Live in a foreign country
...and Canada doesn't count. A gypsy at heart, I relish the thought of completely immersing myself in another culture. My top choices for where to do this are, currently: Germany (beer), Greece (have you SEEN the coastline?!), France (think the movie Chocolat), Ireland (beer), or England ('cause I, ya know, speak the language). During our time as expats, we would travel to other countries, as well. First step: renew my passport!

Become proficeint in Ballroom, Tap, and Bellydance
I love to dance. It's fun. It's a great workout. And, come on, don't you think it is totally sexy when someone can dance. I mean, like, really dance?!

Learn to play guitar
Because if teenage boys can do it to impress girls, certainly I can do it.

Release an album
My first album will likely be titled: Jazz Hands, My Love Affair with the American Musical Theatre. This is one of those "why haven't I done this yet" things.

Sing the National Anthem at a sporting event
I mean, be the person who is holding the mic, not one of the ones singing in the crowd, silly, I do that already. "...o'er the la-and of the freeeeeeee, and the hoooooome of the braaaaaaaaaaaaaaave!"

Blackberries

Perhaps and iPhone, perhaps a Crackberry, regardless, this is one chickadee who CAN-NOT WAIT for her "new every two" to come back around in a few months. (As a loyal Verizon customer, I am eligible to get a nearly-free phone every two years.) Two years ago I thought I wasn't important enough for texting or any other "fancy" feature to my phone. Maybe a photo now and again, but mostly I just needed my phone to, well, call people.

Now I have decided that, not only am I important enough for a tricked-out phone, but I absolutely must have one - pronto! How many times have I needed to google an address I can't find, research one shoe company over another before purchasing, or just need to send an email during my break at work? Answer: lots and lots and LOTS of times. Ah, to have the internet at my fingertips - that would make me both cool and knowledgeable.

I've decided to purchase one, now I have to decide: iPhone or Crackberry. What's your poison?

When I was touring with a theatre company in 1997, we played in this lovely resort area that is perfect for my ideal vacation these days: comfortable amenities, beautiful and peaceful surroundings, relatively uncrowded (at least in the winter). I filed it away as one of the places I'd like to return sometime.

I remember being endlessly bored by it when it was required reading in high school, so much so that it was one of the few reading assignments I didn't actually finish. To finally finish it, I would need to have finished all the other books I really want to read, the cross-stitch I started over a decade ago for my sister, and all my other unfinished projects.

One Christmas I opened a quesadilla maker from my husband's uncle. I thought, "Great, a useless appliance," or, as Alton Brown says, "A unitasker." Perhaps, Mr. Brown, it is a unitasker, but I love my unitasker. In the following months, hubby and I pulled it out in an exercise of pure curioustiy. Surprisingly, I found it to inspire quite a bit of creativity. For example, we discovered a kickass onion/garlic/pepper/spice combo that makes any quesadilla gourmet. Muy bien! We now rely on it for simple, quick meals during the week when the fam may be eating at various times. While I never would have bought it for myself, I am quite happy that someone thought to buy it for me.

Get Out the Map by Indigo Girls

Duh.

I'm guessing my toddler doesn't count as a wild animal in this instance, huh? Oh, okay, fine. I'll play nice. Said toddler would prefer that I answer "baby elephant," because they come in so handy for solving all kinds of problems, according to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I, however, would prefer a significantly smaller animal...something useful to have around...and preferably one that could do all the household chores I find to be a drag: laundry, dishes, cleaning the bathroom.
Getting to the question, though, I have always thought having birds would be lovely, except for the cleaning out the cage part. So I'd have to say my new wild pet would be a family of cardinals. They have always been my favorite birds, due in part to the fact that they are easy to learn to identify. Once the dogs got over their initial *freaking out* and we all settled in, it would be lovely to have birds flitting around and singing.
The whole bird poo on everything would be annoying, though not much different than the annoyances of potty training. And then there's the issue that I don't know if the cardinal's song is pleasant or obnoxious. And I'm sure more than once it would get down right irritating to have the damned things flitting around and molting all over the house.
But still, it would be cool.