Bye Bye Belmont

Dare I say it? At what point does an addict merit the moment to exclaim “I QUIT!” Perhaps it’s not in the moment, but the decorum. My ideal is to defeat this mighty task with dignity - meaning the absence of a relapse of course - but who can predict the future? Like anything we wish for, plot and plan, a segment of completely unaccounted for circumstances seems to bud its cunning little head. In my world anyway. So, being true to the possibility of anything, I’m already fawning as I write this entry.

This week, for the first time, I quit smoking. Forever.


Pause. Are you kidding me? A song lierally just came on my internet radio signing out “I’m jealous of your cigarette.” Who writes that garbage?!!

It’s been 11 hours and 5 days since you took your love away.
I stay in every night and busy myself all day.
Since you been gone I eat whatever I see.
I can go wherever I choose.

But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues.

Farewell Belmont Ultra Slims

Behind the Scenes

We went, we watched, we clapped on cue and wondered the whole time, “did the camera just catch me making that face!” Thanks for the tickets Phelps!

And yes, the guys look as plastic in person as on television.

Poll Clerk Duo

If I could know more about one thing, without having to do homework on the subject, I would definitely elect international politics as my winning topic. I’ve tried at a few different junctures to educate myself on political matters, predictably around the time of an election, but always find it somewhat cumbersome to really get into. It all seems a bit of a day time soap opera; a corny dramatization spilling with ego and insincerity. He screwed her and they said that and blab bla bla. I know ignorance isn’t serving me, so I shouldn’t complain.

Anyway, for the first time ever, I decided to do something “political” (tee hee). I signed up to works the polls.

Soon after completing the online application (requiring only my name and address) I was scheduled for a drawn out 3 hour training session where I was given a 120 pg. how to handbook and instructed on every bitty detail of a day in the life of poll clerk. Feeling more than ready, I showed up to manage my appointed poll on October 6th, 2011 with my colleague for the day, 70 year old Vera. We were stationed in the games room at a Polish Retirement home in Parkdale. Amazing. We had 200 electors on our list, 75 of which bothered to brave the elevator to visit us and cast their vote.

In the 15 hours that Vera and I hung out, we got to know about each other quite well. She shared some Trinidadian recipes and didn’t mind when I took a nap. I played the organ for her and didn’t mind when she insisted we recount the ballots every 20 minutes or so. Most of the time we just laughed at how sneaky we felt to be getting paid nearly $200 each to just sit around. Then, we got angry at how stupendously wasteful and offensive it was for us to be getting paid $200 to just sit around, especially after learning there were 2 other polls on the same street!! What the F?! How much money can one government throw away?

As we parted ways at the end of a long day, Vera and I hugged and agreed to both keep in touch and get more involved in the next election. Neither are very likely, but what a delightful first (and last).

Derby Downer

All right, I confess. I saw the movie and was drawn in to the idea of being a rebellious punk rock misfit on wheels. Only in my better-than-real-life imagination though. An old neighbor of mine was on a RD team and used to invite me out to practice, but I never went. I bruise easily and have never broken a bone. Truth is, I’m no misfit. Despite having a wicked derby girl last name “Power”, the most realistic option for this first was to go see a game. So I did.

The Toronto Roller Derby has been around for some time. They’re well organized and seem to have a loyal following. At the beginning of October, I recruited some friends to join me in seeing CN Power vrs. Hammer City Eh! Team. When we arrived however, (punk rock rebel late of course), I was immediately deflated by the scene and found myself slinking into the bleachers to avoid eye contact with my friends. The venue was an oversized, brightly lit warehouse that echoed wildly as the announcer shouted out the good and bad plays that really didn’t make much sense to anyone.

“There goes DefiCaitlin knocking over Sin D Drop-Her and Mia Culprit as she whizzes past Sail Her Poon on her way to knock off Lady Gag Ya. But watch out! Sinade O’clobber is coming up behind and it looks like Panty Hoser is going to join her in taking down Miss Carriage!”


