Posts Tagged ‘dream’

It’s only fitting that the last post of this challenge would be a party.

And because it’s my dream dinner party, and I get to invite whoever the hell I want to – living or dead – it’s going to be a hell of a party, too. Not a party like most people would answer this question, with people like Shakespeare and Mother Teresa. I’m sure that they’re really great people, but that doesn’t mean that I want them at my party.

I want people at my dinner party that will last past dinner, and well into the evening.
Cuz dinner? Just the start at my party.

Welcome to my party.

Laurie. It isn’t a party without her. Never was.

Dean. I refuse to attend any party, even my own, without him.

Brother J. Hey, someone needs to tend bar. Oh shush. I’m kidding.

My parents. That’s right, there are going to be zombies at my party. Deal with it. My parents will make great zombie guests. My Mom always did look great in green, and my Dad will crack everyone up when he pulls his arm off at the table, reaches it across to the other guests and says, “Pull my finger!!” Yes. He will.

Why is the booze on the floor?

Chrissa. Seriously? She did this whole 50-50 thing with me. She’ll need a party, too. Of course, she’s going to be busy planning her own. I guess we’ll just have to get it together and make sure our schedules match.

Doc. Because he would totally be the one to pull my Dad’s finger.

The Dobernerds. They are all invited. I’ll just pick some random middle of the world spot and we can all meet up there. Oh, also? I’m inviting Dee from TremendousNews, too. He brought us together, he can dress up his man-boobs in his cleanest tear-stained shirt and join us.

The Special. All of these people will be bringing something to my table. And I don’t mean food: Krystyn, Khayyam, OhDoctah, Annie, Koby, Dina and anyone else that has ever been mentioned by name in this blog.

The Urban Peasant. My chosen chef will be a zombie, too. Nothing I can do about that. I don’t need some prissy motherfucker cooking dinner for all of my friends and family. I want someone that knows how to cook with alcohol. And no one did it better than James Barber. Don’t mind the bits of zombie in your food. Seriously, after my Dad and his ‘pull my finger’ thing, is a bit of ear in your escargot really that big of an issue?

The Entertainment. Bon Jovi (you’re welcome, Laur), Iron Maiden (you’re welcome, Dean) and Mike Ness (you’re welcome, Chrissa). Hey. If I can’t help the people that I love meet the people they love, what the hell kind of person am I?

Mmm... this is a tasty burger!!

And finally, Samuel L. Jackson. For when I’m sick of all these motherfuckin’ people in my motherfuckin’ face.

Just kidding y’all.
You know I love you.

The 50-50 Challenge is an idea that Chrissa from A Little Wicked and I came up with. It is based on a list of 50 Lists to Write to Lift Your Spirits, which can be found at Demanding Joy. We were inspired to make it a blog challenge. If you’d like to participate, please do. Be as inspired as we were.

So.
Dream jobs.

Yep. I have some. I have some weird ones. Some may or may not have been influenced by television. Some may or may not be influenced by the kind of books that I read. Some may or may not be considered ‘normal’.

Like you’d expect anything less from me?

Rock Star. Yep. Who didn’t want to be a rock star? Who didn’t dance around their bedroom in their pajamas with a hairbrush as a microphone and sing out loud to KISS? And since we ALL did this, wasn’t it awesome when you got caught doing it? By your stupid little brother who still hasn’t let you forget it to this day? Yeah. That’s stellar. Needless to say, I did not become a Rock Star. Unless you count my high score playing the Rock Star video game. Which, if you’re like me, you don’t.

Forensic Pathologist. I wanted to have this job since I was a very young girl. I blame it on a lot of watching Quincy with my Mom. And thus started my life-long obsession with criminology, pathology and other sundry unusualness. I thought Quincy was brilliant. I’m not entirely sure that his portrayal of what a forensic pathologist actually does was very realistic, but damn it made for good – and inspiring – television.

