I participated. I picked answer #1 on all the questions.

If you want to join in, here’s the deal. I’ll post every week (or, um, week and a half) (who knows which day?), and you can join in in the comments, or send me a link to your post on your blog, and I’ll link back to it. Here’s what we’re posting:

Positives:
Something healthy you’ve done for yourself this week, food-wise
How many days you exercised this week, and you can detail what you did for exercise if you wish
Any bonus healthy things you did for yourself
How much you lost this week (If you gained, you can include that in the negatives section, unless your goal is to gain weight)

Neutral:
Current weight (if you wish to share it)
Goal weight (if you wish to share it)
Number of pounds you’d like to lose or gain

Negatives:
How much you gained this week.
Something bad you did to your body this week. Only list one thing, let’s not focus on the negatives.

Something you want to improve for next week (besides weight):

Okay, here’s mine for this week.

Positives:
I made salmon twice this week–grilled with Old Bay, Frank’s Red Hot Sauce, and salt. And I ate salad twice.
I walked for 40 minutes four days, 30 minutes 2 days, 15 minutes 1 day, 50 minutes 1 day. Also whitewater rafted for three hours last Saturday.
Bonus healthy: Avoided gluten, juiced once.
Lost 0.0 pounds. Also gained 0.0 pounds.

Neutral:
Current weight: 156.7
Goal weight: 120.
I would like to lose 36.7 pounds and look like I did in my t-shirt babe pictures.

Negatives:
Ate a large order of McDonald’s french fries at the mall Saturday.

Something I want to improve for next week:
I want to juice at least four times. I notice something in my face after I juice. My face looks less puffy, and one of my chins gets smaller. It’s nice and makes me think I’m doing something right.
I also want to walk 7 days. That’s not really necessary for my exercise plan, but Rowdi needs to walk every day.

Ever since Frank drew this comic, his first in at least a year, every time I look at it, I crack up. It’s my eyes in the last few panes that just slays me.

Saturday evening, we went whitewater rafting on the Lower South Fork of the Payette River. First, let me give you some advice if you’re ever going whitewater rafting on a hot August day: go in the evening. It was beautiful on the river. The water was cold, but not too cold because of the time of day, there was a nice warm breeze between rapids, and the sun hid behind the mountains most of the time, so no sunburn.

We went with Cascade Raft and Kayak again. Last summer when we went, we did a full day, where most of the day is spent lazily floating the river with rapids spread out throughout the day, they feed you lunch, and you have a lot of time to sit and look at the scenery. That was fun. This time we did the half-day trip, which is three hours, and most of that is spent in rapids. I can only remember two or three spots where we had a lot of time for conversation and checking out the scenery.

We went with Laura (aka Elle) and her husband Jesse. The drive on the bus from Cascade was fun, because once we made the turn at Banks (a turn I missed, once upon a time, and will never miss again), we could see the whitewater we would soon be navigating. And, uhm, it was really white. Also funny, because there was a group of ten Asians going on this trip, and we all got up to look at the whitewater, and while my eyes were going huge with the knowledge of my impending doom, I suddenly heard a LOT of very high-pitched oohs, ahs, and things I didn’t understand. The Asians were very excited and also could not believe they were about to do something so intense. They were cute, because the guys were even louder with the scared noises than the girls.

We parked and got the big safety talk. What to do in a number of situations–it’s one of those talks that makes you want to crawl under the bus and cry for mommy. During the talk we learned that our safety kayaker (the kayak that stays with the rafts to help people who’ve gone overboard) was a guy named Andrew. I say guy, but what I mean is kid. He looked twelve. We later learned that he’s sixteen and an expert kayaker and can be your bestest friend if you’re the man overboard. A little scary to know that your life could very well be held in the hands of someone who can’t even buy cigarettes yet, but we watched him do his thing, and he knew what he was doing.

The four of us got our life jackets, helmets (!!!), and paddles, and then we got a guide and raft to ourselves, which was cool. We were the first raft to put in. The water was coooooold on our feet when we walked the raft in, and Kevin was like, “Don’t be shy, you’ll be getting a lot more than your feet wet.”

We had one or two Class II rapids first, if I recall correctly, and then we did the Class III Bronco Billy.

We’re making great faces in this picture.

