I have been promising myself and everyone else I know that I would start blogging. Seeing as I have been completely unsuccessful at journaling, chances of blogging consistently are slim, but it's worth a shot.
So to start out, I thought I would tell you a little about what a brave and daring chica I am. For example...
Do you see those girls trembling behind me? But I was fearless. I also got rid of the scorpion we found in our cabin, went on a tarantula hunt, and held a poison dart frog (the kind coated with poison 200 times more powerful than morphine). I thought I was pretty cool. I usually make it a point to show how brave I am by being the first to take a dare, the first to try crazy foods (chicken heart, guinea pig, strange blue mush that was sitting at our door, etc), or the first to jump off high precipices into icy water. This might not seem that impressive to some, but coming from a family with 6 girls, some of these things are a pretty big deal! (Ok so my sisters are pretty daring too...) But here's my confession, as brave as I think I am, I practically cried through the entire movie When a Stranger Calls, while on a date to the movie King Kong, I was curled up in fetal position in my seat for at least a third of the film, I still get squeemish when I think of getting my blood drawn, and I am completely terrified of mold.
What am I trying to say? I'm a work in progress. If I pretend I'm the bravest person I know, but moldy bread gives me the shudders, I clearly haven't figured myself out yet. So, if one day I write one thing on this blog and the next I write the complete opposite, forgive me because I don't know what political party I belong to, I have a love/hate relationship with sports, my taste in music has no rhyme or reason to it, and nearly every opinion I've ever had has changed and probably will again. You've been warned. :) Enjoy!