I was inspired to write this post after reading Electrolund’s latest post that hearkens back to my Days of Melancholy post and another similar post that he read on another blog. In that post the lady talked about the various things that she wanted to be/do when she grew up. I remember for years that I wanted to be a cartoonist ala’ Charles Schulz. I posted earlier that I used to draw for hours when I was a child and Snoopy was a frequent subject of my drawings. When Star Wars came out my imagination switched to space and I remember getting together with neighborhood kids and we would sit in the garage for hours on summer days drawing spaceships and space adventure stories (I wish so badly that some of those drawings still existed). I can vividly remember having this feeling of certainty that by the time I was an adult that we would be riding around in spaceships like they did on Battlestar Galactica. Somewhere around age ten I wanted to be a race car driver and my brother and two of our friends would sit around for hours talking about what life would be like when we could drive. We were all going to live together and work on and race cars. One of these friends actually pursued this dream and races cars today. Later on in life I really wanted to be a marine biologist. The ocean did and still does inspire such awe in me and I wanted to have a job in which I could spend an immense amount of time in the deep blue…I think I was around 12 when this was my life’s ambition. When I hit my teenage years I distinctly remember losing focus in regards to career goals and focusing entirely on dating. My goals at that point were to get married and a job was just something that I knew as a means to an end.
Ultimately I’m thankful that I’ve not yet grown up and there is still time to do things that my heart is craving to do. So, if you see me racing down the highway, please understand….
The reason for writing this post is to find out about you, the readers. What things did you want to do/be when you were growing up. Comment away!
Congratulations Missourians….we’ve been awarded the title of Most Sexually Adventurous State. Evidently thousands of horny Missourians and their interests in a variety of sexual techniques helped tip the scale in this 5 year long study conducted by the New Sex Institute in Beverly Hills.
On a related note…actually I don’t know how its related at all but I’m sure if I thought for awhile I could come up with something….there is a really interesting looking show about Dragons coming up next month on Animal Planet.
This past weekend a group of us went to see Because of Winn-Dixie. The movie turned out to be just what I hoped it would be. It was a fun, sweet family film that captured the essence of Kate DiCamillo’s award-winning novel. It had such great themes of love and hope and rebuilding after devastating grief. I was accompanied by members of my family as well as the Jimmy’s House clan. Half way through the movie Jimmy’s six year old daughter Lydia scooted onto my lap. After about half an hour of sitting up straight and devouring Twizzlers she decided that she needed to get more comfortable. She turned this way and that, much like a cat trying to find just the right spot. I could tell she was having difficulty and I had my suspicions about why this was occuring. After a few minutes my suspicions were confirmed when she turned to me, patted me on the stomach, and said, “Big belly”. I have to admit, it was quite comical. Nothing like the innocence of a small child to remind you that you need to get your 36 year-old body back into shape! Between that and the uncontrollable coughing fits I had at work last week that brought with them spontaneous, explosive farts (much to my embarrassment and, I’m sure that of my administrative assistant) I had a really good week!
Easter is a month away, but just to get you in the spirit of Peter Cottontail’s impending approach I submit to you this link found by our own James D. (Turn on your sound for the full effect)
And just so you cat lovers won’t feel rejected, here’s this.
First off, Happy Birthday to the first and most kick-butt President we’ve ever had, George Washington.
Head on over to SciFi Chick’s site to take the “What planet are you from” quiz…I’m from Neptune. I always knew I was from outer space…now I know exactly where in space I’m from.
Check out the new and improved Dancing Tarts site, now with banner made by yours truly. I need to resize it again as its not quite right but looks okay for my first attempt at doing something like this for someone else. The tarts are my wife and three of her friends from work who decided to do a group blog (he,he…I called my wife a ‘tart’). The name is taken from a title that I gave a post when I had just started blogging.
Ah…its great to be back to work! (Can you feel the sarcasm?)