… stencil on my fridge in some crazy font, “Lunatic Fridge.”
But I probably never will, as it will not go with my decor.
However, if I ever get that bar fridge I’ve always wanted for my garage…
Anyway, feel free to post what you’ve always wanted to do.
I’ve always wanted to dye my hair bright blue but haven’t had the chance yet.
I have always wanted to milk a cow for some reason. 
I’ve always wanted to go hang gliding. Over mountains and cliffs or something beautiful like that.
I’ve always wanted to sing backing vocals for Elton John. Always. Since his first album.
Learn Russian. It sounds cool.
Trust me, it’s over-rated. It’s a little stinky, the position is vaguely uncomfortable, and there’s an unpleasant tactile issue: squishiness.
I’ve always wanted to:
–Sing a punk-rock version of Lou Reed’s “Pale Blue Eyes” on stage.
–Write a book-- but all the subjects I want to write about have dozens of books covering them already.
– Learn a martial art.
– Learn to sculpt.
and finally,
– Pet a polar bear. (One of these days, I plan to go up to northern Canada and pay to go out with researchers who are tagging and weighing bears, just so I can pet one without losing an arm.)
Well - not exactly what you are asking but…
I have always wanted to have a surprise party. Since I was a little kid I thought that would be the coolest thing. I have hinted and mentioned this to nearly everyone I know, but alas, I am nearly 43 and still have not had one. 
My son did that. Quite fetching, I must say.
My brother did that. And it WAS cool.
I want to shave my head.
…be a LUMBERJACK! Leaping from tree to tree as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia! The Fir! The Scots Pine! The Larch! And with my best girl by my side, I’d sing, sing, sing…
Ohhhh…I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok,
I sleep all night and I…
What? Somebody was gonna eventually, it might as well have been me.
Someday you’ll thank me.
Really.
…be a radio announcer, DJ, or something similar. I was in advanced drama in high school, but never got cast, and never followed it up in college. I got a lot of compliments on my speaking in church, and I used to cultivate a “radio voice.” As time went by, I let it go, and my voice started gettng kind of nasal.
But I still dream…
Go to the South Pacific and live on a tropical island.
[Lawrence]Two chicks at the same time.[/Lawrence]
Tear someone’s still-beating heart out of their chest and show them just how black it is.
…be a pilot. Seriously. Someday maybe I’ll get a pilot’s license, but that won’t be enough. I’ll have to keep on, and get a multi-engine rating, and a jet rating, and who knows where it’ll end…
But I can’t afford any of that right now.
… decorate my porch for Halloween as follows:
Create a huge spiderweb using clothesline. It’d fill one end of the porch, going from the porch level right by the door up to the ceiling at the far end of the porch. Get a huge (3’ across) spider of some kind to put up at the top of the spiderweb. Get one of those cheese lycra kiddie costumes and stuff it full of newspapers, then wrap it all up in clothesline and hang it from the web. Get a kiddie’s plastic candy-holding pumpkin and dump it out underneath the fake kid. Hire a little kid to hide back under the web and whimper… “help… please… get me outta here!” and give him a black string to use to make the wrapped costume twitch.
Or, skip the newspaper–just put the kid in the costume, wrap him up, and tie him to the web…
but that might get me talked about in certain circles…
I’ve always wanted to…buy a beat up classic car and restore it.
Oh, and thank you, Kilt-wearin’ man.
No, thank you, Petelin, I’d almost forgotten about my dreamcar…somewhere there’s a raven black 1969 Mustang Mach One waiting for me…