14000 Things to do BEFORE I die

This blog may contain graphic imagery: reader discretion is advised.

HUH!

BAD BOYS!
WHATCHA GON' WHATCHA GONNA DO?

All joking aside, it might actually be a little graphic. It turns out that all the things on my to-do list might not be just things that I want to do before I die... they might also be things that I might have the opportunity to experience before I die.

That this is one of those opportunities.

Let me set this up a little bit. This weekend I had the wonderful opportunity to spend my time up in Salt Lake with my good friend Miss K. Miss K and I were roommates at one point and are now currently team teachers in an elementary school in Salt Lake. Anyway, we went to her house, and her mom treated us like royalty!

Andies mints.... Hot chocolate (not Western Family brand-- which is the only kind that I can afford...) and Queso with chips.

Amidst the munches, we chillaxed while watching a phenomenal movie called Emperor's New Groove and writing letters to our students. All this happen at 12 am-- about 2 hours past my normal bedtime, and 4 hours past my normal eating time.

Well, the thing about this all is, as fantastic as the marvelous food felt going down, it felt one-bazillionth as good coming back up.

That's right.
I puked.

Definition from Urbandictionary.com:
Puke: The act of vomiting, hurling, barfing, losing lunch, tossing cookies, ralfing, throwing up, yacking, retching, technicolour yawning, spewing, blowing chunks, and/or other forms of physical illness.

That was just a little side note. I especially liked "technicolour yawning"

The tossing of the cookies isn't a major thing in and of itself, but doing it out the window of a moving vehicle is. And boy, howdy, let me tell you-- it was not a pretty picture. Especially given the fact that it occurred right smack dab in the middle of downtown Salt Lake City.

So yeah. Check! I never need to yack out of a moving car EVER again. But boy, was it ever thrilling...