is....and living on a ranch is one big lesson in life.
The major point she has learned is the circle of life. This was the one area I was so afraid she was going to reject because much like me, she is an animal lover. Or as Shawn would say, big babies. Or girls (which he says like its a bad thing). Either way, Piper has gotten a crash course in life and death on the ranch.
Right off the bat, we had Chester Bob. Chester Bob was the pig that Shawn's parents had and were raising for, as Granddad told the kids "thanksgiving dinner." This wasnt a concept Piper really understood so we had to explain it to her, which she got and wasnt a big fan of, but she took it well.
Maybe a little to well as she started introducing all of her new friends and family to "Chester Bob. This is where he will live until he becomes bacon."
Ok, she gets it.
Then she would tell them the cow across the street "well she lives there until she becomes a T-Bone."
Hmmm...should I be concerned??
Then it came time to take Chester Bob to the meat locker and of course, he didnt go quietly.
Have you ever met a pig who moved anywhere quietly....not something they are programmed to do...meat locker or not.
We drove to the locker in town and Piper went with us (there was a Huskers football game on that afternoon....we didnt have time for 2 trips). Upon arrival at the locker, Piper started again with the fantastic one-liners:
"This does NOT look like a fun place to hang out Mom."
"Oh look, he has some friends to talk to....for about 5 minutes."
Fast forward to our family meals now....
"MOM, are we having Chester chops tonight?"
"MOM, is this steak from the cow across the street?"
"I would like some Bob bacon please."
I cant forget Chicken. He was the calf with the dislocated hip whom my nephew named Chicken (dont ask why....Piper asked and his answer was "why not?"). He wandered out of my mother-in-laws yard into the bull pasture across the street. We figured he would show back up...and he did.....after falling into a tank and drowning.
To this the answer was "well mom, I guess calves cant swim with broken legs."
Thats just the lesson she has learned from our ranch critters. She was very OK when Shawn walked to the house with the gun to shoot Mr. Coyote off the roof when he wandered up there. She was alright with shooting the deer that we hit with the car because we couldnt leave him with a broken back (she probably wouldnt have been so OK with it had she realized it was a fawn....but we wont tell her that part).
None of the above listed "moments" would have happened in the city life of Michigan we left. These are lessons that she wouldnt have had, probably couldnt have understood and would have resulted in screaming and irrational crying.
You know.....7 year old girl behavior.
These moments proved to be invaluable yesterday when I told Piper about the passing of her beloved dog, Luna, who was still living in Michigan with my parents. Luna was 12 and recently lost her hearing, her hips were giving out.....her age had caught up with her. The decision was made and she is now living without pain and playing with her friends who have already passed.
To this Piper said "it happens mom....sometimes they die because they are old, sometimes they die because we need to eat them. Its ok. Its life."
Yes it is....and living on a ranch is one big lesson in life.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The only think that scares a non-believer more is a believer.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I have a slight obsession with paranormal activity.
No, not the movie....the real stuff.
**Disclaimer: If you dont believe in ghosts, spirits, hauntings, or people who are sensitive to paranormal beings then please stop reading here. I am a firm believer in you have the right to not believe. All I ask is for you to just shut up and let me have the right to believe.**
I have had severeal "experiences" throughout my life and thankfully, come from a family where majority of the women in our family have the same ability. Its because of them that I was never made to feel strange or crazy, but to accept the gift that I have and to go with it.
It is a gift, however it took me awhile to accept it as a gift and not a curse. It wasnt until I was well into my 20's.
My experiences go back to when I was about 7 years old and I watch a dog walk from my parents bedroom to my bedroom. It was our big, white shepherd Che and she had been dead for 3 years. But I saw her, plain as day to the point where I went down into my bedroom to see her....but she of course, wasnt there.