The score board was something of an overhead projector and the track was a confusing mess of spray painted lines on cement. Had I better understood the game, maybe my impression would have been better. Sorry TRD, I think what you’re doing is fundamentally a good thing, but to me it felt a lot like watching a cheeky cheer squad in a high school gym. I almost wished my can of Coors were a bag of Whoppers. At the end of the night, we all drove back to the city pretending that it had been worth checking out a bunch of chick on skates knocking each other down. And then we went dancing. A bunch of chicks jumping around.

KD & Catch-up!!

I warned you from the beginning; I'm a procrastinator. My saving grace is upfront honesty no? It appears I'm behind about 3 weeks. Truth be told, I've been keeping up with my weekly doings, just not writing about them. This is going to be a big catch-up entry, so get cozy.

HELLO TITTIE
In grade 4, I was fit for my first "training" bra. I remember thinking, "apparently tits aren't very skilled at hanging on if they require training. this is serious stuff. What would happen if I didn't oblige to strap them down, hoist them up and decorate them with bows and lace? Would they disfigure? Could others tell? And why did I need to go through such efforts to make a pretty display if them anyway?" I didn't put bows on my knees. Although I guess I did put pom-poms on my ankles. Anyway, these strange, confusing thoughts plagued me for months.

Fast forward 100's of bras. Strapless, seamless, corset, criss-cross, convertible, padded, push up, nude, adhesive, demi, racer-back, sports and cup-less (oo la la). A secret underworld rarly noticed by anyone but me. I've spent countless hours posing in front of change rooms mirrors thinking; "does this make me too perky? too pointy? full enough?" Or, "impressive, I have a cleavage!" Most often though, "drat! why doesn't anything fit!?"


Last week, for the first time I went for a professional bra fitting. Secrets From Your Sister is an exclusive boutique in the Annex that specializes in fittings. The staff is lovely and very knowledgeable. After some initial measurement and discussion, in came the 55 minute parade of bras eager to prove themselves as my perfect match. "Girls, meet bra #1, she's a red lace underwire demi cup with daisy stitching and silk inserts who promises not to pinch or cause double boob. She's made in Paris, ooh."



While I didn't buy anything (prices ranged $124-$189), I picked up some valuable tips and most importantly, learned that I had been sizing myself incorrectly for the last 25 years! My mistake had been thinking that cup ( A B C D...) and torso size (32" 34" 36" 38"...) were unrelated and that size is static. Apparently this is not the case at all. Measurement is relative and every bra has a "sister" size. As cup goes up, torso goes down. So...B34 = C32 = D30. You got it? Essentially this means, that for every new style a new size should be considered. Otherwise, it's likely fitting improperly. What a wonderful excuse for all those awful bras I’ve abandoned!

Here are some bits and bobs to ponder.



The Guinness Book of World records credits 53 year old Norma Stitz for having the largest natural breasts on the planet. 56 pounds each!

Maxi Mounds, a model, stripper and porn star (no surprise) is noted for having the largest implants. 42JJ. I'm guessin the size scale doesn't apply here..







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LET'S BOGEY !!

I've had an unusual crush on Bill Murray for a long time. Somewhere between Groundhog Day, What About Bob and Lost In Translation, I decided that he was the funniest, most endearing man in film. And, in some odd way - super sexy. Recently, I saw Caddyshack on t.v and decided that I was going to learn how to play golf. There were many other factors of cooooourse, but this first is for Bill ;)

Keeping things simple, I started out with a 9 hole, par 3 course. I've done the mini-put and driving range thing several times, so no big deal right? Oh so wrong. I discovered that golf requires much more intensity, focus and technical accuracy than I'd ever imagined. After losing 4 balls, tripping through 2 sand pits and cheating on several accounts, I still only mastered an average of 6 strokes each hole. (or however you term it).

However, I will golf again Bill. I will not let you down.

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HARD WOOD
Ever have those days where you wake up and think, "how can I bring purpose to my day"? It's a bit crazy, but I often find myself in that frame of mind. I love projects I guess.


