Baby Steps

So it begins.  I'm getting my head out of the clouds, my ass off the bench and jumping into the game, right wing preferably.  There was a slight change of plans and instead of Q's I found myself at Double Deuce in the Gaslamp Quarter, San Diego.  I dressed appropriately in some knee high brown boots and a jean skirt as the DD is a country western bar.  My boots made that sweet sound when hitting the wood floor during my line dancing routine.  Yee-haw!

Two Left Feet, Literally and Figuratively.

Before kindergarten I was wearing 2 left shoes in an attempt to straighten out my right foot.  I was the outcast kid with lice before the end of 1st grade.  Asking my mom to buy me unisex Nike shirts and mesh shorts continued beyond 5th.

While in 7th I spent over 5 hours with a brush stuck in my hair.  10th grade had me walking through the halls with paint covered jeans from working with the theater's art department.  I survived high school only to enter college looking like a 12 year old boy.

During my summer job at an amusement park I was picked up and shoved into a full trash can.  After graduation, I was convinced by my boyfriend to move across the country to the west coast only for him to dump me when I was 40 miles outside of Las Vegas.  And during a large portion of this time I was a closeted hardcore Backstreet Boys fan.  What does all this add up to?  One incredibly awkward girl.