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When I Grow Up I Wanna Be a Truck Driver

01Apr09

When I was in kindergarten I made up my mind about what I wanted to be when I grew up. Unlike most girls my age who aspired to be recording stars, actresses, and dancers, I wanted to grow up to drive a big rig.

This could’ve been me.

Maybe it was the thought of leaving my small town behind and seeing the world. Maybe I longed for an office with a moving view. Maybe it had something to do with blowing the big horn. I dunno? (You! Get your mind out of the gutter!).. ..

In the eighth grade, my passions shifted. After watching a video about water purification in Mr. Simpson’s science class, I no longer wanted to be a truck driver. My new dream was to wear a lab coat and be a water chemist. The next week sign-ups began for our freshman year in high school. I decided to take the chemistry track. BAHAHAHAHA!!! Let’s just say, my dreams were toasted by Bunsen Burners and lost in the confusion of the Periodic Table. I would’ve looked hot in a lab coat though. Maybe I should be a water chemist for Halloween 09. Not a bad idea.

In a couple of months I will turn 28. I have never driven a big rig or worked in water purification. The closest I came to reaching my dreams was marrying a truck driver and braving a few public swimming pools over the years.

I often wonder about the childhood dreams of others. Did Mother Teresa know from age five that she would someday change the world with her inherent goodness? Did Adolph Hitler color pictures in pre-school of swastikas and fantasize about executing millions of innocent people? Did Tom Cruise dream of being an astronaut and wound up as a space cadet instead?

In June, I’m starting over and going back to school. Maybe someday I’ll decide again what I want to be when I grow up and actually achieve it. I’ll keep ya posted…

Did you have any jacked-up aspirations as a kid? Are you a jacked-up adult as a result of them? Did you know that Starbucks uses triple-filtered water? Have you ever played the Trucker Honk Your Horn game?

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Screamers… on the list of things that make you need Xanax

09Nov08

jeffOne of my dearest friends is in, what I like to call, a Screamer Band. I don’t know what they scream about, but they do a LOT of it. He doesn’t sing… he shrieks. It’s technically called Hard Core music. Now, I’m a hard rocker with the best of them. Currently on my iPod you’ll find everything from Pantera to Slipknot. I am not afraid of metal. This however, isn’t metal. It’s straight up nerve racking.

I love you Chaunticleer.

I went to my first hard core show in January of this year. I took my two nephews who I thought would enjoy it and I was right! They begged me to buy them t-shirts which they sport to this day. It was an all-nighter show. Something like 10 bands were on stage. I showed up carrying a purse, which I immediately stashed in the car because I felt like a “band mom”. The music literally HURT MY EARS, which is saying a lot from the girl that sat on a high rise, center stage at a Godsmack show 7 months pregnant. I spent most of the evening outside.

My friend’s band went onstage last and when I came back inside I saw something I’ve never seen before: someone truly transformed by their passion. Chaunticleer is an obscurely quiet kind of guy. I’ve spent the past few years trying to figure out why he’s as bizarre as he is. ;-) We’ve worked together for around four years and it took me three of them to actually get to know him. He comes across as having a big invisible shell around him, keeping him in the background of any given scenario. But on stage…

This guy was a maniac. He was jumping, spinning around on the floor, balancing on the 18 foot speaker stack and seriously… dangling from the roof. The crowd was wild and he fed off of their energy. I haven’t seen much in my life that was half as entertaining. He owned the crowd. He was in his element. He was a god on stage.

How much I envy this kind of passion. Most of us work our day jobs and only dream of having an outlet that lets us be who we want to be. We pay the bills… do the nine to five… and go home, only to remain unfulfilled.

If I’ve ever seen anyone doing what they should be doing with their life, it’s Chaunticleer. He may never be rollin’ in the dough, although I hope he does and remembers those of us who blogged about him, but he’s absolutely not selling himself short on his dream. He’s putting all his eggs in the basket he wants them to be in.

What’s your DREAM? Do you have THIS kind of passion?

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