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***Thank you to the Bard for brainstorming with me and as always, to Moon who allowed me to steal her stolen idea.
I am sorry all, for my addictions. The list thing WILL wear thin.

1. On a mountain range, I would of course, do the echo thing.
2. On a set of porch steps, I would have my most honest conversations.
3. On a raft in a pool, I would still be drinking coffee.
4. On a skateboard, I would fall off.
5. On a tire swing, I would pretend it was a unicorn again.
6. On a cover of a novel, I will find my name.
7. On a kitchen counter, I will swing my feet.
8. On a jailbreak, I am too loud and caught.
9. On a riverbank, I would think of an old man and the stories he would have to share.
10. On a plate, I do not want to see bacon.
11. On a hunch, I am always right.
12. On a chilly day, I want to be outside.
13. On a game of SURVIVOR, I would place in the top three.
14. On a cloud, I would definitely hope my man-servant was there.
15. On a podium, I would give my acceptance speech for my Academy Award, for directing the movie based on my book.
16. ...Or my Grammy for writing Song of the Year.
17. ...Or my Noble Peace prize.
18. On a bus, I am the watcher.
19. On a fridge, I want to see pictures.
20. On a Trip through Favorites, I hope more people have added to KJB's The Never Ending Story Blog
21. On a rooftop....Ah..Who am I kidding...I would not go on a rooftop.
22. On a new CD, I hope to find hidden treasures.
23. On a doorstep, I want to find the front door open.
24. On a starless night, I would feel despair.
25. On a train, I am a stow-away.
26. On a long and winding road, I hope the leaves in the trees are orange.
27. On a bender, I am the loser home by 8 p.m.
28. On a wall, I still hope to not find spiders.
29. On a TV, I want to see Judging Amy.
30. On a picnic table, I would stomach hot dogs.
31. On a branch in a tree, I would close my eyes.
32. On a new street, I pause to get the feel of it.
33. On a cloudy day, I take more pictures.
34. On a baseball diamond at first base, I would ask the umpire how he was.
35. On a baseball diamond at third base, I would tell the coach I had new ideas for hand signals.
36. On a hot summer's day, I want to garden.
37. On a walk, I am up for going anywhere.
38. On a pogostick, I would fall off.
39. On a spot marked with X, I would sit on the X before I dug.
40. On a deadline, I wait until the last possible moment. I like pressure.
41. On a day out with Scott, I would show him when to step out of the shadows.
42. On a Broadway Stage, I would sing! And love it!
43. On a hardwood floor, I slide down the hallway in my sock-feet.
44. On a ladder, I would force myself to climb to the top, but then I would climb right back down. Fast.
45. On a late Saturday night, I wake my daughter up for goofy movies or Playstation.
46. On a webcam, I look like a Smurf.
47. On a bulletin board, I hope to find interesting to read.
48. On a toilet, I go to the washroom.....jeeze! What did you think I would say?!?
49. On a patch of grass in my backyard, I would do a cartwheel.
50. On a car ride, I hope there is someone entertaining with me, for when I am done entertaining them.
51. On a balcony, I am hoping I am not as high up as any rooftops.
52. On a couch with Brenda, I hope Will and Grace is on.
53. On a tangent, I hope people will be angry with me.
54. On a pool table, I am reaching across to sink balls with my hands because I so suck at pool.
55. On a cake, I hope to see jube-jubes, even though I do not like them.
56. On a winters day, I am cold.
57. On a child's face, I hope to find wonder.
58. On a grown-up's face, I hope to find contentment.
59. On a senior's face, I hope to find a job well done.
60. On a messenger window, forming a fake company, I learned I had a new solid friendship.
61. On a search, it is not always about what you are looking for.
62. On a camel, I think I would get bored fast of going slow.
63. On a PMS day, I am only nice when you do whatever I want. And I might change my mind a lot.
64. On a coat, I like zippers better than buttons.
65. On a golf course, I might like wearing those little vests women do. The gloves are pretty cool, too.
66. On a blanket, I hope to find a plaid print.
67. On a ferry boat, I am almost to Prince Edward Island.
68. On a good night, everything is good.
69. On a fantastic night, everything is fantastic.
70. On a Friday, I hope to see Jean.
71. On a big screen, I want to watch The Transporter again.
72. On a sidewalk, watching your feet can sometimes be fun.
73. On a kitchen table, I hope to find a game of Balderdash.
74. On a bench outside of A&P, I heard the best stories ever.
75. On a horse, I would pretend I was Joan of Arc.
76. On a shelf, I want to see books.
77. On a cat, I prefer stripes.
78. On a car hood, sitting, I hope the car has not ran in awhile.
79. On a hill, I would hope for strong wind.
80. On a floor, I hope to see it clean. It seldom is.
81. On a rainy day, I would wash my hair.
82. On a Saturday Night Live episode, I laugh hysterically through The Prince Show.
83. On a tractor, I would smell manure.
84. On a dance floor, I would look silly.
85. On a Christmas tree, I only want to see white lights.
86. On a stretch of ocean, I would think of that song by George Strait.
87. On a motorcycle...Yeah, I would fall off.
88. On a patch of ice, too.
89. On a bedside table, I have a gum wrapper.
90. On a leash, I would knock the walker on their feet.
91. On a trip of Route 66, I still sat and wrote in my journal.
92. On a trip of Route 66, I still had good conversations.
93. On a bar stool, there was still only one thing missing.
94. On a dose of Advil, my headache is cured.
95. On a dare, I would suck on that Lifesaver that came out of the pocket of the shirt that came from the vintage store(I did).
96. On a feeling my gut has, I will fight for what it says.
97. On a picture, I want to see passion.
98. On a piece of paper, I can create anything.
99. On a keyboard, I am finding I can, too.
100. On a whim, anything can happen.
101. On a Wednesday in June, I had nothing better to do then this list on the bus.



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