When I Grow Up [[less than serious thoughts about previous aspirations]]

When I was young, I would sing. On our deck. Little did people know: I was practicing sounding like Cher. No, it wasn't that I had an affinity toward Cher's music. Rather, I thought it would be a fantastic dream if I could be a voice impressionist. While, I did pretty much master Cher's song Believe, being a voice impressionist was far from practical. And dreams were further shattered after seeing this today: [It is honestly amazing. And funny.]

Apparently, when I was little, I also wanted to be an Osmond, or a member of some other 60's band. Unfortunately, I found out hairstyle is not all that matters. If you want to be part of a 60s band, you have to have been alive, or a thought at least. But check out how awesome my 60s hair was.

Unfortunately, I didn't kick this wish until after high school:

I am realizing, more and more, that so many of my aspirations were related to music. For example: although I am unable to take a screen shot of my Facebook status multiple years ago, I distinctly remember having it say:
Kylie Anne Bills: wants to learn to Yodel.

Let me tell you. I tried.
I practiced.
And then all hopes were lost when I was watching America's Got Talent started and this happened:

How was I supposed to compete with an 11 year old who was phenomenal at yodeling?
well, my freshman year of college I met a professional yodeler:

So I guess the only thing I have started to live up to:
My Dream of Being a Geographer.

Oh also, I still wear Mickey Ears.

But...that isn't an aspiration.

Well,
Maybe one day I will write about the aspirations I had, and accomplished.

Toodle-loo Buggaboo,

Kylie Anne.