This is a pictorial entry. Last week, I made a bench (from scratch) for the first time.

Some Like it HOT!

It seems there's a minor theme developing in my life. Looking back at some recent entries, I noticed that I'm fairly focused on making good friends with my body these days. Exercise, acupuncture, and now, for the first time, hot (Bikram) yoga. When I get around to 52 First #22 (going to confession), I'll be sure to include a chapter on how negligent and abusive I've been to my body for most of my conscience life.

Indulgence is a creeper of a habit. Not usually recognizable until it explodes with ugliness all over you; it seduces you with incredible flavors and great thrills that (temporarily) disguise the dirty consequences. Indulgence is a promiscuous little devil and one that I've made an effort to tame in the last while by following some simple advice from my Dad: "eat less, move more and sweat everyday"

I've chunked out twice in my life. Both times were during the beginning of the end of my 2 most important relationships. This round, I've made better choices and continue to harvest healthier experiences to transition. Thanks to a friend's persistence I gave hot yoga a try and, despite being a cynic about urban-yuppy-hipster lifestyle crap, I think it's something I could really get into. Unlike other styles of yoga, which frankly I find completely lack luster, hot yoga leaves you drenched in sweet, well earned sweat....a welcomed token for a good, cathartic workout.

Drop the Needle

Typically when someone is coming at me with a needle, I pant a bit, whimper and never fail to whine out loud "is it going to hurt?!" I've survived 2 tattoos, a nose piercing and countless medical needles, but always felt near panic about it. Why then I wondered, have people been turning to acupuncture since 200 BCE to relax and promote good health. What is it about having a needle jammed into numerous points on your body that brings a positive sensation - and does it really? When I saw the Team Buy coupon for a $30 acupuncture session in my inbox one morning, despite my anxiety about needles, I had to check it out. So, last week, for the first time, I surrendered my delicate self to 10 piercing needles for 25 minutes...and lived to tell the tale!

My chest was a drum circle of a thousand angry hippies. My hands were clammy as I meticulously answered each of the 50 life/health questions and told myself I wasn't stalling, I was just being thorough. By the time I finally got into the treatment room, the practitioner had figured out that I was a newbie, and that I was scared. She was wonderful. She briefed me on the process, explained that acupuncture activates meridian lines in the body through stimulation points and promised that she had never witnessed anyone pass out or vomit; as per the release form I had just hesitated to sign. She went on to say that everyone has a different experience and that it's important to allow any feelings, during and after (whether positive or negative) to just be had. Great, so if I wanted to yelp and run, I could. Sweet. I like open benchmarks, anything is normal.

First, the belly. Our body's core and my stress centre, apparently. It was fast and painless. Within minutes she was done the full installation including one right between the eyes! "So, now I just lay here and try to rationalize this?" Yep, that was it. "Enjoy" she said as she left the room.
I'm not sure if it was my nerves, but something definitely felt different throughout my body. It was subtle, but I felt...heavy. A bit like having 3 glasses of wine, but not the headiness of it. At moments I would feel a bit like being on a slow wave and others, sleepy. I was sure not to move and at one point felt some pain in a specific spot on my leg. Later I learned that there hadn't even been a needle there, it was ghost pain. weird. When it was all over, I felt calm. It wasn't anything drastic, just nice.

So, there you have it. With regular sessions at $100 a pop, I won't be retuning, so unfortunately will never know if acupuncture could cure my smoking addition, but I did enjoy the experience. I do hope that the next time I get a needle, I'll be able to channel the feeling of acupuncture and just let the doctor drop the needle in. Doubtful.

You Better Belize-it!

I am a proud member of a group of people, who at one point or another, lived a very peculiar, unnaturally irresponsible and debauched lifestyle in a world that (it seems) we were never meant to know. A place that we wanted to escape, yet could never resist. Because of this experience, members share an unparalleled connection. We are: Korean Expats.