I think between Bronco Billy and our next big rapid, Staircase, was when I did something I will never tell our theoretical children about. I rode the bull. It’s not kinky like it sounds. I got up on the front of the raft, threw my legs over the front, and held on for dear life while we went through a rapid. I think Class II, but maybe Class I. I held onto a carabiner (attached to the front by our guide, Kevin) and one of the ropes on the side of the boat. It was exhilarating and scary and had me in scream-giggles until I snarfed water. Even after that, it was fun fun fun. Sadly, no pictures of this event are available.

Our next big rapid was the Class IV Staircase, the signature rapid for the Lower South Fork of the Payette River. It’s a third of a mile long, and avid rafters from all over the states have either traveled to do this rapid or heard of the rapid at one time or another. And it lives up to the hype. When we saw it, before we were in it, Elle and I gave each other looks that said everything from, “Oh, crap. We’re all gonna die,” to “Who’s gonna take care of my cats when I’m gone?”

I love this picture of Frank and Jesse. I don’t know what happened to Elle, but you can see my paddle and my helmet there behind Jesse. Kevin’s gone, too.

I love this next picture for one reason: Seeing Frank take a wall of water right in the face.

Staircase was so. much. fun. When we were done, we had a big hi-paddle-five, whooped, hollered, all that. It was AWESOME.

After Staircase, we did Fake Slalom, which I think is a Class II or III–I think II, and then Slalom, which is a Class III or IV, I can’t remember which–I think IV. It has two big drops, and the rest is easy. But the drops are insane, and Jesse and I almost flew out of the raft at the same time, and I was grabbing for the rope across the middle of the raft. It’s crazy when you feel your butt come several inches off the raft, and your whole body starts to lurch. If you don’t have your feet set right and one wedged in the raft, you’re going for a swim. We all managed to stay in the raft.

One of us got caught on film not paddling! Shame shame!

Again with the faces. Elle’s kills me. She’s just so happy to be there, not working. Haha. And Frank is so determined to beat that rapid into submission. Either that, or he’s reaaaaally concentrating, looking for Aquaman.

We had one more rapid, right at the end where the South Fork meets the North Fork. The water is about twenty-five degrees warmer where they meet, and as soon as you go into the rapid, you feel like your feet are in a warm bath. This is where Elle decided she would ride the not-kinky bull. She enjoyed it, but instead of snarfing water like I did, she got slammed back into the boat by a rather rowdy wave. The guys were no-shows on the bull riding, because they’re sissies. ;-)

We had a great time. I’m in love with whitewater rafting and can’t wait to do it again when my sister’s here next week!

Rachel Lucas on her trip to Auschwitz-Birkenau.

Part 1.

The dentist had sent the mask I’d used for the nitrous with me since I was coming back two days later, so I brought that when I came back for my root canal. I was upbeat, not worried at all about the procedure, because most people I’d talked to had said that it wasn’t a big deal. Which reminds me–making mental note to banish several friends.

The doc got started on me right away. When he had given me the nitrous on Tuesday, I had felt it within a few seconds from my head to my toes. This time when he got me started on it, I didn’t feel anything. I told him I didn’t feel disconnected from my body, so he turned it up, and it took several minutes before my toes started feeling funny. If you’ve ever had the pleasure of nitrous oxide, you know that when your toes feel far away from you and your body feels like it’s morphed into a sack of bricks, you’re good to go. The feeling from the nitrous wasn’t nearly as strong as it had been on Tuesday, which was a big ol’ bummer for a girl with dentaphobia. Okay, I know that probably means something like “fear of teeth” but you know what? Teeth make you go to the dentist, so maybe I have that too.

I got as relaxed as the funny gas would make me, though not relaxed enough, in my opinion, because I just didn’t feel giggly, and giggly means kinda drunk, and kinda drunk means maybe I won’t remember this root canal when it’s all over. I’ll just get up from the dentist’s chair, give the nice ladies at the front of the office some money, stumble downstairs to my desk at work, and ask my coworkers how I got there.

The doc tried to numb my mouth, top and bottom, and just for good measure, he gave me two shots on the top, which I thought was a little strange, since my root canal would be done on the bottom. He put that horrible bite plate in my mouth to keep it open, the bite plate that will be the subject of all my nightmares for the rest of my life. He started drilling, and I settled myself in, thinking about how I could make a billion dollars easily if I could patent a design for a dentist’s drill that doesn’t sound like a dentist’s drill. There’s something about hearing that high-pitched squeal coming at your face that makes you feel like you’re in the chair of Orin Scrivello, DDS. Not a good place to be.

