btfulnightmare @ 2:31pm: I rarely do meme's, but I liked this one

Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile."
• I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity.
• Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
• Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.
questioned by parhelli0n
1. I rarely hear you discuss your family. Can you tell me about them?
My mother and father got divorced when I was about 2. I am one of the rare children of divorce that actually came out better for it. My father lives in Wisconsin, and I went to massage therapy school out there. He has lived there almost my entire life. Both my parents remarried when I was 6. My stepmother is a wonderful woman whom I love dearly, and my stepfather is a childish jackass of gigantic proportions. My Mother is wonderful, over bearing, and knows how to throw a guilt trip. I love her very much though. She is fiercely loyal, and has a spiteful streak a mile long. Hmm wonder where I got it? She has always been there for me, even if she didn't quite know how.
I have two siblings, a half sister who is the complete polar opposite of me, and a step sister who I have had an on again off again relationship with. My little sister is beautiful, blond, and tiny (think a short Barbie doll). I have always been jealous of her looks. I keep saying she got the "good genes". Come to find out this year she thinks that I can do no wrong, so now we have my mother spinning with our "you love her more" comments. Its actually quite funny. My little sister may have gotten the "good genes" when it comes to looks, but I got the brains.
My stepsister is older then me and, well, we never really got along. She dropped out of high school the last half of senior year, got into drugs, and has a son. I don't get to see my nephew because I'm sick of trying to talk to her, and being ignored. We don't talk except at family functions, and even then not really
2. If you had to pick a career, and nothing was out of your reach, what would you be when you grew up?
A doctor. I actually really want to go back to school. I love helping people. I'm also a closet medical geek. I just don't have the money for college though. Part of me is kicking my ass for not doing it when I graduated high school.
3. Why massage? As much as I would love to go to med school, the appeal of massage for me has always been the healing aspect. My mother has degenerative disk disease, and very bad arthritis. I starting working on her back when I was 9 years old, and saw the effect that massage can have on the human body. It fascinated me. Here I was, helping someone with just my hands. No medication, no exercises, just me. Its something that still amazes me today.
4. You're Pagan-ish, I know, but I don't know that we've ever discussed it beyond that. Godz?
I started researching paganism when I was 14. At first I was one of the Fluffy Bunny teen goths who had just seen the Craft, but after I got to looking, I realized there was more. My mother didn't raise me with any kind of faith, and I had found one that really resonated with my internal ideals. I was very much "into" celtic paganism up until the last few years. Brigid is still my main goddess/influence, but I have been branching out into researching other faiths. In high school I finally decided Christianity was not for me through trial and error with going to both catholic and Lutheran services. Now, one of my other geek interests is religion. I'm currently studying voodoo, because I really just don't know much about it. My own ritualistic practices are not conformed in any way. I do ritual when I feel like I need it, or my goddess needs it from me.
5. If we decided to light tonight, would you come?
Absolutely. I don't know if I would light up, but I would love to come and watch. I haven't been practicing as much as I could be, or even want to. I do much better with things when I have people to do things with, or teach me. I am capable of self teaching, however with out a push to strive for more, I often let things fall to the way side.