30 (Plus) Things to Do Before I Die
“We are always getting ready to live but never living.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
- Stop killing time.
- Get out of debt.
- Visit Australia.
- Go horseback riding.
- Learn how to build a deck.
- Meet Maurice Sendak.
- Live in a loft.
- Have lots of facials.
- Become a better listener.
- Meet Arnold Schwarzenegger.
- Be photographed by Tom Bianchi.
- Spend more time in Ibiza.
- Remember the difference between “acquaintances” and friends.
- Spend more time with friends.
- Travel a lot with Bronson.
- Build Conny a house.
- Spend more time with my grandmother.
- Send more handwritten thank you notes.
- Improve my posture.
- Better understand myself.
- Buy property in Naples.
- Meet my dad.
- Learn Spanish.
- Spend more time with my two dogs.
- Forgive my parents.
- Be an inspiring presence on network TV.
- Write a book and/or a play.
- Meet Alanis Morrissette.
- Execute a will.
- Do a triathlon.
- Make yoga a part of my life.
- Get back to Bora Bora.
- See Bronson’s film produced.
- Have more sex.
September 8th, 2008 at 4:28 pm
Sheesh. We can knock most of these out over the next few weeks. I hope there’s more where these came from.
OX, B
September 9th, 2008 at 3:30 am
I have been married six times and not a one ever wanted to build me a house…not even the general contractor! I will be the first to say that the three best men in my life were never my husbands; they were my father, my son and my son-in-law. I wish I had figured that all out after husband #2!
xoxomom
September 12th, 2008 at 6:21 pm
i can teach you how to build a deck…its easier than you think…unless its on the edge of a cliff…thats a little harder and I am afraid of heights…
September 12th, 2008 at 7:20 pm
One of my top five goals is to do whatever I can to see to it that you meet your Dad—SOON. Hugs.
September 12th, 2008 at 9:35 pm
Dawn:
That is going to blow my mind when it does happen. I am excited and a little scared.
OX,
Sam
March 21st, 2009 at 5:02 pm
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