I had a panic attack at a camp when I was 14 because I didnt feel safe and I needed to go home. To get away. My parents came and get me 2 days into a 14 day camp. A few weeks later we found out that in the 2 sessions prior to my stay, 2 other young girls had similar attacks, pushing one into an asthma attack so critical she was hospitalized. The site was demoed because of "ghost stories" and no one would stay in that cabin. Upon demo they found the bones of a young girl who was buried under the cabin I was in.
I felt an over-whelming sadness and anger on a fishing trip to Drummond Island with my dad when I was 19. Enough so that we left early. Once we got home, we found out that an elder in the local Indian tribe was being forced to leave his home and move to a nursing home. He couldnt do that so he choose to "walk on" in the water right next to where we were fishing. In additional, the week prior, a 100 year old home had burned to the ground, taking all the family history with it. As soon as we got off the Island the feelings left.
These are just a few of the experiences I have had. The ones I feel comfortable enough to put out there without anyone thinking I am to crazy. And there are still people who will think that I am a total wack job.
Maybe I am. If believing in life after death makes me a wacko, then so be it. If knowing that my grandmother can come back and visit my children, whom she never got to meet in real life, makes me crazy, then it is a title I will gladly accept.
Lets face it...I am 30 years old...I have been called alot worse.
I am now in the midst of facing the scariest thing I have ever had to face. I have to try to explain to my daugther what she is feeling. What she can sense and help her to not be scared of it.
Its hard because like I stated before....it took me years to harness my sensitivity and gain some understanding. Thankfully I have my mom, and others around us who can help her. I can only hope that she doesnt experience the fear that I had. I hope and pray (yes, those of us who believe in ghosts and spirits pray) that she only meets good, happy spirits and never faces the panic or anger that I have faced.
I can only hope that she will learn, not the hard way, that you cannot share your experiences with her friends at school because more often then not, children can me much crueler then ghosts.
Much of the population misunderstands ghosts and paranormal activity because they fear it. They dont want to believe because it goes again the typical Christian thought. Some dont believe because they havent experienced.
I have never seen a 40 foot anaconda either but I believe they are real. There are pictures of them, stories about them. Who am I to discredit those accounts simply because I didnt personally experience it.
The only thing that non-believers seem to fear more then ghosts is a believer.
No, not the movie....the real stuff.
**Disclaimer: If you dont believe in ghosts, spirits, hauntings, or people who are sensitive to paranormal beings then please stop reading here. I am a firm believer in you have the right to not believe. All I ask is for you to just shut up and let me have the right to believe.**
I have had severeal "experiences" throughout my life and thankfully, come from a family where majority of the women in our family have the same ability. Its because of them that I was never made to feel strange or crazy, but to accept the gift that I have and to go with it.
It is a gift, however it took me awhile to accept it as a gift and not a curse. It wasnt until I was well into my 20's.
My experiences go back to when I was about 7 years old and I watch a dog walk from my parents bedroom to my bedroom. It was our big, white shepherd Che and she had been dead for 3 years. But I saw her, plain as day to the point where I went down into my bedroom to see her....but she of course, wasnt there.
I had a panic attack at a camp when I was 14 because I didnt feel safe and I needed to go home. To get away. My parents came and get me 2 days into a 14 day camp. A few weeks later we found out that in the 2 sessions prior to my stay, 2 other young girls had similar attacks, pushing one into an asthma attack so critical she was hospitalized. The site was demoed because of "ghost stories" and no one would stay in that cabin. Upon demo they found the bones of a young girl who was buried under the cabin I was in.
I felt an over-whelming sadness and anger on a fishing trip to Drummond Island with my dad when I was 19. Enough so that we left early. Once we got home, we found out that an elder in the local Indian tribe was being forced to leave his home and move to a nursing home. He couldnt do that so he choose to "walk on" in the water right next to where we were fishing. In additional, the week prior, a 100 year old home had burned to the ground, taking all the family history with it. As soon as we got off the Island the feelings left.
These are just a few of the experiences I have had. The ones I feel comfortable enough to put out there without anyone thinking I am to crazy. And there are still people who will think that I am a total wack job.