Some of the most amazing people I know, I met in Korea. Each year (there abouts) 4 of us meet up in a different part of the world to travel, reminisce and revive the feeling of K-style freedom. This year, we (minus one member) met and toured Belize by way of South Beach, Miami. During the trip, I was able to visit 6 different cities for the first time.

After a one night layover in South Beach, which was beautiful, but tacky and offensively expensive (Margaritas were $18.99!), we landed in Belize City where I experienced another first: sweating while standing - I mean it - not moving at all and dripping! BC is no where to spend time, so we water-taxied 1.5 hours east to San Pedro on Ambergris Caye (island) for 4 nights of lazy, sandy days to drink, eat and laugh about the fact that we still cheap out on accommodations to the point of bunking with a colony of cockroaches. We did all the usual snorkeling, diving, squatting on luxury hotel beach chairs pretending we were guests. We spent a day on Caye Caulker jumping off an abandoned boat and driving a golf cart up and down the strip - you know, typical stuff.

Wrapping up the island part of the trip with a crazy night at the Tackle Box and Big Daddy's dancing with locals until 3am, we made the LONG boat to bus journey inland to San Ignacio near the Guatemalan border to see some ruins. Perhaps only as a K-Expat would, we were able to see the humour in discovering that the ruins were closed when we finally arrived the next day. Yes, closed. So, back on the unairconditioned, 3 to a seat, stop-at-every-corner bus we went. In two days, we spent nearly 10 hours on buses and boats!

The finale of the trip was just as amazing as the beginning and middle. Near Orange Walk, we went on a jungle river tour, saw some incredible ruins (finally), listened to monkeys howl in the trees and spent every last BZ$ on drinks and unnecessary (but cherished) souvenirs. As always, it was a fantastic time! One that we never quite feel sad leaving because in 12 months, we'll be in some other new country doing it all again.

I read a cheesy, but fitting FB news feed recently that said: "I can't wait to have the memory of this moment". I feel that a lot when I travel with the gals from the KO!

Eat My Dust!

Despite being the daughter of a tennis pro & instructor, I've never been very athletic. I've given thousands of dollars to different gyms and sports retailers throughout my life of course, but that doesn't mean I actually did anything. At least not more than once or twice a year. I trust I'm not alone..??

I did play girls fast pitch in grade school. Tiffany Cox, if you're out there, your parents were the best coaches! They let me play in my jeans - the ones with the faux-leather upper waist bit that (I thought) was so hip. I also joined the Spirit Club for about a week in high school. It required a lot of jumping around. Other than that and a tennis lesson here and there, the only consistent activity in my life has been cycling.

My first bike was a beautiful pink Cinderella BMX with streamers in the handles. I got it for Christmas when I was about 5 and squealed about it for hours. It turned out that a few pieces were missing (or someone couldn't figure out how to assemble it), so it was returned. I never saw it again. Instead, I was given a red boys bike with blocks on the pedals so I could "grow into it!" Anyway, no hard feelings. Since then, I've had dozens of bikes. 5 were stolen, many that died and 3 of which I still have. A vintage cruiser (near death), a clunky city-safe (meaning no one would bother stealing it) mountain bike and my precious hybrid; a yellow Giant.

I've talked about how much I did not enjoy my former office job, but in truth, it did introduce me to a hand full of very important things. One being, the RONA MS Bike Tour. For the past 3 years, I've cycled on a team in one of 5 tours which raise funds for MS research and services. I LOVE IT! It gets me training, connecting with other cyclists and out on the road for a great cause. This past winter, I took up spin to train year round and I've been turned-on to the gym, and exercise in general, ever since.

With that said....here it is folks! My list of the first time working out each day for a full week:
Monday - Body Attack class: 60 min. cardio
Tuesday - cycled 20km and played tennis for 60 min.
Wednesday - cycled 40km on the Humber River Trail
Thursday - cycled 10km and did a 60 min. yoga class
Friday - 30 min. run
Saturday - cycled 88km, Grand Bend to London (3.5 hours)
Sunday - cycled 75km, London to Grand Bend (3.5 hours...I'm always a bit slower day 2!)

