Things I've done are in bold... a lot of these sounded unfamiliar at first, until I realized I had done them before.  Having done much, and not remembering, must be signs of aging.

1. Started my own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than I can afford to charity (aw, sad)
7. Been to Disneyland/world
8. Climbed a mountain
10. Sung a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched lightning at sea
14. Taught myself art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown my own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitchhiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of my ancestors (same province counts...)
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught myself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing (indoor)
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had my portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris (too cheap... too lazy...)
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie (I'm on IMDB, so it counts)
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies  (2 boxes to my mom, because i was a crappy brownie scout)
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma (even though they threw it away)
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had my picture in the newspaper (school newspaper...?)
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Rode an elephant

I randomly decided to watch Addams Family Values, and found myself laughing my socks off.  The acting is hilarious and excellent.  The dialogue is clever and corny in the best way possible (especially for Morticia and Wednesday).  I appreciate this movie so much more the second time around... maybe because it has been 15 years since the first time... damn I'm old.

Morticia:  Gomez,
Gomez:  Cara mia?
Morticia:  Marvelous news.  I'm going to have a baby. (Pause)  Right now.

What a brilliant way to start a movie!

I've discovered an awesome youtuber who posts choral music... with the sheet music so I can sing along!  My voice is now scratchy from singing through all the songs I know (er, so that's Mozart's Requiem and Handel's Messiah) and oh my, the endorphins are up and running.  I miss being in a choir, being part of an ocean of voices that swells and stills, floating upon it in my own bubble so I can sing my heart out in anonymity.

It has been 3 years since I've been in choir, and the changes since then are pretty entertaining to observe in myself.  I was Wicked-obsessed for at least 18 months, so I find myself hopping out of my chair to gesticulate dramatically, Broadway style, when I get to the exciting parts.  My own crappy musical tastes lead me to attempt some Britney/Shakira/Lady Gaga/Beyonce-style dancing along with the music.  Maybe the years have also melted away my sense of shame, as I make some pretty lame attempts to conduct my own imaginary symphony while singing along.  OR the years have just changed me into my mother, which would explain the fobby mom behavior.  Dammit.

But really, when you're triumphantly chorusing through some complicated notes that are now easy because someone drilled them into your head three years ago, how can you not rock your hips and rhythmically point at nothing in particular??  And Latin feels so good when it rolls off your tongue from pure muscle memory... though I had no recollection of what the words actually mean.  Turns out, "poenis" (peh-nees) means "punishment," and "semini" means "seed" (like semen).

Just for the sake of spectacle and fantasy, I also listened to that crazy song from The Magic Flute, just so I could watch those crazy high notes fly by.  Okay, I admit I tried it myself and predictably failed.  But I'm inspired by a woman I found out about today, Florence Foster Jenkins, who became famous for being a hilariously crappy singer.  Quote of the day: "People can say I can't sing, but no one can ever say I didn't sing."

Ahh, the distractions I come up with when I have too much free time.  My list of TV shows I'm watching has grown from just Weeds to also include ANTM, Glee, Scrubs, and 30 Rock.  I'm attempting to learn some piano pieces that are too hard/delicate for me (damn 11-year-olds who can do anything).  I just finished cross-stitching a little puppy cell phone charm.  I hated reading Les Miserables at first but dragged myself through it; now, a chapter away from finishing (the abridged version), it has me sniffling and scribbling down quotes.

"It is by degrading myself in your eyes that I elevate myself in my own." says Jean Valjean in Les Miz.  Good words for my shady insides, surrounded daily by mobs of kids who are old enough for flagrant self-interest but too young to pursue it with subtlety.  Oh ratty soul, hounded unceasingly by that tired old question, What am I doing with my life?

I hate that hot air rises.  My feet are cold.  At least my head is toasty.

One of my students named herself Lather.  Me gusta mucho.

According to the school nurses, my mild cold is definitely not the swine flu, even though all the kids I teach got sent home for a swine flu outbreak.  Being friends with the school nurses got me the hookups on some Chinese meds, though, and now I spend a good part of my lazy days taking my multiple goodies three times a day:

Woad Root (板蓝根):  Used to dye things blue in Europe, now it's in a pleasantly sweetened tea.

Pei Pa Koa (川贝枇杷膏):  An herbal cough syrup that my mommy used to feed me.  I don't think it's very effective, but it tastes awesome because it's probably around 97% sugar.  It's made of fritillary bulb and loquat leaf.

Watermelon Frost Lozenges:  Don't taste very good but quite numbing for my irritable left tonsil.  Ugh, I think I need to get that thing removed.

Turpinia Montana (山香圆片):  wtf this isn't even on Wikipedia.  Little green pills.

Amoxicillin Capsules:  Yay for antibiotics.  I take two pills three times a day... and now I'm done with the pack.  The throat still feels infected, though.

...so I wonder if this counts as being over-medicated.  I'm consuming a whole lot of random crap, but then only one of them is a real drug.  I'm kind of writing off all the traditional Chinese medicine as the equivalent of herbal tea, chicken soup, and cough drops.