Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
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The Space Suitcase has tagged me for a meme. The rules are: choose five from the list and write a description, then add one to the list and pass it along. (I’ll get you back, Ms. Case!)
If I could be a scientist . . .
If I could be a farmer . . . I would be a sod farmer. I’d still have a nice big chicken coop for myself, and a bunch of ducks. I might even have a goat or two. Oh, and horses. Gotta have horses. But I’d make my living off of sod.
If I could be a musician . . . I would play all kinds of instruments, like piano, drums, cello, harp, hammered dulcimer, and the glass harmonica. I’d probably be a starving musician, but darn it, I would BE a musician.
If I could be a doctor . . .
If I could be a painter . . .
If I could be a gardener . . .
If I could be a missionary . . .
If I could be a chef . . .
If I could be an architect . . .
If I could be a linguist . . .
If I could be a psychologist . . .
If I could be a librarian . . .
If I could be an athlete . . .
If I could be a lawyer . . .
If I could be an inn-keeper . . . I would run a bed and breakfast inn. I’d raise my own chickens and serve fresh eggs for breakfast every morning. I’d have a big old house overlooking a lake. The property would boast some of the prettiest gardens in the area, and be filled with all my favorite flowers.
If I could be a professor . . .
If I could be a writer . . .
If I could be a llama-rider . . .
If I could be a bonnie pirate . . . I’d say things like “argh!” and call all my friends “matey.” I’d have either one eye, one leg, or one arm, and I’d be called either One-Eyed Bonnie, Lefty, or Peg-Leg Peggy. But despite my handicap, I would still be bonnie.
If I could be an astronaut . . .
If I could be a world famous blogger . . . I’d be Heather B. Armstrong of Dooce fame, of course.
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world . . .
If I could be married to any current famous political figure . . .
If I could be a show dog owner…
If I could be a fictional character… (this is the one I added)
I accept the tag, but I won’t be fulfilling my obligation until after the holiday (i.e. Tuesday). Argh, matey!
Aaarrghh. Thanks Kerrie. I’ll get onto that when I can…
Fresh eggs every morning? I’m totally staying at your inn!
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It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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