Maybe I am. If believing in life after death makes me a wacko, then so be it. If knowing that my grandmother can come back and visit my children, whom she never got to meet in real life, makes me crazy, then it is a title I will gladly accept.
Lets face it...I am 30 years old...I have been called alot worse.
I am now in the midst of facing the scariest thing I have ever had to face. I have to try to explain to my daugther what she is feeling. What she can sense and help her to not be scared of it.
Its hard because like I stated before....it took me years to harness my sensitivity and gain some understanding. Thankfully I have my mom, and others around us who can help her. I can only hope that she doesnt experience the fear that I had. I hope and pray (yes, those of us who believe in ghosts and spirits pray) that she only meets good, happy spirits and never faces the panic or anger that I have faced.
I can only hope that she will learn, not the hard way, that you cannot share your experiences with her friends at school because more often then not, children can me much crueler then ghosts.
Much of the population misunderstands ghosts and paranormal activity because they fear it. They dont want to believe because it goes again the typical Christian thought. Some dont believe because they havent experienced.
I have never seen a 40 foot anaconda either but I believe they are real. There are pictures of them, stories about them. Who am I to discredit those accounts simply because I didnt personally experience it.
The only thing that non-believers seem to fear more then ghosts is a believer.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
The Boy in the Trees
The best and move revealing conversations typically happen in the 8 minute morning drive when I take Piper into school. Usually the first 6 minutes are very quiet (or loudly singing along to Lady Gaga) and then in the last 90 seconds she throws out something out there that I really wish she had brought up in the 360 seconds prior OR after I have had my moring coffee (which I didnt drink until she became 7).
Today was no exception.....
Please know that all names with the exception of Piper's have been changed to protect the innocent....and Piper's wasnt changed because I am her mom and its my right to exploit the traumatic milestones in her life.
"Mom, did you know that Tommy wanted to KILL Willy last week."
"Thats not very nice. Why would he want to do that?"
(insert deep sigh) "Because Willy was talking to Sally." (also insert look that implies I am stupid for not knowing the latest drama from Arthur Elementary School.)
"So...why did that make Tommy mad?"
(please insert same sigh as above only DEEPER and add rolling eyes) "Because Tommy and Sally are boyfriend and girlfriend and Tommy wanted to KILL Willy because he was talking to his girlfriend."
"Well thats silly, and it isnt nice to want to kill someone. Do you have a boyfriend?"
(insert crazed psycho look) "NO!!!!!"
"Just wondering"
"Well, there was a boy who wanted me to go into the trees with him at the last basketball game but I wouldnt go without Patty and Farrah and he didnt want them to go with me but I wasnt going to go without them. I think he wanted to ask me to be boyfriend and girlfriend but I didnt go mom. "
At this time I slow down because like I said....90 seconds left in our commute and I wanted to know how the tree boy thing ended up.
"Do you know who he is?"
"Well, no, but they said his name started with a W and ended in a -illy so I think I know who it is."
"And what would you say if you did go into the trees with him?"
"I dont know...gotta go, LOVE YOU MOM"
Of all the times for us to arrive at school and her jump out of the car, that conversation wasnt the one I wanted it to happen in. I couldnt believe it. My 7 year old has already had a boy ask her to meet him in the trees!!! It cant be possible...I know what happens in those trees....it was because of a boy and asking me to meet him behind the tires that I earned my first trip to the principals office. I told Jason not to kiss me and he did anyway....so I punched him....I was in kindergarten.
His name has NOT been changed to protect his innocence...he is 30 now.
I know I cant stop her from growing up and thankfully, Little Willy is the one boy in her class that I really like. Super polite and very sweet. Plus I know his mom. Well heck, I know all the moms in town.....
But still.....on the drive home all I can think about is how am I going to tell Shawn about this....he has big plans for the boys in Piper's life (or the boys who attempt to be in Piper's life I should say). Some of those plans involve electric fencing, barb wire and shotguns. I really hope he doesnt plan on enacting those plans on 7 year old Little Willy.