It was a fantastic week! And, it couldn't have rolled at a better time because tomorrow, I leave for the beach in Miami and Belize for 10 days and will not be exercising the entire time!

P.S. Thank you to everyone who donated to the bike tour in support of MS! xoxo

Jack Rabbit Roundup

I ate rabbit. Yes I did and I loved it. In fact, I'll go so far to say that it now sits on my top 10 best dinners list. I was at a wonderful little French restaurant this week called Tati Bistro on Harbord and there it was on the menu. So, up on the tree house style roof top patio, I ordered and ate my first rabbit stew.

Despite being so cute and timid (a deterrent from wanting to eat them in my opinion), wild rabbits actually have a history of being little bastards. The famous Western Kansas Jack Rabbit Roundup of 1935 tales one of these times. Rabbits had taken over the area and were eating up farmers crops. It was during the Depression, people were starving, so naturally this pissed everyone off a great deal.

Apparently county commissioners posted an ad. for a massive rabbit drive which drew in 10,000 people on Jan.14, 1935 to arrive, club and kill over 1,600 rabbits in one day! Pretty gruesome. Food farming today is more awful than ever as we all know, but I won't go there.

I wonder if Dong Nguyen was familiar with The Roundup??

FYI - rabbits are really lean and give up a lot of protein; 21% with only 4.5% fat compared to beef which is 16.3% protein and chicken at 20%. So eat 'em up!

Ramble Ramble...Rip!

To explain a bit more about the reason behind this project I'll start by saying that the beginning of the end of my career in not-for profit fundraising largely grew from a gloomy idea that my life was a complacent repetition of moments that really didn't excite me and goals that I barely believed in. You know the plot: alarm, shower, TTC, coffee & muffin on the go, emails, emails, meeting, emails, phone call, emails, lunch. Emails, emails, meeting, 3pm mat-leave farewell cake in the board room, emails, emails, TTC, dinner, t.v, sleep. It was an exhausting routine with limited satisfaction (for me anyway...). Part denial - part resilience, the experience of being fired led me to step to the side to re-evaluate and redirect my ideas and plans. For this I'd like to say "Thank you former boss for recognizing how bored and uninspired I was in my work! Thank you for pushing me over the edge to confront my career misplacement. Because of you, I've done things I may never have. Thank you for reminding me that we're all replaceable and that enjoying my work is critical to my survival because like it or not, I've got 30+ years to go!"


I do confess that I'm a fairly late bloomer. I've managed to avoid the working world with travel and school to the point of spoiling myself a bit. Before the age of 30, my T4 slip had never read more than $12,000! This of course makes me laugh because it reveals how tightly I clung to my student/nomad life. It was a fabulous decade and I regret nothing, but this former lifestyle has certainly made it tough for me to settle into a career. Not that I need or want a 20 year plan set out, but something to build on and be proud of over time would be kinda nice.


This project has become part of my revivial. The coolest part is, I've been noticing and paying more respect to all of the other "firsts" and interesting little things that happen in my life. It's a great reminder of how important perspective is. I recommend paying attention to yours.

OK, OK....onto the "first". This one was a bit odd because it was taking something that I have done (basic waxing), but to the next level. The other day, I had my first Brazilian Wax. Hands down - the most uncomfortable experience of my life. It all started with the price list at my local Korean "Hollywood" Nails shop which happened not to include a price for "Brazilian". In my frazelled state, I awkwardly started making hand gestures to explain what I was looking for. It was very classy and attracted quite a cluster of miniature Korean women laughing at me. Awesome. I soon found out that Brazilian Wax isn't on the price list because "it depends on how much hair". Apparently every women exists somewhere between $20 and $40 on the scale of pubic measure. What?!?