While I was making plans for my new invention–a dentist’s drill that sounds like lollipops frolicking with kittens on a river bank at Christmas–I suddenly heard something terrifying. The doc had his iPod playing on speakers near my head, and the music changed to a sinister, bone-chilling tune.

“Wha id dis howwibah nyusic?”

He didn’t even have to consult his gibberish-to-English dictionary; he knew what I was asking. “This?” I can’t overstate the amount of excitement in his voice. He might have peed his pants, he was so happy to tell me what’s on his iPod. “It’s Rick Astley! Gotta have my Rick Astley on there!”

“I’b beeg wickwolled id da dendis chaiw?”

The dentist worked a little while longer, and then his assistant used the dryer on my teeth. I thought, Wow! Other than the Rickrolling, root canals aren’t bad at all! After a few more minutes, they didn’t sit me up but instead asked if I was still comfortable. Yes, I was, and they were glad, because they were getting ready to start the root canal.

Say what?

“Um, what’s that you just did to me?” I had better control now that the bite plate was the only thing in my mouth.

“Oh, I filled two more of your cavities. Since your insurance is running out, we want to get as much done today as we can. We’ll still have one more tooth to fill and the other half of your cleaning after this, but you can wait a couple of weeks for that.” My mental note corrected the time period to a couple of years.

To be concluded…

Well, I was going to wait until my newest blogdaughter had a week of posts going before I told y’all about her, but… well, I’m excited. I haven’t had a new blogchild in a long time (at least not any that I know about), and I’ve neglected all of my blogchildren for many moons now… so I’m just gonna go ahead and tell y’all about Ann. (Aside–I am going to try to be better to all my blogchildren, and I’m going to try to start reading my blogroll again. Promise. Oh, also? I’m really going to make an effort to blog at least once everyday. It’s a goal.)

I know Ann in real life, not just virtually, and I like her okay. Just kidding, I like her very much. She’s spiritual and kind and witty and a ton of fun. I’ve gotten to know her a little better while I’m helping set up her blog, and I’m really glad about that.

Okay, so… what to tell you? Ann is an artist. I’ve seen her sketches and her first watercolor, and she’s so talented. One of the goals of her blog is to help her grow more as an artist, and I’m hoping we get to see some of her pieces through her blog. Well, I’m hoping y’all do. I already get to, so nyah. Ann is a writer, suffering writer’s block, and she’s going to make herself write. Word up from the writer’s corner. And she’s 50 and trying to get healthy. (She should play along in the We Can Wiirk It Out club.)

She has a wicked cool blog name (maybe I’m biased because I helped her come up with it, but I’d still think it’s cool).

Alright, enough ado. Go see Ann at ANNalogue. Say hi and welcome her to the blogosphere!

We’re leaving to go whitewater rafting. We did it last year, but this time we’re doing Class III & Class IV rapids. I have to say, I’m a little nervous! Risk of death and all that. I’m glad my mom doesn’t check the interwebz on weekends, so she won’t know I was nervous about it until after we’re all safe and sound on dry land again.

Anyway, I’ll leave you with a link to Vodkapundit’s Week in Blogs. I may have made the list. :-)

I’m starting it up again. If you want to join in, here’s the deal. I’ll post every week (who knows which day?), and you can join in in the comments, or send me a link to your post on your blog, and I’ll link back to it. Here’s what I’m thinking we’ll post about:

Positives:
Something healthy you’ve done for yourself this week, food-wise
How many days you exercised this week, and you can detail what you did for exercise if you wish
Any bonus healthy things you did for yourself
How much you lost this week (If you gained, you can include that in the negatives section, unless your goal is to gain weight)

Neutral:
Current weight (if you wish to share it)
Goal weight (if you wish to share it)
Number of pounds you’d like to lose or gain

Negatives:
How much you gained this week.
Something bad you did to your body this week. Only list one thing, let’s not focus on the negatives.

Something you want to improve for next week (besides weight):

Okay, I’ll start.

Positives:
I juiced veggies twice this week.
I walked for an hour Friday and Monday, half an hour Tuesday, and an hour today. So 4 days walking.
Bonus healthy: I avoided gluten. ;-)
I don’t know how much I lost this week, because today was my first weigh-in in three months. But I’ve lost 2.6 pounds in the last three months. With moving (and all the pizza and fast food we ate during the move) and changing careers, I call that a WIN.

