Writing and Meeting; Anyone up for a Snacker?

I WON!! I won the gift basket through the preschool bake sale! It was great, too. It had some cookbooks, pretty pink latex washing gloves, icing flavoring, a spatula, a basket, a dishtowel, etc. Picture to come later...
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#3 is having success! We haven't had an accident since Tuesday. Of course, it helps that I make him sit on the toilet every two hours "just to try". :)
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Have you ever had those moments when you realize that you are going to become somebody entirely different than the person you had imagined for yourself?

When I was a senior in high school, I was going to BYU, and I was going to major in Piano Pedagogy. I had won almost every competition I had been in (small potatoes, though, since I lived in a small potato town. Those who know where I'm from understand that I mean that literally. :) ). Piano was my life and I was good at it. But I completely and utterly bombed my piano audition at BYU. At the time, I had no idea what happened. I was prepared. I had everything ready. But my mind went blank and my fingers were all over the place. Of course, I didn't get into the program.
A year and a half later, I had realized I was to be a high school choir director. That was what I wanted. I was good at it. I had been the Drum Major in my HS marching band --I had passed the AP music theory exam. I had taken voice lessons for 3 years. I could direct/conduct almost anything. I passed the entrance class at BYU; my portfolio was deemed "brilliant" by my two professors. But then I bombed my vocal audition. Badly. I had woken up that very morning with a cold. There was no fixing it. My professors begged the vocal dept. to reconsider and let me in anyway. Their reply? "No. She's not even close to good enough."
Six months later, after much prayer, Brandon and I decided I needed to finish school. I majored in MFHD and minored in music. Six days before graduation, #1 arrived right on schedule.
A couple of years later, I was asked if I taught piano lessons. I had done some in the past, but not seriously. I saw this as an opportunity and took it. I've been teaching seriously now for about 6 years and I've fluctuated between 1 and 16 students. Very modest, but very, very fun.
I'm a SAHM. I teach piano (and some voice --although not currently). I want to get my MBA one day --but that will come later. However, miraculously, I've ventured into something I never thought possible.

I'm a writer.

There. I said it. I read somewhere recently that if I want to be a writer, I have to claim it. I have to admit it. I have to openly declare my intentions and call myself what it is I want to be. So, today I declare my identity. I'm not only a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, and teacher.
I am a writer.

And one day, others will know me as a writer. And then maybe, I could become other things I want to become. How about linguist? Or therapist (marriage and family)? And then winner of the Amazing Race? Yeah, that last one would be awesome.
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Women over at FMH have a lot of bloggersnackers. For those who are uneducated in the art of a snacker, this is just an opportunity for bloggers to finally meet each other and eat good food. I always wanted to attend one, but since ceasing to read FMH (except occasionally), I'm kind of out of the loop.

But then I thought this: I want to meet the bloggers that frequent my blog and I, theirs. How could we have a Happy Meets Crazy snacker? And then my next thought: Who in the world would come? Honestly, it's expensive to fly, and several of my favorite bloggers live from Texas to Oregon to Utah to Maryland to Southern California. How in the world would we get together?

But Amanda's comment made me desire one, again. I want my weight loss reward to be a Great Big Girl Party! With Bloggers!

So, brainstorm, people! How could we have a snacker? How could we all meet each other? And if we did, where would we be? And how would it work?

Of course, you, dear reader, may prefer anonymity and don't want to meet anyone. Frankly, I don't blame you. But if that's the case, state your reason, please. Talk me out of something that might make me spend money... ;)