Bucket List

I should really be asleep. But I had this stuff on my mind. And I wanted to write it down before I fell asleep and forgot it all. It's something I've been thinking of coming up with for a long time. It's a bucket list. No, I'm not dying. But I want to keep track of what I accomplish and what I have yet to do. And if you want to help me out with any of these, please feel free. Be warned, I came up with a hundred. If you make it through the whole list, you are very special to me.

1. Drive across the US in a convertible.
2. Love and be loved in return.
3. Visit Canada.
4. Climb the stairs of the Eiffel Tower.
5. Sing a duet with Carrie Underwood.
6. Visit Australia.
7. Arrange for someone to continue updating my Twitter feed after my death.
8. Kiss a girl.
9. Survive the zombie apocalypse.
10. Get wicked good with a bow and arrow.
11. Own a house with a large front porch.
12. Win the lottery.
13. Own an arcade style Ms. Pac-Man video game.
14. Discover time travel.
15. Visit 1955.
16. Become a teacher.
17. Live in New York.
18. Write a song for a girl.
19. Hug a clown.
20. Watch every Star Wars movie (even the prequels) in one sitting.
21. Shake hands with the president.
22. Try on a suit of armor.
23. Figure out what the smoke monster from Lost really was. I posted about my findings here...
24. See the Aurora Borealis.
25. Have a front yard with a big freakin' willow tree.
26. Write a novel.
27. Have it published.
28. Watch every Harry Potter movie in a day.
29. Watch the sunrise from a hot air balloon.
30. Go to the prom.
31. Have a pen pal.
32. Visit London.
33. Fall asleep waiting for Santa.
34. Own a recliner.
35. Build a sandcastle.
36. Live in a home with a secret passage.
37. Live in a home with a library.
38. Read every book written by Stephen King.
39. Attend a game at every Major League ballpark.
40. Visit Ground Zero.
41. Set up an outdoor movie theater in my back yard.
42. Ride the Loch Ness Monster at Busch Gardens 20 consecutive times.
43. Run a 5k. I ran the Monument Ave. 10k in April of 2013. That counts, right?
44. Sing the National Anthem at a minor league baseball game.
45. Learn to play the piano.
46. Adopt a dog.
47. Fly in a helicopter.
48. Party in Vegas.
49. Create a life-size Chutes and Ladders game.
50. Visit Rome.
51. Go on a cruise.
52. Buy a tailored suit.
53. Receive a kiss under the mistletoe.
54. See Beauty and the Beast performed on stage.
55. Visit the Statue of Liberty.
56. Be invited to speak at a graduation ceremony.
57. Ride in a gondola.
58. Learn how to do a cartwheel.
59. Visit the Grand Canyon.
60. Get drunk.
61. Learn to play the ukulele.
62. Propose to a woman in epic fashion.
63. Go to Hawaii.
64. Build a blanket fort.
65. Be thrown a surprise birthday party.
66. Meet friends that I've only known through blogging.
67. Sing a song with my college choir again.
68. Tell my high school crush that I had a crush on her once upon a time.
69. Participate in a flash mob.
70. Go on a picnic with the woman I love.
71. See every movie on the American Film Institute's top 100 list.
72. Live in the Big Brother house for the summer.
73. Play and beat every main series Final Fantasy game.
74. Go on a date.
75. Watch the sun rise over the Atlantic and set over the Gulf of Mexico in the same day.
76. Ride a camel.
77. Sing Dream On at karaoke night. Proof.
78. Make a snow angel.
79. Visit Mexico.
80. Take a train to New York.
81. Watch an Olympic bobsled event in person.
82. Recreate the events of Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
83. Volunteer at a soup kitchen.
84. Meet Alison Brie.
85. Sing a baby to sleep.
86. Get out of debt.
87. Create a sitcom.
88. Spend a day watching animated Disney films.
89. Have a sandwich named after me.
90. Serenade a girl.
91. Eat at a pizza joint in New York City.
92. Eat a cheesesteak in Philadelphia.
93. Have more than 100 followers on my blog.
94. Survive 12/21/2012.
95. Have a secret admirer.
96. Catch a foul ball.
97. Visit DisneyWorld with my college friends.
98. Make a profound speech and then drop the microphone like a badass.
99. Watch an entire season of 24 in one day.
100. Host SNL.
101. Sing all the way through Barenaked Ladies' One Week on tempo without flubbing the lyrics.

I know I try to keep this blog as family friendly as possible. So I'm sorry for the colorful language on number 98. But I couldn't think of another word that would describe the way someone just drops the mic like they don't care.

