When I Grow Up

On a day like today, when the weather is muggy (when it isn't raining) and the temperature is so high it ought to be illegal, I often sit at my desk and ponder the meaning of life.

Just kidding, I don't really ponder the meaning of life. I ain't deep like that. Or at least not at the ripe, young age of twenty-seven! I may know many things (like the only President to ever get stuck in the White House bathtub was William H. Taft or that a sea turtle will always return to the same beach of its birth to lay its eggs) but the meaning of life is certainly not one of them. Although I do have some pretty good ideas....wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

I do, however, ponder many other things. The main one being "What do I want to be when I grow up?"

WARNING--this is a loaded question. As a true Gemini, I am the type of person that has many different sides.

My ultimate, ultimate dream job would be a writer. I have always wanted to write for Southern Living or Coastal Living. How awesome would it be to travel to all of these fantastic, charming Southern cities and experience the best restaurants, hotels, events, people, architecture, etc? I can just picture myself meandering down a tree-lined street in Savannah (because you can't just walk in Savannah, you have to meander) or snacking on the best shrimp po-boy New Orleans has to offer. Then I would paint a beautiful picture with words so everyone else could know the unique gems of their next destination. Ahhh...perfection!

If Southern Living doesn't want a somewhat sarcastic, opinionated Southern Belle on staff, then I'm sure 30 Rockefeller Plaza would take me! I have always been a big fan of Saturday Night Live and its cast of characters. I can still quote some "Deep Thoughts" from Jack Handy himself, and I may or may not have reinacted the Blue Oyster Cult skit (I need more cowbell!) with Will Ferrell and Christopher Walken a few thousand times. I also have a slight girl-crush on Tina Fey, but due to current HR regulations, that little tidbit is a moot point.

Now, onto the realm of things that might actually happen....I want to be a lawyer. To be exact, I want to go to law school at Tulane and become an environmental lawyer. I want to fight for the rights of the beauty and majesty that God has blessed us with. The oil spill only makes it even more real to me. All I want to do is stand up and fight for the sea turtles, blue herons, pelicans, dolphins and landscapes of the coast that I love so dearly.

But for today, I'm just gonna sit here and dream. Oh yeah, and answer that dang phone that keeps ringing! What do these people think we're running here--a business or something?!?!?