Oh the places you'll go

Lately I have bizarre day dreams of where I want to travel to.

In no way do I have thoughtful or inspiring reasons on why I want to go to these places. Regardless...here you go.

Maine! Why Maine you ask? I picture ME (stupidest state abbreviation ever)

exactly like this

I will stroll along the coast, where lighthouses abound, eat lobster, visit cranberry bogs,

and dress like I'm straight out of a JCrew catalogue. 

Greece! This could come from my love of the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, or Momma Mia.

I'll be honest I just want to fish and swim in the sea and eat pita bread and humus all day. 

Is that so bad? Oh and finally be around people who are as loud as me.

Super Powers

Today I took a test that decided the future of my major

and therefore, also my career. It's called the Praxis...dun, dun, dun.

I used a trusty spider man pencil and then while waiting to leave the testing room

I doodled in my test booklet.* I'm an adult!

*Don't worry I was allowed to write in it.

strength

I am currently taking an exercise physiology class for my minor. Basically it is the bomb, and I may complain about it but it seriously is one of my favorites.

Today we went into the weight room to start our own personal strength training program. I was kind of excited about this, seeing as I do work out pretty regularly, and consider myself to be in good shape. This is more due to my 15 years of rigorous dance classes than to anything else. But get this,

I can leg press 200 pounds! My 5'3" frame is strong! However, I could not relish in this moment for too long because then I went to the bench press. I have never benched pressed in my life, until today. A measley 60 pounds...I'm ashamed. Regardless of this I am still lovin' that 200 pounds. So thank you dancing days for giving me super powered legs, and toned arms that look nice but don't really do anything. Bench press is mostly your pecs right? That's what I'm going to go with.

I feel like I have posted a lot of videos on here lately. But I couldn't pass this up.
This is how you feel sometimes when your teachers want you to hit an exact position.

Golden Girls

I just got back from the BYU v New Mexico game...devastating....I think that's the right word. We could not make a shot and they made everything they threw up. I hated it. I yelled, screamed, boo-ed, cheered, and bad mouthed refs. Speaking of the refs, that was the poorest display of officiating I have ever laid eyes on. So ridiculous. I hated it.

But I didn't hate ALL of my time at the game. The half time show was off the chain! You see, there is a group of ladies, ages 50-94 who are called Jean's Golden Girls....they are the BOMB! And if I am not a crazy cat lady when I am old, my new dream is to join their dance crew. An old lady dance crew. Can life get any better? I submit that it cannot! New life dream: GOLDEN GIRL!

Meet Terri Dixon, 94 years old and can shake it like a salt shaker. Oh and still do the splits! You go girl!