Neutral:
Current weight: 156.7
Goal weight: 120.
I would like to lose 36.7 pounds and look like I did in my t-shirt babe pictures.

Negatives:
I baked with Crisco, ate the petits fours, and continue to eat the cake scraps.

Something I want to improve for next week:
I want to juice at least four times. I notice something in my face after I juice. My face looks less puffy, and one of my chins gets smaller. It’s nice and makes me think I’m doing something right.
I also want to walk 7 days. That’s not really necessary for my exercise plan, but Rowdi needs to walk every day.

I haven’t made petits fours in at least five years–I’ve been involved with hardly any wedding or baby showers since then until the last two weeks and hadn’t been in a baking mood–and I’ve certainly never made them gluten-free. I’ve only ever made the Southern Living recipe for petits fours, so when I decided to try making gluten-free petits fours for a baby shower this past weekend, I just went back to that. I was lost on the question of how to adapt a white-flour, non-gravy, non-fried-food recipe to use gluten-free flour instead, and frankly, I’m a little lazy and haven’t researched what works best, so I decided to try it with Pamela’s baking mix and see if it was remotely close.

Elle was throwing the baby shower, and the mom-to-be had asked for something gluten-free, having had Pamela’s wonderful gluten-free chocolate chunk cookies at Elle’s wedding shower (also, Elle’s just nice and wants me to be able to eat). We went to Caldwell and looked for something at Cliff’s Country Market, which has a big selection of gluten-free items, including a lot of baked yummies in the freezer. We didn’t see what we were looking for (though I did take the opportunity to pick up a few things), so I started thinking that maybe, just maybe, I would give petits fours a shot.

I told Elle I would try to make them, and on Thursday I ordered a new beater for my Kitchenaid (you can’t leave those burnished beaters soaking, or the coating starts to come off in your batters thereafter). I told Elle the same day that I wasn’t sure if they’d come out, and I basically told her to have a backup plan ready. I figured they had a twenty-five percent chance of survival.

Well. They survived.

You may have noticed from the terrible picture (my kitchen lighting sucks, I have no kitchen windows, and I haven’t yet bought the flash for my camera) that my petits fours aren’t perfect little squares like you would see in the Southern Living book (I have the older version of that book). Yeah, well. I’m an amateur, and I kinda like how they’re all different sizes. They’re supposed to be individual cakes, so why should they conform? Also, mine aren’t always even, as you see. That’s because I’d rather have a slanted cake than no cake at all.

Okay, I’ll stop talking and give you the recipe.

I measure out the first 6 ingredients before I ever get started:

1 cup shortening (it hurt to use Crisco for the first time in three years, but it tasted so good)
2 cups sugar
3 cups Pamela’s baking and pancake mix (one day I’ll learn to mix them myself, but for now, this works)
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup ice water

Beat shortening at medium speed until fluffy; gradually add 2 cups sugar, still beating.
Combine baking mix, baking powder, and salt while the shortening and sugar are beating; add to shortening mixture alternately with ice water, beginning and ending with the flour. Mix at low speed after each addition just until blended. After your last flour addition, dump the batter into a giant bowl.

1 1/2 tsp clear imitation butter flavor (I only had yellow–it does not matter)
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
3/4 tsp almond extract

Add the three flavorings to the batter, mix in well. Wash your mixer bowl. Taste the batter. Thank the Lord that anything so tasty exists.

4 egg whites
1/2 tsp cream of tartar

Beat egg whites and cream of tartar at high speed until stiff peaks form (I actually used my wire whip instead of the beater for this part). This takes a few minutes. If you’re not sure if your egg whites are stiff, they’re probably not. Gently fold one-third of the beaten egg whites into the batter, then fold in the remaining egg whites. Pour batter into two greased and floured 8-inch square pans. I always forget to flour them. You can use either rice flour or the baking mix–I used the baking mix.

Bake the cakes at 325 degrees for 40 to 43 minutes. The first batch, I went with 40; second batch, I baked for 40 and kept them in the turned-off oven for five more; the third batch, I baked for 43. They all came out pretty much the same. Just insert a toothpick in the center of each cake and make sure it comes out clean.

While the cakes are baking, sift ten cups of powdered sugar.

Cool cakes completely in pans on wire racks. (The first batch, I made the mistake of taking them out of the pans after ten minutes, and that doesn’t work so well in GF baking.) When the cakes are completely cool, remove them from the pans to the wire racks (this is a delicate process, be careful). Freeze cakes on the wire racks until firm.