FBI Agent. Not just any FBI agent. I wanted to be Dana Scully. And not just because of the whole getting to work with Mulder in the basement thing. I wanted to work on the X-Files. Again, I’m fairly certain that the X-Files probably wasn’t the most realistic show to base a career choice on. But seriously, there was no-one cooler in a crisis than Scully. Please also note that she was a doctor, and often acted as a forensic pathologist. Seeing a pattern here? Um, yeah.

FBI Profiler. Uh-huh. Look, I told you I had weird dream jobs, okay? Ever since Silence of the Lambs, I have been obsessed with criminal psychology. I read true crime books. I read books on criminal profiling. I follow the careers of several actual Behavioural Services agents. I may be a little strange when it comes to my career choices, but damn… if I had to pick a dream career, at least I’m picking something that I can still play along with online and in books. Heh.

The one job – from as long as I can remember – that I have always dreamed of was being a Writer.

I have been writing since I was able to write, and my head is a constant flurry of fiction weaved with reality, added to a mix of words and phrases.

And you know something?

If I had to pick one dream job that actually came true?
I’m glad it was that one.

Because I am a writer.

What did you want to be when you grew up?

The 50-50 Challenge is an idea that Chrissa from A Little Wicked and I came up with. It is based on a list of 50 Lists to Write to Lift Your Spirits, which can be found at Demanding Joy. We were inspired to make it a blog challenge. If you’d like to participate, please do. Be as inspired as we were.

Today’s list, “Things I would do if money was no object” is one that I have thought about for a long time.  Who hasn’t?  Who doesn’t have that list of things in their head?  Who hasn’t thought about what they’d do if they won the stupid lottery?

I’m not a lottery ticket buyer, really.  I don’t make a habit of buying tickets, although if the jackpot is big enough, I will.  I think that the whole ‘dreaming about what I’d do’ thing is worth the few bucks that the tickets cost.  Like my current desktop wallpaper states, “I am a light sleeper, but a heavy dreamer.

I don’t know how much of my list I will set out here, but I think I can touch on enough of the major things to give you the general idea.

First off, I would travel.  I’d travel far enough to pick up my chosen travel partner (more fun than traveling alone) and then we would set off to see the world together.  The destinations wouldn’t matter to me as much as the experience.  The world would be our playground.  And dammit, fun would be had.  Especially with the private plane. And the yacht.

I’d have to travel.  Because my dream house would be being built while I was gone.  I already know what I want in a dream house.  And it’s not some huge mansion.  I don’t need a massive house.  I just want it to have a few things that I’ve always dreamed of having.  Like a fireplace.  And a second fireplace in the bedroom.  And one of those window benches in the bedroom so I could sip coffee in the morning and stare out at the sunrise.  And a big porch with a porch swing for quiet evenings holding hands.  I’d also have a home theater.  And a killer sound system that would pipe music all through the house.  Oh, and an oubliette.  Because everyone needs an oubliette.  Heh.

I’d buy a couple of new vehicles.  I don’t need anything too fancy. Just something nice and fast. I’m thinking an Aston Martin DB9.  And a  Camaro ZL1 for starters.  Hells to the yeah. Try and keep up.

I’d make sure that my friends were taken care of and wouldn’t have to worry about anything.  Debts would be cleared.  I’d set up college funds for kids.  I’d buy houses.  And I would be flying a whole bunch of people to a private island resort somewhere for a couple of very relaxing weeks.  It would be the meetup of all time.  And I would be very selective as to who would be invited, too.  Because I only like a select group of people.  Oh, and Chrissa?  There would be so many cool things (and a private baby-sitter) for your boys to do that you wouldn’t have to do anything else but sit on the beach drinking cocktails.  Just sayin’.

Once all that was done?

I would settle onto my porch swing with a cup of cocoa, and watch the sun set, holding hands.

Forever.

The 50-50 Challenge is an idea that Chrissa from A Little Wicked and I came up with. It is based on a list of 50 Lists to Write to Lift Your Spirits, which can be found at Demanding Joy. We were inspired to make it a blog challenge. If you’d like to participate, please do. Be as inspired as we were.