When I grow up.......

I think we've all said this numerous time throughout our lives..... Well, what do you want to be. . . .

I am pretty sure I want to be a little bit of everything. . . .
I use to want to be a teacher, but that ended once I was in High School and Math became hard and I suddenly became uninterested. And you can tell by my writing that my grammar wasn't the greatest either.

Then It was a Vet! Why, because I love animals and I thought what a better way to spend my day than with animals..... I didn't take in to account the 8 yrs of schooling..... So I now have 2 cats that I spend every day with. ( no i am not the cat lady! trust me!)

I could've been a Hair dresser like my mom and my sister.... But every time I do my friends hair for them, It's always exciting the first 5 mins, Anything over that I am kinda over it. Thus, I would never hold up in a salon. Unless people only wanted half of there hair done......

In 11th grade (01-03 school yr) I decided....... I was going to be a chef! Le Cordon Bleu here I come. How this really came about, I am not sure... But I really liked stirring things. When I would help my mom cook all i really wanted to do was stir, then she could do the rest. So this was a pretty sure thing. I was all set to start in July of 03 just 2 months after I graduated High School. !!!!!! I even told them in my interview that I didn't mind getting fat ( because according to them chefs tend to gain weight)
Then one morning I woke up and changed my mind. Writing Le Cordon Bleu a letter explaining that it wasn't in my heart to go to school to be a chef and they could give up my spot at the school.

So what was in my heart?......

California, Hollywood, Acting, Performing, Entertaining! Something I had done my whole life. So on Oct. 3rd I found myself in Sherman Oaks, CA..... nervous, sad, lonely, scared and excited all at the same time. But determined to make things happen.
Here in the City of Angels everyone I met practically had the dreams I had. Which makes things interesting.
6 yrs later I am still out here. And have had my share of jobs: Grocery store Manager, Waitress, Bartender, Sorting panties at Victoria's Secret, Catering jobs, and personal trainer! If you ask me now what I wanna be when I grow up. I'd probably tell you I just want to be successful at whatever I do and be happy.

So ..... As I sit at the stop light of Sepulveda and National blvd, I watch a sign twirler. Wearing a pizza hut shirt and his sign reading something about special on pizza. At first I thought, hhhhmmm wow, I would hate that job. Then I continued to watch... And this younger man was really enjoying himself. He had an I-pod in and was rocking out. It seemed to me he didn't have a care in the world. As he did a dance move that involved a twirl and throwing the sign in the air, I found myself wondering What song he was listening to? It had to be good, so good to make him close his eyes and bust a move. Moral of this little story..... He was Happy, He was getting paid and he had a smile on his face.

So who cares what your wanted to be, or if you are what you want to be when you grow up. Just ask yourself..... Are you Happy?

And if you find yourself to not be happy.... do something about it..... because your the only one who can fix that.


Cheers!!! And pay attention to those sign twirlers....... they might make you smile.

SOMETIMES

These are a bunch of random thoughts or things I do sometimes.......

Sometimes, I think everyone is much nicer when they have there Halloween costumes on. Then the next day we all put on our "normal people" clothes and everyone sticks there nose up in the air and can't remember how to be friendly.

Sometimes, I pretend that my shifter in my car is really a stick shift and I pretend to change gears, which makes me feel like I am going much faster. Then I turn up a rock song and sing really loud and pretend my car is a really bad ass car. It seems to get me to my destination much faster and I feel pretty cool.

Sometimes, when I go to Starbucks I don't use my real name because the employees are always confused and want me to spell it..... I might be a Betty, or a Beth, or a Kelly.... and then I laugh inside when I pick up my tasty drink.

Sometimes, I let my hair dry natural and put a Shakira song on and pretend I am her. But I haven't gotten the sexy part down...... But my hair looks like hers.

Sometimes, I lose track of how many reps my client has done and then I make it up..... And when they call me out on it I act like I've been counting the whole time.

Sometimes, When I am on the phone I look in the mirror and make funny faces, or act like I am really shocked about something the other person said.

Sometimes, Ok, maybe more than sometimes I have a dance party in my apartment with myself.!! and maybe the creepy neighbor across the way can see me, but i don't care.

Sometimes, I really like running errands and it makes me feel super important.

Sometimes, I pretend that I don't know what movie I got in the mail from Netflix, even though I got an email telling me which one they are shipping. I like surprises!

Sometimes, When I am home I just put on the TV for some company.... and no this doesn't mean I am lonely, it just means i like noise.

OK, I think this might be enough Sometimes for now. Enjoy!