Trim crusts from all surfaces, making sure the tops of the cakes are flat. Or do the best you can, because you can always cut a little here and there from each cake if you have to. Or you can have little slanted cakes like me! Oh, I sometimes flip the cakes and trim the bottom crust, and I sometimes don’t. That bottom crust just tastes heavenly, so I like to have it–but the picture in the SL book shows it without the bottom crust, so let’s call it baker’s choice. I find that my Pampered Chef bread knife works best for trimming the crusts and cutting the cake.

Cut each cake into 16 squares and brush away the loose crumbs. You can use a ruler for this, or you can do what I do, which is cut down the center, then cut each half down the center, then turn the cake and do the same thing. Place cake squares 2 inches apart on wire racks. Make sure you put the racks over cookie sheets (the kind with sides–I seem to have none of those anymore, so I used the bottom of my broiler pan), and do not try using just paper towels on top of your ceramic stove, because that would be bad and cause a giant candy mess all over the stove that is very hard to clean up. Not that I would know or anything.

10 cups sifted powdered sugar
1 cup water
3 Tbsp light corn syrup
1 tsp vanilla or almond extract (I use almond, because I love the flavor hard. I’ve also used peppermint extract in the past, and those are yummy too.)

Combine powdered sugar and next three ingredients in a large saucepan; warm over low heat, stirring constantly (I whisk) until smooth. Quickly spoon warm icing over the cake squares, completely covering the tops and sides. This takes a while, and your shoulder may hurt. Apply Tiger Balm and move on. To the shoulder, not the cakes.

Scrape/spoon up all the excess icing that fell through the wire racks and into your cookie sheet. Put it back in the pan and reheat until smooth. If necessary, add water to maintain the icing’s original consistency–I wish I’d seen this little instruction, because my icing just kept getting thicker. Continue pouring and reheating icing until all cakes have been iced twice. Let icing dry completely.

You can decorate these with frosting, or you can just throw little ornaments on top like I did. OR you can leave them plain, which I have done in the past. Instead of using decorator frosting, I decided to color the icing a pale baby pink. Except that I used a tad much food coloring (ya think?!) and turned them Pepto. It worked out anyway, because they matched the decorations, but next time I’ll either leave them white and throw on the ornaments or use a wee smidge of paste food coloring instead of four wee smidges.

This is supposed to make 32 petits fours, but I was only able to get about 24 out of each batch. Because in each batch, one of the cakes would fall out in the middle when I removed it from the pan. It was a different pan each time, so I don’t know if it’s because my oven is tiny, or maybe it bakes unevenly, I don’t know. All I know is that I have never been able to get 32 by making only one batch of this recipe, even when I made it with gluten.

The baby cakes were a huge hit at the shower, at home, and in my belly.

I went to the dentist two weeks ago.

Have I ever told y’all about my intense tooth-doctor fear? Oh yes. I am the world’s biggest baby at the dentist, and there is no binkie big enough to calm me down. Well, maybe if you dip it in whiskey like a good mom. Okay, fine, just give me the bottle, and maybe I’ll make it through.

Maybe.

I went in for a cleaning and to be chided for never flossing, and that appointment lasted three hours. Let me repeat, in case you missed it: I cannot deal with going to the dentist, and I was there for three hours, and that was the first of oh, about four appointments. I nearly weep just thinking about it.

I am not ashamed to tell you that I had not been to the dentist in four years, and the only reason I went now is because Frank made me. No, really. He went to them Monday for a cleaning, because our dental insurance was running out at the end of the week, and we might as well take advantage in the very last week of coverage. While he was there, he had lots of time for telling the dental staff about my cowardice, because the power went out in the entire building (I can vouch, because I worked in the same building). So Frank’s mouth was numbed up (they went ahead and did his filling while he was there since the insurance was running out), and the power was out, and they couldn’t do anything with his mouth, so they went and got him Starbucks coffee (he sent me a cellphone picture), and he asked them if they could get me in that week. Unacceptable behavior, yes, and he is sleeping in Rowdi’s dog crate forevermore. So they called me to make an appointment. As my bad luck would have it, I was able to get in the next day.

