expanding horizons

i recently attended my friend jeff's grad party. it brought back the memories of how promising the future felt when you're fresh out of public schooling and heading toward college. leaving the nest and shopping for yourself. choosing classes to define what you do and what you aspire to be....
i want to punch the people who make college brochures.


i still don't know what i want to be "when i grow up" if that ever happens. 
literally and figuratively. i'm pretty short. 


there seemed to be promise in the field of ribbon dancing to me.

but considering that i'm about as athletic as a grizzly during hibernation season, that probably won't work out. 

i wanted to be a space ranger.

but again i'm about as weak as wet paper....

and freeze dried food tastes like pelican shit.

specifically i remember a speaker that was in my sixth grade english class. she went row by row asking every bright eyed student what they strived to be when they grow up.

then she got to me.

for the most part the answers were half pint dreams about being a nascar driver or marine biologist.

i answered "stay at home mom"

why?

cause i don't know what i want to do with my life and i'm good at cleaning. 

i now see the flaw in that plan.

kids are jerks. 

especially if they belong to you.

so because i don't want the rest of my life to be a mental break down, i came up with a list of things i could do.

given that the probability of most of these things are unrealistic, i'm pretty much back at square one.

BUT! if you check out my driving record, i could be one sweet stunt driver.