I stop my car in the middle of the road (and if you know where I live, it isnt that big of a deal) and whip a U'ey and head to the store. I need a large capuccino. STAT. Once again....another car trip and another reason as to why my children are driving me to drink.
Today was no exception.....
Please know that all names with the exception of Piper's have been changed to protect the innocent....and Piper's wasnt changed because I am her mom and its my right to exploit the traumatic milestones in her life.
"Mom, did you know that Tommy wanted to KILL Willy last week."
"Thats not very nice. Why would he want to do that?"
(insert deep sigh) "Because Willy was talking to Sally." (also insert look that implies I am stupid for not knowing the latest drama from Arthur Elementary School.)
"So...why did that make Tommy mad?"
(please insert same sigh as above only DEEPER and add rolling eyes) "Because Tommy and Sally are boyfriend and girlfriend and Tommy wanted to KILL Willy because he was talking to his girlfriend."
"Well thats silly, and it isnt nice to want to kill someone. Do you have a boyfriend?"
(insert crazed psycho look) "NO!!!!!"
"Just wondering"
"Well, there was a boy who wanted me to go into the trees with him at the last basketball game but I wouldnt go without Patty and Farrah and he didnt want them to go with me but I wasnt going to go without them. I think he wanted to ask me to be boyfriend and girlfriend but I didnt go mom. "
At this time I slow down because like I said....90 seconds left in our commute and I wanted to know how the tree boy thing ended up.
"Do you know who he is?"
"Well, no, but they said his name started with a W and ended in a -illy so I think I know who it is."
"And what would you say if you did go into the trees with him?"
"I dont know...gotta go, LOVE YOU MOM"
Of all the times for us to arrive at school and her jump out of the car, that conversation wasnt the one I wanted it to happen in. I couldnt believe it. My 7 year old has already had a boy ask her to meet him in the trees!!! It cant be possible...I know what happens in those trees....it was because of a boy and asking me to meet him behind the tires that I earned my first trip to the principals office. I told Jason not to kiss me and he did anyway....so I punched him....I was in kindergarten.
His name has NOT been changed to protect his innocence...he is 30 now.
I know I cant stop her from growing up and thankfully, Little Willy is the one boy in her class that I really like. Super polite and very sweet. Plus I know his mom. Well heck, I know all the moms in town.....
But still.....on the drive home all I can think about is how am I going to tell Shawn about this....he has big plans for the boys in Piper's life (or the boys who attempt to be in Piper's life I should say). Some of those plans involve electric fencing, barb wire and shotguns. I really hope he doesnt plan on enacting those plans on 7 year old Little Willy.
I stop my car in the middle of the road (and if you know where I live, it isnt that big of a deal) and whip a U'ey and head to the store. I need a large capuccino. STAT. Once again....another car trip and another reason as to why my children are driving me to drink.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Saying Goodbye
Saying goodbye is never easy, but how come it always seems to get harder?
Mom and Dad were here for the week and it was great. For as much as they may make me batty (as I am sure I do to them as well), I certainly do miss them when they are gone.
One of the things that I knew would happen with a relocation as far away as we did would be a cut in the time with my family. I can be a tough as I want to think I am but in the end, I miss my mom and dad very much.
They are planning on moving within the next 2 years, and it will be very nice to have them closer. They will probably still be about 3 hours or so away, but anything is better then 1100 miles!
Miss you mom and dad!!!!
Mom and Dad were here for the week and it was great. For as much as they may make me batty (as I am sure I do to them as well), I certainly do miss them when they are gone.
One of the things that I knew would happen with a relocation as far away as we did would be a cut in the time with my family. I can be a tough as I want to think I am but in the end, I miss my mom and dad very much.
They are planning on moving within the next 2 years, and it will be very nice to have them closer. They will probably still be about 3 hours or so away, but anything is better then 1100 miles!
