Tuesday, April 21

Prompts 5-8: I do what I want.


Well... okay. Here:

FINALS ARE DONE.
Sooo, I figured I'd do a bit of writing. :) And then I hit a bit of a roadblock.

Post 5: How do you get your kids to try new foods?

I'll just cut to the chase, I don't have kids. 0_o

Post 6: Where would you go on your perfect dream vacation?

Scotland. (Sorry, I don't feel like writing an entire post about this. I'd like to bike around Scotland and do some family history. See some castles. Life is good.)

Post 7: Write a post inspired by this word: Marriage.

I feel like there have been several previous posts and likely will be several future posts about this subject, so rest assured, you'll get your fill in the next few months. ;)

Post 8: What is the most memorable gift you have ever received?

This is a little more interesting. Got me thinking. What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you think about gifts? 

I think of my American Girl Doll. 0_o Did any of you do American Girl? My favorite was Molly. ^_^ Mostly because she had glasses and I loved that. I'm not sure why...

Also, in the books, she desperately wants her hair to curl for a performance and her sister does these cool pin curls but then she gets sick because she's going around with her hair wet and she has to miss the performance anyways.

But while she's home sick and everyone is at the thing, her dad comes home from the war and she's the first who gets to see him. ^_^

I just love her haha, even now as I think about it. Strange, huh?

Anyways, finals are done so I'm on this kind of post-traumatic high. Life feels good! I'm taking my last class next term, hopefully finishing my thesis, taking yoga, and living the good 'ol planning-my-wedding life for the next two months.

In other news, I'm finally going to use the large pinterest board of mac and cheese recipes I've accumulated and make a new kind of mac and cheese every week. I'll report on how they go here. :)
Last Saturday was avocado mac and cheese. Pretty much guacamole mixed with the good stuff. It was freakin amazing. Even Leslie (who looked worriedly at it when I offered some) gave it a try and had two bowls. Lime and cilantro just love cheese, I guess. :)




Sunday, April 5

Prompt 4: Coveted Skills


What is the one thing you wish you knew how to do?

That's tough. One thing. 

I feel like every day I can come up with another new thing I wish I knew how to do.

Actually, that's probably more along the lines of coming up with things I know how to do and wish I knew how to make myself do more of. (See Prompt 1).

I wish I knew how to dance.

I remember at the end of my freshman year, I tried out for Color Guard. I hadn't the slightest idea what color guard was. I didn't know it involved the marching band. I didn't know we waved flags around the field. I didn't know that I'd get a beautiful collection of sunburn freckles, awkward tan-lines, and busted nerves in my hands, nor that my social life would be dominated by this "marching band" lifestyle that I would come to adopt and love for the duration of high school. 

Color guard was good to me. It gave me some of the closest friends I have, and the best memories. 

I remember after I tried out and made the team, I was "kidnapped" one night and driven blindfolded to a big slumber party with all the other members. We ate a lot of junk, I got to hear about all the marching band drama and gossip, I got to spend time with some of my good friends, and to end the night, we watched "Step Up."

Source
Seriously ruined my life. I knew essentially nothing about dance. I hadn't really been exposed to much dance beyond the few things I picked up when performing in school musicals and doing choreography for choir numbers. But this was something different. I guess it seemed really powerful to me - how much expression could come from someone's body, how they could blend themselves with music - something I dearly loved.

Since then, I've had some opportunities to dance. Color guard gave me some dance experience. I took a few dance classes in college, but they were always difficult to manage around classes. I realized that it wasn't something I could become really good at or give adequate attention to while working part time, having a full schedule at school, and trying to do a thesis. 

So I did the hard (but probably smart) thing and put it away... or more accurately, on a backburner. 

Because this burning, secret, angsty desire to be a dancer has always festered inside of me. I feel like I'm past the point I can try to pick it up - that I'm going to get married and start a normal life with a family and career and stuff. 

But that isn't stopping me from signing up for a class this spring, haha.

Has this happened to anyone else? Am I just strange? :)