My bucket list includes watching every season of “Lost.” I’m currently on season 2. By the end of next year, I should be finished. Lucas asked me what season I was watching. By his reaction, I can tell that he also feels lost.
When this show was originally on television, I watched it most of the time. Apparently, I missed a ton of details. If you miss a few minutes, you miss something. The first time around that I watched “Lost,” I didn’t even see a polar bear.
This item is a work in progress.
It was a struggle to find a falafel near me. We live in a small town near other small towns. So we found a place that serves falafels when we went to Cleveland. Actually, there were several places that had falafels on the menu.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to like the falafel. It turns out that I love falafels. I would even buy a restaurant just to be closer to falafels.
Can you believe that I’ve never seen KISS in concert? I can’t either.
I have watched two seasons of Gene Simmon’s reality show but no live concerts. Gene Simmons in footie pajamas is one of my favorite things in the world.
So this summer, my boyfriend and I are going to the Chicago Open Air Festival. KISS was the deciding factor between that show and Rock on the Range. We’re driving three extra hours.
It will all be worth it so I can cross the KISS concert off of the bucket list.
My grandpa used to make homemade ice cream during the summer. He had a little ice cream maker. It was always delicious. My grandpa made the summers special.
I found this recipe for ice cream that doesn’t require a churn. Where would someone even get a churn? Would I even know what it looks like?
When I started, I had all of the ingredients. Halfway through making the ice cream, it came to my attention that I didn’t have a blender. Or a whisk. No loaf pan in site.
Still, I carried on and made the ice cream anyway. It’s in the freezer. Thank goodness that we have one.
Hopefully, someone will be brave enough to try the ice cream.
This is the recipe that I used in case you guys want to try it.
Homemade Oreo Ice Cream
Today I registered to do a half-marathon. If you knew me, you would know that I’m not a runner in any way.
A half-marathon is about 13 miles. 13. Miles. So in theory, I should be able to run to the neighboring town by August. Right now, I’m not sure if I can run to the edge of the town, which is not quite a mile.
The Rock Hall Half Marathon is on my birthday so I thought it would be nice to challenge myself. Hopefully, I won’t vomit in front of thousands of people . . . . again.
My teenager thinks I’m crazy. She is convinced that someone else has invaded my body.
She’s like “You know that it’s running, right? What if you get lost? Are zombies running after you?”
Kids. What can I say. This running thing is not my thing but it doesn’t mean I should continue to be lazy.
I’m in the process of mapping out runs where no one has to see me suffer, sweat or vomit. You will thank me, I promise.
Rock Hall Half Marathon
The kids and I went glow bowling last night. It was a new experience for us because we left the house to go somewhere besides school or Wal-Mart. Just kidding. We went somewhere else once.
Glow bowling was a lot of fun, even though the pre-teen boys in the lane next to us were jerks. They seemed to want to destroy the lane. I saw one kid roll his ball across at least two lanes.
Karma caught up with one of them when he pinched his fingers between the bowling balls. I swear that I didn’t do it but I can’t swear that I didn’t laugh on the inside.
I think we might make this a regular thing.
This is a picture of my grandpa and I riding an elephant. I’m the one in the middle holding on for dear life. I don’t know the little girl in the front.
I’m not sure where this took place. It took me awhile to even find this picture. My grandma wrote in the photo album that we were on a road trip from Kansas to Wisconsin.
I cannot believe that my grandpa rode the elephant. I also cannot believe that my grandparents talked me into doing this.
While searching for this picture, I found a lot of pictures of my grandparents and their travels. There was at least one album of my mom’s adventures. So I guess the wanderlust gene was passed down.
Hopefully, there will be more adventures this year than last year.