The movie “Bucket List” tells the tale of a pair of gentlemen, finding themselves on death’s doorstep, prepare a list of things they would like to do before they die. My question is why should we have to wait until we are set upon by that icy hand before we set out a list and bend our lives toward them.

In essence we all do. They are our goals and only the nerdiest of us actually write them down and create a path that will help guide us to our goals. Although, now having said it, the whole concept sounds pretty good.

As is a tradition for list of mine, I will write my accurate list and then fill it up with horribly trite ideas.

My Bucket List

Have a novel published
Catch a snipe
Be a father
Successfully wage land war against Asia in the winter
Find the cure for asthma
Enjoy a film with Drew Barrymore
Have a root beer tab in my basement
Visit both Western Alaska and South Eastern Alaska
Release an album, preferably Indy-rock
Eat my body weight in chicken wings in one day
Get into shape and loose 60 lbs
Flap my arms faster than a hummingbird’s wings
Spend over 1 month straight in Alaska
Build a log cabin
Build a chopper
Sleep in past 12
Visit New Zealand
Find the Holy Grail
Write a movie script that gets filmed
Own a radio station
Own a house
Attack a condor in mid-flight
Retire
Pass the troll from under the bridge as part of modern society
Have a 50th wedding anniversary with Gina (My Wife)
Figure out what is in Spin-dip.

What’s on your list?