91. Try a new fruit.

Status: Tried.

I'm fairly picky with food, I admit it. I do venture out occasionally, I throw around the "try everything once" philosophy, unfortunately it more often than not is only once, and then I return to things that are "vanilla" (i.e. - plain) enough for me. (I read an article in a newspaper a few days ago where the writer describe an idea as "vanilla", and have wanted to use it ever since.) And the same can be said for my chosen experimental fruit: papaya.

Visiting Mexico last week gave me the perfect opportunity to branch out fruit-wise. I'm accustomed to winter fruits up here in the great white north, but it was tropical fruits galore in the land of tequila. Our hotel offered an endless supply of pineapple, melons, and papaya....and with a tried and tested aversion to all things melon, I stuck to pineapple. After a few days, when I'd consumed copious amounts of pineapple (but not alcohol, strangely), resulting in a citric acid tongue burn, I remembered this item on my list and opted for the papaya. Well, I just said I had to try it, not like it. And as my previous record predicts, I hated it. Papaya tastes like vomit. But mmmmmm pineapple!

63. Go to a Bomber game.

Status: GO BOMBERS!

I am not one to be called a sports fan. The mere mention of organized games causes me to tremble from my carefully styled hair to my perfectly manicured toes. I do not play sports, I do not watch sports. I don't like to break a sweat, and I don't like the unbearable nervous tension involved in cheering for a particular team, complete with the excruciating countdown of how long your most likely arbitrarily picked team has to obliterate the evil competition. What a waste of time!

I am, however, known to sporadically take pleasure in nostalgic events coupled with a sense of hometown pride. Us small town kids didn't have much to do - no movie theatre, no amusement parks - the Bomber game was the place to be on a Friday night! Granted even then I was more interested in telling "dirty" jokes with my friends (the 11 year old equivalent of a dirty joke, which most often just had a reference to underwear) and buying chocolate bars at intermission than actually taking notice of the game. But since Matt was keen on seeing all the mundane aspects of my modest upbringing, and on going to a hockey game, we patronized the Flin Flin Whitney Forum on our last night in town. It wasn't quite as exciting as I remember it to be (though nothing really is once you grow up), but worth doing for the memories alone.

And in keeping with my childhood experiences, the Bombers lost by approximately 2.5 billion to nil.

38. Buy black heels.

Status: twisted ankle - beauty is pain!

Now, I've already made these out to be more immensely high-heeled than they are. They are literally half a kitten heel. And I am literally useless at walking in heels of any stature. I'm a flats sort of girl, despite the fact that I could desperately use to gain a few inches. However, I have come to terms with the unbearable truth that I will never be on Canada's Next Top Model, and am comfortable to stick to varieties of shoes that leave me close to the ground. Oh, I can handle shoes of height that distribute the height uniformly across the bottom surface of the shoe, but that's just not what the kids are wearing these days, is it? And at 22, I'm far too young to fall behind the times, put on some tapered acid-wash jeans, slip into some crocs and call it an early night.

So I struggle on in fashion. I must admit my new black "heels" (term used loosely) are quite classy, until I put them on and am a wobbly mess stumbling down the streets in a demonstrably un-classy way. They happen to be just a smidge too big, which does not aid the "walking normally" problem. But they were massively on sale from a reputable store and....just.....wouldn't you get them?? On the odd occasion (def: "odd" - every single time I wear them) they'll fly off my feet whilst I'm running across a busy intersection, but thus is the price of looking good!

I'd have posted a picture of the lovely shoes, but they're a bit messy at the moment from flying off into a snow bank....leaving me standing barefoot on ice.