As I cross things off the list, I'll make updates. Life from here on should be interesting as I try to do all this stuff. Wish me luck. And again, if you want to help with any of it, let me know!

Question of the Week: Contact

Do you enjoy sleeping in physical contact with your lover?

I should probably just answer this question with a "not applicable." Though, I imagine that I would only enjoy limited contact. I'm not a very touchy feely person when I'm awake. Also, I tend to get hot easily, so shared body heat would likely make it difficult for me to sleep comfortably. But really, who's to say? The right girl may come along and all of my preconceived notions about cuddling may go out the window.


*Question of the week comes from The Book of Questions by Gregory Stock, Ph.D

The Single Guy and the Separation Anxiety

As the school year came to a close, the Single Guy wasn't sure that he was looking forward to the end. Then, during the last chaotic week, he began to wonder if the last day would ever arrive. Now, it's come and gone.

The Single Guy woke up around 5am, as he usually does. This was not because his alarm was set to go off at that time. In fact, he refused to turn his alarm on before he went to sleep the night before. If he had the chance to sleep a little later than normal, he wanted to try. Unfortunately, his internal clock had other ideas. So he woke. And he moved around. He did the things he typically does in the morning to get ready for the day. Except there wasn't a whole lot to do.

So he decided to go to the school that he's been to every week day for the last few months. No, there wouldn't be any kids there. His clients wouldn't be around. But the teachers that he's come to consider friends would be.

The Single Guy had left some of his painting supplies in the Kindergarten classroom on the final day of school. He figured today would be as good a day as any to go by and pick them up. And while he was there, he had a good time sharing stories and even volunteering to help out with some of the work that teachers get bogged down in when summer officially begins.

After a few hours, the Single Guy began to feel hungry. He never planned to stay more than a few hours anyway, so he didn't bring a lunch. He wished everyone a good summer and left his school for the last time until the fall.

On the drive back to Radford, he got that feeling in the pit of his stomach. You know the feeling when you just know you're going to miss someone or something so bad that you're not sure what to do with yourself for a while? Maybe it isn't that dramatic, but the Single Guy knew he would miss these people that he'd worked so closely with. And, of course, he'd miss the Teacher.

In his mind, he knew he didn't have a shot with her. Not even a little bit. But the distance between the brain and the heart is a long one. He might need at least the weekend to get over her.

And in thinking about each of these folks, he has a difficult time thinking that he won't see any of them for three months. He can't help but wonder, do teachers typically go through this at the end of each school year?

The Single Guy and the Last Day of School

Seven simple words. String them together and throw in a question mark at the end for good measure. How hard could that be? "Would you like to have dinner sometime?"

But in the days leading up to the end of the school year, the Single Guy had a hard time making those words fall from his lips. He was constantly looking for the right moment to ask that simple question of the Teacher. Faced with a deadline, the Single Guy began wondering if the opportunity would ever present itself. When the last day of school arrived, he realized that he couldn't wait around for the opportunity to just appear and be seized at random. He would have to create the opportunity.

Creating an opportunity like this wasn't about scripting and plotting and arranging for things to be just right. This simply called for the Single Guy to be a little more assertive than usual. Honestly, it meant showing the ability to be just a little bit assertive, since assertiveness is not exactly one of the Single Guy's most overwhelming personality traits.

The day progressed as any normal final school day of the year should progress. In other words, it was kind of chaotic. During the previous day, the Single Guy was informed that it would be a dress-up day. The students would be encouraged to dress nice for the end of year awards assembly and the teachers were expected to look their best as well. Unlike his short career with the bank, the Single Guy has not been expected to wear a tie as a counselor. But he knew he could rock a tie when the occasion called for it. Maybe this "dress-up" situation would play to the Single Guy's favor.

At it would turn out, no amount of nice clothes would help the Single Guy out. He came close to asking the Teacher out at the end of the abbreviated school day. But just as the question was about to leave his mouth, the Teacher's aide walked back into the classroom. But it wasn't necessarily the end of the day for the Single Guy. He had some work to do, so he knew there would be another opportunity. He would simply wait for the end of the retirement party that the school's faculty and staff were putting on for one of their own.

As he waited, the Single Guy had a chance to talk to his fellow counselor. He had noticed this other counselor talking to the Teacher from time to time, so he thought that she might know more about the Teacher than the Single Guy did. And she did. After that conversation, the Single Guy discovered that the Teacher is unavailable.

