Hello, My Fellow Americans.

First of all, this being a new blog, let me introduce myself so we can dialogue. My name is Michelle...

Yes. I did sort of steal that line from a television show. (Go R&I!)

Yes. If I were to read the title of this entry out loud, I would sound like Sarah Palin. (Or more accurately, Tina Fey playing Sarah Palin.)

No. That SNL skit will never get old.

In case you, the readers (anyone out there??), have yet to pick up a new calendar, are suffering from amnesia or just don't care about the present, we entered the year 2012 just 17 days ago. The world has yet to end, but we've still got 349 days to worry about that.

So with a new year, I thought I'd be stereotypical and start a new blog.

Yes. I'm super trendy. Thoroughly Modern you may say.

I love the scent of a new blog in the making. It's like a fresh piece of college ruled notebook paper. Or a new pack of post-it notes. Just much more environmentally friendly. I feel like blogs these days have to have a purpose. DIY, Mother's to be, Knitting, Cooking, Loosing weight, etc.

I must warn you now. This blog will not be like that. This blog will reflect my inability to commit. It will be messy, and all over the place...with an underlining tone of OCD meets ADD. If I haven't quite figured out my own purpose in life, how can I expect my blog to?

A lot of change has come with 2012, and consequently my 29th year of gracing this planet. It's been an insane few weeks. After what seems like the world's longest holiday season, I go back to being a road warrior, a student and a full-time functioning adult by the end of this week.

I decided during a bout of boredom and the fear of a sedentary lifestyle, that the last year in my 20's should be filled with self-indulgence, self-awareness and a general sense of self-ishness.

I've never really been a me, me, me kind of person, never will, but I also realize that there's a lot I've given up as I've tried to climb all of society's ladders. (No regrets, hommies, no regrets). I figured, no time like the present to figure out new interests and create new stories.

I sat down one quiet Friday night (I'm a bit of a loaner. By choice. Seriously) and made a list of all the things I'd like to try before the clock strikes on year 30. I wanted to do things that would help me develop as a person. I didn't want a list of goals that depended on other people (no love match, no babies, no aisles or rings) but a list that was filled with activities and challenges that will help me grow and give me a sense of fulfillment.

(Note to my mother who may, or may not be the only person reading this: Just because this list of goals does not include marriage or babies or houses...it doesn't automatically mean those things aren't on a different list. I swear.)

I guess you could consider it a bucket list for the year. Maybe Fox Searchlight will turn me into a movie.

(Yes. I do think I am just that interesting.)

So my first two tasks of the year are as follows:

A. Learn how to properly shoot a handgun. And become damn good at it.
B. Learn how to properly belt a show tune without harming any animals, humans or household breakables in the process.

Why, you may ask?

Because, well, I figure there's no time like the present to prepare to play Annie Oakley in Annie Get Your Gun.You never know when the opportunity might arise. There has to be a Broadway revival in the works...

But really, I love the power of knowing how to use a weapon. I'm not all gun crazy, I promise (Go Dems...), but I do love being able to hit that target. I also love singing in the car, the shower, walking down the street and randomly at Target. I really would prefer people giving me looks of admiration, rather then looks of horror.

Laugh as I hope you are, I have a 4 hour how to shooting lesson and a set of SLS vocal classes in the works. (Thank you groupon).