Miss you mom and dad!!!!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sage - 1 My nose - 0
Parenting is rough work. Its a serious loss of sleep, stress wondering why he is crying when he is dry and full. Its forgetting the wipes for the diaper bag and not being prepared for the diaper explosion or the puke-fest.
No one prepares you for the physical damage that they can do. I am not talking about gaining 70lbs or the banging of my head on the wall because I cant fit into my jeans. No, I am talking about my newly acquired broken nose.
Those of you without children are asking "how can you break your nose while holding a 8 week old baby?"
Those of you with children know how dangerous their head butts can be.
Sage cracked me in the nose a week ago, resulting in a bump, its changing color and it hurts to blow my nose (which isnt any fun when I have a sinus infection).
So my son has claimed his first victory.....over my nose.
No one prepares you for the physical damage that they can do. I am not talking about gaining 70lbs or the banging of my head on the wall because I cant fit into my jeans. No, I am talking about my newly acquired broken nose.
Those of you without children are asking "how can you break your nose while holding a 8 week old baby?"
Those of you with children know how dangerous their head butts can be.
Sage cracked me in the nose a week ago, resulting in a bump, its changing color and it hurts to blow my nose (which isnt any fun when I have a sinus infection).
So my son has claimed his first victory.....over my nose.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
My Bucket List
Have you ever heard of a "Bucket List"? Many people hadnt until a movie of the same name came out a few years ago. Suddenly, people were thinking about their personal lists. I was one of those people.
Happily, I have checked a few items off my list....horseback riding and staying in a castle in Ireland, skydiving and going on a cattle drive (that one I get to do all the time now :-)
Here is the rest of my list. I am hoping if I keep it written down, and publish it for everyone to read, then I will have that much more motivation to make it all happen.
Ride horses in Ireland, visit an Irish castle DONE - October 2006
Skydiving - DONE - July 25, 2004
Go on a cattle drive - DONE (several times and will continue)
Break out a horse from start to finish
See a real herd of Buffalo in their natural element
Shoot a BIG BUCK
See the Northern Lights in Yellowknife, NWT
Fish for Halibut in Alaska
Ski Banff in Alberta
Ski Whistler in British Columbia
Ski the peaks of Arapahoe (Colorado)
Ride a horse in New Zealand
Go back to Ireland with Shawn, ride horses along the Cliffs of Mohr
See a Wolf in its natural environment
Build a house
Win a buckle
Go ghost hunting
Run a 10k (since I hate running, this is a big one)
Visit all 50 states and DC (got 19 of 'em done)
This list can and will be edited as I come up with more items for my list! My challenge now is for you to sit down and write your own Bucket List. You may be suprised at the things that are on there and the stuff that you have already accomplished.
Happily, I have checked a few items off my list....horseback riding and staying in a castle in Ireland, skydiving and going on a cattle drive (that one I get to do all the time now :-)
Here is the rest of my list. I am hoping if I keep it written down, and publish it for everyone to read, then I will have that much more motivation to make it all happen.
Ride horses in Ireland, visit an Irish castle DONE - October 2006
Skydiving - DONE - July 25, 2004
Go on a cattle drive - DONE (several times and will continue)
Break out a horse from start to finish
See a real herd of Buffalo in their natural element
Shoot a BIG BUCK
See the Northern Lights in Yellowknife, NWT
Fish for Halibut in Alaska
Ski Banff in Alberta
Ski Whistler in British Columbia
Ski the peaks of Arapahoe (Colorado)
Ride a horse in New Zealand
Go back to Ireland with Shawn, ride horses along the Cliffs of Mohr
See a Wolf in its natural environment
Build a house
Win a buckle
Go ghost hunting
Run a 10k (since I hate running, this is a big one)
Visit all 50 states and DC (got 19 of 'em done)
This list can and will be edited as I come up with more items for my list! My challenge now is for you to sit down and write your own Bucket List. You may be suprised at the things that are on there and the stuff that you have already accomplished.
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