The Single Guy was glad that he had not had the opportunity to put his foot in his mouth by asking the Teacher out. It could have led to some awkwardness. However, he does wish that he had discovered this information a few weeks ago, before he allowed himself to become so taken with her. He supposes that he'll get over her eventually. It will probably help that he won't likely see her for two and a half months.

The Single Guy and the Obstacle Course

The Single Guy doesn't just set out to find things to add to his Murtaugh List. Sometimes, these things just present themselves to him and they become unavoidable.

For the first time in about 20 years, the Single Guy experienced Field Day at school. It was a day filled with moving from activity to breath stealing activity. These fun times included relay races involving hula hoops and water balloons, kickball on the recently rained upon baseball field, arts and crafts, and finally, the ever impressive inflatable activities.

Children asked their teachers dozens (if not hundreds) of times throughout the day when they would finally get to visit the bouncy house. These over inflated attractions were arguably the hit of the day. And it's fairly obvious that these things get all the attention year after year.

So the Single Guy thought it would be fun to embrace his inner child. He saw the size of the inflated obstacle course and was a little taken aback. The thing was enormous. He had been under the impression that things like this tended to appear smaller as he got older. But that wasn't the case with this year's model. He wanted to play along, but he knew it would be a challenge.

And then the opportunity presented itself to run the obstacle course with the Teacher. The Single Guy strategically placed himself at the inflatable area at the same time as the Teacher and her class. She was challenged to an obstacle course race by one of the volunteer parents at the event. The Single Guy claimed that he would take on the winner.

Of course, he made that claim hoping against hope that the Teacher would emerge victorious against a slightly older volunteer parent. He played the odds and, in this case, won.

Winning would not be an option when he acted as challenger in the inflatable obstacle course. It wasn't that he didn't try to win. In fact, when the Teacher finally took the Single Guy up on the challenge of taking on the winner, he started out doing pretty well. Then he took a tumble over the first wall. Somehow, he fell off the course and landed on the ground. He didn't think it was possible, but he actually felt the grass beneath him.

Have you ever been cruel enough to flip a beetle over on its back? Have you laughed as its tiny insect legs flailed around as it attempted to right itself? The Single Guy now knows how it feels to be that beetle. Lying on his back, his legs were straight up in the air. He was disoriented. He nearly panicked when he discovered which way was up and realized that there was no easy hand hold to help him get back on course. He knew the race was already lost.

By the time he pulled himself back to his proper place, it was too late. He looked ahead and saw the Teacher was already at the top of the final wall, ready to take the final plunge down the long slide at the end. The Single Guy knew he had lost. But he was okay with that. His key loss led to some well placed self-deprecating humor which led to more than a few laughs on the Teacher's part.

The Single Guy might be willing to add inflatable obstacle courses to his Murtaugh List. But he's also willing to try anything on that list all over again. For the right reason. It was a good day.

Field Tripping

Remember being a kid and getting excited about field trips? For me, school was always so much more fun when there was a chance to go somewhere that was away from school.

Not that I didn't think that school itself was super fun. I was one of those weird kids who actually enjoyed school. Somewhat. And let me clarify... I enjoyed elementary school. High school brought with it a minefield of awkward social situations and stressful classwork. Life at Raleigh Court was a breeze compared to that.

I remember trips to the science museum and the transportation museum and the zoo and even the sewage treatment plant. Trips to downtown Roanoke meant lunch on the market or at the Roanoke Weiner Stand. I've found that, even as an adult, field trips are something to look forward to.

Working closely with a kindergarten class, I have had the opportunity to accompany the kids on two recent field trips. The first was a couple weeks ago. We visited a local greenhouse and nursery. I'm not what you'd call a botanist, so my interest in plants was somewhat lacking. But the kids had a great time. And they really enjoyed the entire afternoon spent at a public park.

Today brought a trip to the recycling center. The children got to hear about all the different things that recycled garbage can be used to create. They also got a chance to walk through the factory where recyclables are sorted and bundled before being shipped off to other locations to be remade. They had a blast.

After lunch, our guide had the children dress in costumes to act out a story/play about how important it is to properly dispose of our trash. For some reason, it was decided that I would become the star of the play. For the first half of the story, I played a simple old man who cleaned up after the local slobs who littered all over the town. The old man eventually grew tired of cleaning up after everyone and pleaded with Mother Nature to give him a hand. The old man (me) became a wizard who had the power to cause litter to go back and permanently stick to the people who threw it out. I was a big hit as the old man/wizard.

Not that I like to brag, but I was kind of a big deal.

After the lesson was learned, the kids were able to spend the rest of the day playing in a park again. Always a good way to kill time before the end of the school day.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, yes. Buses are just as uncomfortable now as they were 20 years ago.

