Your Pressing Questions Answered

What's this? Viewer MAIL???? Well, I shall do my best to answer the questions that you asked me:

Courtney asked:

So what DO you want to be when you grow up?

Well, I intend on getting a degree in Elementary Education (see, I bet you all think I'm even crazier now, don't you?) with the intention of teaching upper elementary. But I'm learning that I have to take more crappy generals, so I'm feeling a little deflated. Although, I basically am starting as a Junior, so if I could go full time, I'd be done in 2-2 1/2 years. Now I'm looking at a five year plan since I can only go half time. Unless one of you is independently wealthy and wants to hand me about $50 thousand to get me through the next five years. Any takers?

Jen asked:

I need to know: Have you always taken dance, or is this something that you just recently decided to do? Because I used to want to be a Fly Girl, and secretly I actually still DO want to be a Fly Girl, except that In Living Color isn't on anymore, and I don't have any professional training. BUT! I want to dance the Lyrical dance. I do! I DO! So spill it!

This is only my second year of taking dance. I took ballet for about a year when I was 5, but Muppet Babies was on at the same time as class, so I had to drop it. A girl's gotta have her priorities, don'tchyaknow. It's so fun and so challenging, so I wouldn't trade any of it for anything in the whole wide world. And if I can do it, anyone can do it. So, my dear, get thee to a dance studio in your town and find out if they offer adult classes. If they don't, then be like me and throw a temper tantrum until you get your way. They'll come around eventually.

Also, I totally wanted to be a Fly Girl too! This is just another reason why you are such a cool kid. :)

Finally, Baseball Mom asked:

Glad you had fun in our neck of the NW...sounds like you saw all the cool stuff! Have to know what you thought of Mt. St. Helens...it's still cool, but was REALLY cool right after the eruption.

I'm very sad to say that I lost out on the whole Mt. St. Helen's thing. Turns out CB and I were the only ones that were really interested in going there. GQ (The BIL) suggested the beach or Mt. Regnier instead. And I was all about going to the beach, so that's where we ended up going on that day. But I'm totally going back and THEN I will get to Mt. St. Helen's.

Now, if I would have been smart, I would have saved each one of these questions for their own individual post. But now that I'm done writing, I'm so not going to go a cuttin' and pastin'. So there you have it. Maybe I'll elaborate on these more throughout the week. Plus, I have to share my new music obsession--I'm learning to play the congas. It's slow, but not nearly as slow as it was to try guitar. In fact, I may be playing them at church on Sunday. We'll have to see how bad I suck it up at practice.

So ta ta for now. I'm at work and they just had a diesel bus in the shop. Which means that my office is wreaking of diesel fumes and I have a headache.

But ask more questions! I'm all about the viewer mail! ;)

Nope, still not dead

I haven't even looked at blogger since my birthday (what is that? Like almost three weeks ago?), and to tell you the truth, I didn't really miss it. In fact, when I tried to come here, I accidentally typed in "blooger" and was all "Holy crap, they've dismantled blogger!" until I remembered that I cannot spell to save my life. But now it's Sunday Monday morning (12:00 on the nose to be exact) and I am officially out of ideas for things to do. Why am I awake you ask? Well, I had a couple of little anxiety attacks (a new onset here on this other side of "mid-twenties") that kept me up until two in the morning last week, and evidently my body has decided that it doesn't need that much sleep anymore. So I go up to my bed, toss and turn for a couple of hours, then finally give up and come back down. Let me just say that there isn't a damn thing on once you get past 11 on Sunday night. I'm so bored I can't even bring myself to play interweb games. I feel like just screaming at myself "GO TO SLEEP STUPID GIRL!" but all the screaming would just wake me up even more. And here's the worst thing. . .sleeping pills don't even work. The hell? Normally I have to take sleeping pills at like 8 so I can be in bed by 8:30 and don't feel right unless I get to sleep in until noon. Now? Nothing. Methinks there's still a little bit of the panic-attack inducing worry plaguing my mind, and that's what's keeping me up, but I stll don't know how to stop it. Any clues?

In other news, here's what I've been up to:

Diva danced at a dancing competition the high school dance team held and I got to watch the passion for dance light up in her eyes. Good to know that she's really looking forward to dancing like the big girls.

Getting ridiculous amounts of compliments on the new hair. Had I known I looked so horrid before, I would have dyed it sooner (I kid, I know I didn't look that horrid. It's just a big change).

Dressing up in 50's garb and winning first prize in the costume contest at our church's annual Valentine's Banquet. I'll have pictures just as soon as we figure out how to get them off the hub's phone.

Buying my very first digital camera! Yay! I'm finally going to be one of the cool kids!

So, my camera should be here by next Friday. That means I'm throwing it in your court again. What kind of pictures would you like to see? I'll have to test the new camera out, and will need ideas for (G rated) pictures.