I just got back from the blog party, so now I feel compelled to post to the site. The pressure is definitely on.

Hmm...I think I need to work on not ending my posts with ... . Yeah, I really do... . D'oh!

My dad woke me up this morning, and he even had to nerve to go through the whole, "Did I wake you up?" "No Dad." "Now be honest..." "Fine, sure thing...I'm awaaaaake now." Anywho, since when did it become kosher to wake someone up at 8:37 am to talk about mutual funds? The downward-spiraling Nasdaq must surely be behind this madness...

So, I've figured out that the only job for which I'm truly qualified, education and otherwise, is a park ranger. And I think I could probably be good at it, stomping around the woods in a goofy hat and government-issue polyester pants. The one thing holding me back is the mandatory law enforcement training, and guns and I don't mix, totally oil and water. I'm good with a slugger...maybe the National Park Service will make an exception to the rule...