I have the most sensitive teeth in the Pacific Northwest and possibly all of the United States, and that is no exaggeration. The hygienist was only able to make it through the first half of my cleaning. And while she was scraping tartar and I was feeling every scrape and cringing in pain, she was saying, “I’m still on the tartar, so you shouldn’t feel that.” Um, yeah, well I do.

Oh, but let me back up. I haven’t had x-rays in four years, so it was clearly time. The x-rays themselves took close to an hour due to my shiny, strong gag reflex; at least we know it works, right? And the hygienist didn’t think to numb the back of my throat until halfway through. So there was a lot of gagging. And pain.

As I said, the hygienist got through the first half of my cleaning, and then it was time for me to see the dentist. I moved over to his chair and got to listen to her tell the doctor that my teeth are very sensitive. “I think some of it is the anticipation, but some of it is sensitivity.” Um, I’m right here. You should at least wait until I’m gone before you start telling the doctor that it’s all in my head.

He looked over all my x-rays and was concerned about two of my teeth, which looked like they had infections under the teeth. He put some dry ice or something on the tip of several teeth, one at a time, with the direction that I signal him when I could feel the cold. Well, considering that my teeth are incredibly sensitive to cold, most of the time he didn’t even have the cold on my tooth for more than a second before I was yelling at him, or signaling, you really couldn’t tell much difference between the two. When he touched the cold hell to one of the possibly infected teeth, I told him in certain terms and motions that I could feel that. And then he touched the other tooth. And touched it. And touched it. And finally said, “You can’t feel that?” “Nope.” So he tried again for a while and then sighed. “That’s not good.” “What? What does it mean?” “That tooth is dead.”

It’s a little disconcerting to hear the doctor say that your tooth is dead. A part of you has died, literally, and it is never coming back. It made me feel old and mortal and cling to my vampire stories a little more closely. I’m currently looking into being vamped and considering, for the first time ever, zombiehood.

After telling me my tooth is dead, the dentist told me about the rest of my teeth. Two cavities on the top, one on the bottom, two additional gumline cavities on the bottom, and one tooth requiring a root canal. And then he said, “So we need to do a little work, but everything looks good, you have great teeth!” Um, dude, you just told me I need five fillings and a root canal, and I have great teeth? I guess since most of them still do their primary job of chewing food, he wanted to accentuate the positive.

Since I was already there, and he had time, and I was on my last week of insurance, he went ahead and filled two cavities right then. The nitrous made me giggle, I didn’t have much pain the rest of the day, and I was okay. But my root canal was scheduled for two days later on Thursday.

To be continued…

I’ll be here:

wearing this:

mourning this news:

and writing nasty letters to this:

These are two of my favorite pictures from when we went to Yellowstone at the beginning of June. I’d just gotten my new D-SLR, so naturally I came home with hundreds of pics. Ok, I would have come home with hundreds anyway.

I can’t wait to go back.

While you wait for my loooong post about dentists and root canals, you can read this FB meme. I know you feel fulfilled. Please, join in and do your own in the comments (copy and paste, please).

RULES:
1. Put your iTunes, iPod, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN, NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Tag whoever you want including me.
5. Have fun - you will be surprised at how it works sometimes.

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
After An Afternoon [WHAT, SarahK? An Afternoon where? Need more details.]

WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
When You Come Back Down

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Dress Down [True, Siobhan. True.]

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Do Your Thing [Well said, *NSYNC.]

WHAT’S YOUR MOTTO
Tied Down [Hahaha.]

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Across the Universe [is where her brain is half the time?]

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Yellow Brick Road [They want me to come home?]

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Main Title [YES! The main title of my novel. Working title is AWESOME. Right, tracey?]

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR FIRST KISS?
It’s Gonna Be Love [oh, haha, one of my FB friends was my first kiss.]

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Do You Realize [how cuh-razy you are?]

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Where Do We Go From Here

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Something To Sing About [Deep, man.]

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE/LOVE?
Geek in the Pink [hahahaha]

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Polkarama! [EXCELLENT! But dang! I’m not having any more weddings! I’ve reached my limit!]

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
White America [Look how many hugs I get!]

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Politik [Heh. One of them, yes.]

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Tremble for My Beloved [Sounds like I’m scared of the geek in the pink.]

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Way Down South [Well yes. My fancy place is a secret.]

WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
The Most Dangerous Predator [Edward!]

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Sleep All Day [ya lazy bums! I’m right there with ya.]

BONUS TRACK: Ready For Your Love [Bowchickabowwow.]