Keeping this PG, I'll skip most details and make only a few comments. Hot wax, probing fingers and RIPPING hair out from the follicle is never pleasant. It is drastically more awful however when you're asked to flip over and " hold here and here" to assist in parting your own cheeks. A Brazilian is nothing short of thorough and as such, I'm pretty confident that this was a once in a lifetime experience. I'l stick to my traditional Bikini. At least I now know the answer to the question on my mind the whole experience....I'm $27 worth! Ha!

P.S. I don't beleive in "owing" to your partner, but Men - I urge you to rush home immediately to demonstrate to your women how much you appreciate their Bikinis & Brazilians! They don't come easy!

Pride Comes in Many Forms

A bit late on my entry, but yes another 'first' bit the dust last week!

From last Monday to Sunday, I was in San Fransisco visiting the lovely Lindsay. Joined by "The Boy", Peter G. (aka. Pitter, BGP, CEO of His Own Life) the 3 of us make up the FCU. It's a secret club. Nuf said. Annnnyway.....my Fifty2Firsts plan was to knock off # 7 and go topless at Pride. This seemed very doable considering I wouldn't know anyone apart from Linds & Pete. It turns out though - I'm not nearly as daring (in certain ways) as I had expected!! Coupled by the fact that the SF Pride Parade is NOT at all about being naked, sweaty & drunk, I found myself shy among the very clothed crowd. I only spotted 2 pairs and no boy bits at all - and trust me - I was searching for inspiration! Needless to say, the vibe was quite different from what I'm used to in T.O and so I've made a wee adjustment to this entry to be a celebration of the "first" time I attended the San Fransisco Pride Parade.

It truly was an incredible event. Very tasteful, respectful and more about celebrating and enjoying the city, great music and millions of colourful people as opposed to showing off how raunchy you can be. "Whips and chains excite me!" (Umm, that's nice?) It was a lesson for me. I realized that I wouldn't gain any real thrill, liberty or freedom from the experience so why do it? I'm proud that I've kept my girls for better use ;)

A note on Pride in the US; while roaming Height St. one day, I met an LGBT activist who shared some interesting information with me. Did you know that same sex marriage is recognized in only 7 states in the USA! CA, ME, NV, OR, WA, WI and most recently NY who just passed the act last Friday! For those who don't know; Bill C-38 passed Senate on July 19, 2005 allowing same sex Canadians across the nation to marry. There have since been a variety of mixed entitlements and restrictions put in place depending on the province, but still. Something to be proud of. OH Canada!

I Love Leather

At the naive age of something less than 10, I recall hiding in shame behind the racks and random unloved furniture at dozens of thrift stores around Brantford while my mom filled carts full of "used??..ewww!" clothes, accessories & shoes. Whether it were the Goodwill, Salvation Army, Value Village, or some church run independent, I would DREAD the possibility of being spotted and my secret thrift store life revealed.

Thankfully, I gave up on that ridiculous outlook soon after getting my first job at age 12 (yes, a paper route qualifies) and being given the choice to buy my own "new" clothes, or continue to work within my mom's thrift store budget. It was then that I decided on more-for-less and have maintained that philosophy ever since (with clothes, accessories & shoes anyway).
Until this week...

This week, I bought my first new, real leather handbag. A true lady purse. A genuine, soft black leather cow hide delight. It is wonderful! It will not peal or rip like microfiber, it will not melt like Pleather or contain polyvinyl CHLORIDE and stink like rubber. I didn't compromise for less and got exactly what I wanted. It will last me years to come, mold specifically to my ways and I enjoyed every moment of paying a 1/3 of my rent for it!

Like my shift in thinking years earlier, I've discovered another new way to evaluate and treasure my "stuff".

Margarita Cheese Cake! Ya cha cha cha!

Perhaps a bit new-project-eager of me, but I've completed my second 'first' this week as well!

For well over a year now, I've kept a friends cake pan hostage... collecting dust and guilt at the back of my hall closet. I credit this 'first' to Mark for his pan (and understanding and forgiveness) and to Thiago for be being Brazilian (and therefor hosting the Brazilian BBQ this past weekend that served as the perfect venue for my cheese cake debut).

