Promise kept

Before we get to the big show, I would like to tell you a short story.

When I was in my first year of college, I chatted back and forth with a boy in San Marcos Texas that I met in a chatroom. In the late 90's, not many people posted pictures online unless they had access to scanners or digital cameras which cost like, 87 bazillion dollars back then.[Also, we had a little thing called dial up. How did we deal with that? Ack!] Anyway, this boy and I chatted a lot late at night and I thought he was awesome, but I had yet to see a picture of him. After a couple months of talking back and forth, he asked me for my address and so that he could send me a picture of himself. [if you are my mother, shop reading here. You will have a heart attack worrying about my personal safety of 13 years ago if you continue.]

So, of course I sent him my address.

A week letter, an letter arrived from my online friend. I opened the envelope slowly, expecting a Ricky Martin look-alike to reveal himself to me. I know. Remember - it was 1998. We were all Livin La Vida Loca that year.

Needless to say, I did not pull Ricky Martin from that envelope that day.

I am ashamed to say that I never chatted with that young man again.

Why?

 Because he wasn't cute.
True story.

I have lived with the guilt of being a complete jackwagon for years.

 YEARS...

The end.

Here's my vlog.




Dear Karma, please be kind. I am certainly no Ricky Martin.

We did it...

...and by we, I mean you.

You wonderful, crazy, beautiful, mustachioed people did it.

You put me over 100 followers. You lot never fail to exceed my expectations.

Thank You!
ThankyouthankyouthankyouthankYOU!

As promised, I will be posting a vlog here very soon. I am waiting on a couple of things.
First and foremost, Grandmas moh-neh. She's good for it I ran a credit check  but now that I know it's coming, I'm getting impatient waiting on my Cap'n Crunch.

Now, I am going to ask you for your help once again.  In case my idea for this vlog turns out to be not nearly as awesome as I think it will be, (for example, like me through most of the early and mid- nineties. See photo)

 I thought this was the look to attract boys. Me 1992.

It's a good thing this picture is blurry. Viewing it at full strength would burn your retinas.

I need a back up plan. This plan consists of answering questions that you have sent me. This will help in two ways.

• 1. You will  have contributed to my fail-safe back up plan, and that will make you feel good about yourself.*
• 2.  I get to pretend that I am a famous celebrity answering questions on a special episode of  Barbara Walters, which has been a dream of mine since I thought of it ten seconds ago forever.                                                                                              *It will. I swear.
  
  Sound good? Good.                                                       

Questions are acceptable from any topic. Though I would not ask me for any kind of investment advice (I am so confused by the stock market.), because I know when it comes time to decide what to do with your hard earned cash, you automatically think of me. It happens.

So...send me money questions. M'kay?

If I don't answer them in my first vlog(see above), I will put them in my 2nd.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find all physical copies of this picture and burn them.

Oh dear Lord, she's gonna Vlog!

Okay class. Simmer down now. Simmmmer.

Now then. I have a couple of things for you today.

First, welcome new followers. You wonderful souls have brought my follower count to 97. Ninety-freakin-seven! That is a great number considering I was POSITIVE that only my mother would be (pretending) to read this blog on a regular basis. So thank you. Thahnkyehvehrymuchah. (Did that read 'Elvisy'? That's what I was going for) Even if, just like my mother, you are only pretending to enjoy this. I appreciate each and every one of your 97 pea pickin' hearts.

In the interest of full disclosure, you should know that my Grandma has told me that when I hit 100 followers, she will give me five dollars. Five Dollars!! I have my eye on a box of Cap'n Crunch and if I acquire that money, I can get that instead of the cheapo Walmart brand which I usually get that is a tad more budget friendly, but gets soggier quicker. Now, I don't want to sound petty, but refer a friend or something would ya? We're talking Cap'n CRUNCH here folks.

(Note to grandma- this $5 is in addition to the five you send in my birthday card right? RIGHT?)

Ahem. Ok. So, if you can help me get to a hundred followers, not only will the Captain and I share some quality time during breakfast, but you will also make an old lady happy.*  Who doesn't want to make an old lady happy? No one! The answer is no one. hint hint.
Grandma aside, when I get to 100 followers, I will celebrate by doing my first ever ...VLOG. Yep. Pinkie promise.

I don't know about you, but I LOVE watching vlogs. Seeing my favorite bloggers and hearing their voice is such a cool thing. Especially when said bloggers are not American and they have kick-ass cool accents. (Looking at you, Aussies) it's nice to see the real people behind the blog. Am I right?

So I have decided that I too will throw my hat into the vlogging arena so you can hear my wicked cool American/Michigan accent (read: not cool in any way) and see the real Katie that is behind this hot mess of a blog.

To recap:

3 more followers needed
5 dollars to be gained
Cap'n crunch to be eaten
One happy old lady
And...
A vlog of little old moi

It's a win/win/win/win/win**
Aaaaaaaand GO!!


*sending $5 bills to me makes Grandma happy. I know. Shes been doing it for me since 1983. She must love it.
**unless you hate  blog following, money, cereal, the elderly, and video blogging.