The Single Guy and the Teacher

The Single Guy doesn't have a lot of opportunities to meet single ladies these days. Nor does he try. He spends a good 85% of his time feeling that it just isn't worth it. But then there's the other 15% of that time.

Working in a school has been an interesting transition for the Single Guy. He likes it a lot better than he thought he would. In fact, a few years ago, if someone had told him that he would be loving a job that saw him constantly in a classroom setting, he may have laughed. Loudly. Honestly, it may have been an uncontrollable kind of laughter. Now it doesn't seem so funny. Because he really does love the job.

And he's really grown to like the people he's working with. The teachers, the students, the school staff... they're all great. Some of the younger kids at the school look at the Single Guy like he's a rock star. He's obviously not a rock star, but it's nice that the students recognize the Single Guy's awesomeness. And he's really grown to consider a lot of the teachers to be friends.

One in particular.

Okay, the one in particular may not necessarily be a friend yet, but the Single Guy would certainly like to see a friendship grow there. This particular teacher, whom we'll refer to as the Teacher (original, right?), is someone who has really grown on the Single Guy. Side question: Did the Single Guy just use the words whom and who correctly in that last sentence?

Anyway, the Single Guy didn't plan to take notice of anyone he works with. That's never the plan. He views workplace relationships as complicated at best. But, aren't all relationships? It took time, and the Single Guy eventually took notice of the Teacher.

Through conversations, the Single Guy discovered a couple of small world connections. The Teacher went to college with the Single Guy's supervisor and graduated with a friend from the Single Guy's youth. Crazy, right? But until recently, there haven't been a whole lot of advancements in their conversations. The Single Guy viewed her as a friendly co-worker and nothing more.

And then there was a day when the Teacher was absent from school. The Single Guy realized he missed seeing her more than he probably should have. It was a strange feeling for him. Something he hadn't really felt in quite some time. Another time, he realized just how much he enjoys making her laugh. Her students tried to convince the Single Guy to sing for her on the playground one day. A little girl asked him to sing something with the Teacher's name. So he sang one line from a song as a play on her name. Laughter ensued.

A few days ago, he was exchanging banter with a couple other teachers in the school. One of them spouted off a random fact about how turtles breathe. Not to be outdone, the Single Guy said, "Did you know that a jellyfish's mouth is also its..." At that moment, he looked up and saw the Teacher standing in the doorway staring at him. Suddenly the Single Guy became slightly embarrassed at the thought of completing that sentence with the word "anus." Instead, he said, "...And on that note, I'm gonna go." This turned out to be a decent icebreaker.

Since then, conversations between the Single Guy and the Teacher have seemed easier. They've talked, they've laughed, it's been fun. And now, with only 4 and a half days left in the school year, the Single Guy has a very limited window of opportunity. And he's gonna seize it. The guy's a sucker for a ponytail and a nice smile.

Adventures in Moving

Well, it's been an interesting couple of weeks. I'm in a new apartment now. And let's share about how I got here.

Over the weekend I made the drive to Radford to pick up the key to the place from the girl that's subleasing for me. Or to me... I'm never really sure how this whole thing works. In our previous communications, she asked me if I would need the apartment furnished. Since I got rid of all my furniture from my previous place when I moved out, of course I said yes. Imagine my surprise when I pick up the key and she tells me that the good people in the office don't have any furniture to put into their furnished apartment.

It's a good thing I'm such a calm individual, because I really could have panicked. But I didn't panic. I went to the office to complain in a non-confrontational kind of way. But none of the official employees were around, since the office closes at 2 on Saturdays. I take that back, there was an official employee there, but she had no power. She was just a college kid who was there to answer phones and take messages. My message was never returned, BTW.

My next move was to call the Other Single Guy to see if he was free to help me again... for the second weekend in a row. Luckily, he was free on Sunday afternoon. He made the drive to Roanoke, where we got the bed right back out of storage, and took it to Radford. Luckily, that's all I really needed. I can get by without a desk or a dresser for a couple months. Sleeping on the floor for that long was really not an option.

In August, if the place for which I've actually signed the lease doesn't have furniture, heads will roll. Figuratively speaking, of course.

Now, let's talk about the roommate situation. I haven't met any yet. I know that seems weird. It feels weird. Thing is, schedules don't seem to coincide. I spent my first couple nights here and went to bed early. Tuesday morning I left my room for work and found a note waiting for me. It was addressed to "Person" and signed "Person Moving Out." At least he or she was nice enough to leave a phone number so that I could call or text to let them know if I needed them to leave their couch behind. I texted to let them know I would only be here for 2 months. The couch was entirely unimportant.

