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NaBloPoMo 2015 - Day 3
Nov. 3rd, 2015 11:50 pmWent to the store today. Someone had vomited Christmas all over it n the course of the past 48 hours. It was also 20C outside - 68F in ye olde schoole measuring system - and therefore way too hot to be taking anything Christmas-based even slightly seriously. How do people in Florida or California or heck, Australia, ever manage to get in the holiday mood? This may explain why songs like White Wine in the Sun exist.
Why yes she IS the cutest puppy ever! How clever of you to notice!
Oh My GOD, Agents of Shield! Oh my god! I did not see that coming! I doubt anyone did.
What did you think was the coolest job in the world when you were younger? Do you still feel that way now?
I really wanted to be an archeologist. It seemed exciting and dangerous and glamourous. I was always looking for fossils (I admit, the difference between paleontology and archeology didn't become absolutely clear to me for a number of years, but I digress.) I had fantasies of wearing khaki shorts and shirts 24/7, owning desert boots that were actually comfortable, and never leaving my rugged-yet-comfortable tent without having a red bandana tied artfully around my neck. I imagined being famous and rich (since, why have one without the other?) for digging up the oldest human remains ever found.
In reality, a degree in anthropology (specializing in archeology) taught me that the field was about writing grants, endless fun-raising, kissing way too much ass, and politics. And, oh, if you got very lucky, a few weeks or months in one dusty/swampy/blazing/frigid hellhole or another, working against the clock to finish SOMETHING before winter/rain/a junta/arthritis/running out of money made digging impossible. Furthermore, I just could not drink enough to keep up with the professionals.
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Remember the furniture I sanded yesterday? (Pretend you do.) Today we spray-varnished it. Since it was lovely outside, my daughter and I decided to work in the back yard. Here is a picture of my grand-puppy, Ziggy, doing her part by weighing down the drop sheet. Just call her DIY-Puppy.Why yes she IS the cutest puppy ever! How clever of you to notice!
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Oh My GOD, Agents of Shield! Oh my god! I did not see that coming! I doubt anyone did.
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Tomorrow, my brand spanking new Prime Minister is naming his cabinet. As a life-long Liberal - and someone whose very first opportunity to vote was to vote in favour of said new prime minister's father - I think I should be considered for a cabinet post. I think Minister for Procrastination would suit me exactly as well as I would suit it.
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Today's NaBloPoMo question is:What did you think was the coolest job in the world when you were younger? Do you still feel that way now?
I really wanted to be an archeologist. It seemed exciting and dangerous and glamourous. I was always looking for fossils (I admit, the difference between paleontology and archeology didn't become absolutely clear to me for a number of years, but I digress.) I had fantasies of wearing khaki shorts and shirts 24/7, owning desert boots that were actually comfortable, and never leaving my rugged-yet-comfortable tent without having a red bandana tied artfully around my neck. I imagined being famous and rich (since, why have one without the other?) for digging up the oldest human remains ever found.
In reality, a degree in anthropology (specializing in archeology) taught me that the field was about writing grants, endless fun-raising, kissing way too much ass, and politics. And, oh, if you got very lucky, a few weeks or months in one dusty/swampy/blazing/frigid hellhole or another, working against the clock to finish SOMETHING before winter/rain/a junta/arthritis/running out of money made digging impossible. Furthermore, I just could not drink enough to keep up with the professionals.
How about you?
What did you want to be when you grew up?
What did you want to be when you grew up?