Margarita Cheese Cake with lime and Tequila seemed the best fit for this sunny backyard BBQ - and it was. Not counting the melted, sloppy whip cream mess that formed like soup on the surface, the cake was pretty tasty. I confess, I had no idea that the acid from the limes would break down the whip cream. Lesson learned. Mission accomplished.

The List

Surprisingly it was not as easy as I'd expected to come up with 52 things that I've never  done. Now don't be disappointed, this is not an exotic list, but that wasn't the intent. This adventure is meant to be an exploration and appreciation of the simple, often everyday things that I just haven't gotten around to. I confess I'm a procrastinator. Not the point. I'm here now.

A note on the process. The list is here and I am determined to do each, but the order is insignificant. I'm going to let these things roll in as they will for the next 52 weeks - one year.

1. start a blog - DONE June 1, 2011
2. buy a leather purse - DONE June 13, 2011
3. make a cheese cake - DONE June 4, 2011
4. indoor wall climbing - DONE January 2012
5. attend the opera - DONE February 7, 2012
6. sky dive, bungee jump or something extreme DONE May 18, 2012
7. go topless at pride changed to: attend SF Pride Parade- DONE June 27, 2011
8. salsa dance with a partner DONE May 2012
9. tell someone how I really feel - DONE December 12, 2012
10. crash a wedding DONE April 14, 2012
11. visit a new city for the first time - DONE July 28 - August 6, 2011
12. golf (at least 9 holes) - DONE September 10, 2011
13. be hired by an Ontario school board (please lord!) DONE May 2, 2010
14. shoot a gun DONE March 25, 2012
15. quit smoking - DONE November 4, 2011 - FAILED - sometime soon after :(
16. get fitted for a bra - DONE September 8, 2011
17. workout 7 days in a row - DONE July 18-24, 2011
18. camp in Algonquin changed to: camp the East Coast- DONE July/ August 2012
19. go sailing changed to: pickle something - DONE November 2012
20. take a burlesque, pole or belly dance class changed to: Improvise DONE October 2012
21. get my M2 changed to: pay 6 tickets at once - DONE Dec 24, 2012
22. go to confession
23. track my family tree changed to: Meet Mayor Rob Ford -DONE February 2013 
24. do something political - DONE October 6, 2011
25. visit a nudist colony changed to: start a fire DONE August 3, 2012
26. be hypnotized DONE March 24, 2010
27. go snow shoeing changed to: ride a mechanical bull DONE April 21, 2012
28. have my fortune told DONE April, 2012
29. get a Brazilian wax - DONE July 2, 2011

30. be part of or attend a Roller Derby - DONE October 1, 2011

31. have dinner at O.Noir - DONE March 20, 2013 32. knit a scarf - DONE March 2012

33. take 100 photos of strangers (ALMOST) DONE March/April 2012
34. go for acupuncture - DONE July 19, 2011
35. go to a male strip club - DONE February 25, 2012
36. Polar Dip DONE January 1, 2012
37. hot yoga - DONE September 7, 2011
38. volunteer at a soup kitchen changed to: Volunteer for the MS Walk DONE April 2012
39. eat rabbit - DONE July 5, 2011
40. sneak into a movie DONE June 2012
41. no alcohol for 30 days - FAILED January 2012
42. speed dating DONE December 9, 2011
43. cook a turkey DONE April 8, 2012
44. ice skate at Nathan Phillips Square DONE December 28, 2011
45. flash mob DONE April 29, 2013 (International Dance Day)
46. milk a cow DONE May 26 2012
47. catch, gut, clean, cook and eat a fish I caught - DONE August 2012
48. run the Toronto Marathon changed to: 75km Ride for Heart DONE June 3 2012
49. be an audience member for a T.V show DONE October something, 2011
50. build something from scratch - DONE September 11, 2011
51. Ride on a vintage fire truck - DONE July, 2012
52. CN Tower Climb - DONE April 27, 2013
 tb
TBD. Suggestions welcome
Away I go!