Yesterday, when I got home from work, I noticed that they had removed their TV and entertainment center from the living room (along with the loaf of bread I bought on Sunday). This morning I woke up and saw that someone had moved in a new entertainment center and a flat screen. Interesting.

I guess one person moved out and another moved right in. Somehow I've still managed to miss the new roommate as well. Ships in the night, my friends. Ships in the night.

Should be an interesting summer.

Question of the Week: Chirp

Or... Question of the Month...

Would you be willing to eat a bowl of live crickets for $40,000?

I don't know. I mean, I'm a pretty picky eater.

*Question of the week comes from The Book of Questions by Gregory Stock, Ph.D

99 Things

You know I'm always looking for blog post ideas that I can steal from others. So I was really happy when I came across this gem at Perfectly Imperfect yesterday. Thank you to Jennifer for posting it. And I really hope she doesn't mind my swiping it for my own personal gain. See, it's a list of things to do and the ones in bold are the ones I've actually done. Let's see how this goes...

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightening storm
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been a passenger on a motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Kissed a stranger at midnight on New Year’s Eve
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Got a tattoo
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee

So I'm 29 for 99. To be honest, there are more than a few on this list that I hope I never have to deal with. I could do without being fired from a job or bouncing a check. But there are even more on the list that I want to do: walk in Jerusalem, go to the top of the Eiffel Tower, become involved in a law suit... I mean, so many... What about you? Any on the list that you've managed to accomplish?

Get Busy Livin'

I've missed this. You know what I mean? These moments that I'm able to share with the three or four of you who still check this blog to see if I'm still alive and well.

I am, by the way. Alive. And... well... I guess I'm well enough.

Things are a little up in the air right now. I'm in between apartments, meaning I'm relying on the kindness of friends in order to have a roof over my head. I'm incredibly grateful for these friends. Words cannot express. I'll move into my new place on Sunday and I'm really excited to finally say that I'll be settled somewhere. At least on a semi-permanent basis. More about that another time.

Also up in the air, my finances. To say I'm broke would be an understatement. Moving from one apartment to another is an expensive business. Even if you don't have to rent a truck because you've managed to get rid of 90% of your worldly possessions. There's the new rent to consider, which, if you play it right, shouldn't be much worse than where you just left. And then there's the deposit. That usually turns into an unplanned expense.

But I'm not stressing out over money. I refuse to do something like that. Really, what's the point in stressing out over things? Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but just doesn't get you anywhere. The flip side of the whole being broke thing is that I love my job. I won't lie and say it's something I want to do until I inevitably cannot retire because social security will evaporate over the next 40 years. No, there are other career paths I may choose to explore in the future. But I love what I'm doing right here and now.

I get to work with kids who've kind of been dealt a bad hand. A lot of the time, they're doing the best they can with what they have. And when they're obviously not doing the best they can, I'm there to lend support however I'm able. I know I'm not perfect and I know I'm not working miracles in any of these kids' lives. But I feel like I'm able to make some kind of small difference. It's a good feeling.

So I haven't been keeping up with my blog the way I used to. A few years ago I pledged to post something every single day. It was a New Year's resolution back when I was still new to North Carolina. If you've been following that long, you'll know that was a long time ago. At least, it feels like a long time ago. And that whole every day posting idea was something I tried to adhere to until a few months back. Things get in the way. Blogging hasn't been much of a priority for me lately. It's kind of sad because I really do enjoy it.

I've always said that if I could do anything for a career, it would be writing. It's something I genuinely enjoy doing and I've been told I'm good at it. Of course, Mom also tells me she thinks I'm cool, whatever that means. The point is, I really have missed logging onto my weblog to post humorous anecdotes on a regular basis. I've just gotten busy living life outside of cyberspace.

I'm hoping that, soon, I'll be able (or willing) to make room for both. I'm in my new apartment this weekend. I'll be spending a lot less time on the road. This will lead to a lot more time to do other things that I'm interested in doing. Not that I don't like driving. But, as I've said before, 3 hours a day just seems a bit excessive.

I'll never promise a daily post. Not anymore. There's just too much happening in the world around me. If I don't stop and look at it every now and then, I'll miss it (thanks, Ferris). And then, after I take those moments to stop and look around, maybe I'll find something interesting to write about. Maybe it'll be something thought-provoking. Maybe it'll be something that will make you laugh. Maybe... just maybe... it'll be something that'll make you cry. It could happen.

Stay tuned. I'm sure it'll get interesting.