When I grow up...

What do I want to be when I grow up? Rather late to ask the question you think! But a very important question in my life now! I have all I need in life, credit cards, drama and entertainment. In a moment of insanity Hubby Dearest provided the first. Cheeky makes sure the other 2 aspects of my life are provided for. But apparently the two men in my life have tired of all my melodrama and are on the verge of kicking me out and send me rolling to a job!

I sat on the couch and asked "So what do I do?" with a painful expression on my face. "Is the thought really that painful" DH asked. I dug out the lego block from under me and yelped... After putting away the blocks and straightening up the house, doing the dishes and burning some stuff on the stove, I was back to resume my position on the couch. Amidst smirks and giggles I grouped my audience/ think tanks.

"I really want to know, what kind of job do you think I should take up?"

Now it was DH's turn to look pained. I explained "I am tired of being a computer engineer" {smirk smirk.. I have been on a break long enough to drive everything that spells software out of my brain, but lets not disclose that}

"Aah" said DH "you could stick stamps at the post office"

I perked up "Now we are talking... I could do that.. I would love to say next please, how can I help you today"

A pause later DH said "I think they would kick you out, if you keep making conversation with every one who comes in"

"Oh" I said in disappointment, so that rules out customer service I suppose.

"I could be an interior designer" I started

"Right, you watch too much HGTV" DH said with a smirk and a look of grimace at the new shiny pillow cases.

"Hey they were on sale" {besides they looked lovely in the packaging, but on adorning my bed the gold satin pillow cases look tacky.. how was I to know?}

So I guess Interior design is out of the question. Sigh.

I eyed the book I have been reading ... "The other side of the story" about authors and agents, behind the screens of writing a book. I could be an author,but the closest I have got to writing a story are the tales I spun at school to my teachers. And I assure you they are not novel material!

I could be an agent though.. sounds like a fun thing to do. If only I lived in Newyork, and lived a pub swinging, disco dancing lifestyle! Now all I have to do is invent time travel and go back in time to my single status.

Hmm what about acting thought I. No please dont laugh, I know that me in all my pot bellied beauty would just rock the screens. But Cheeky just informed me that I would look gross in a two-piece and asked nicely "Amma dont wear that please" So that rules out acting,

Teaching too is out of the question, after a taste of my teaching skills Cheeky declared "Amma, you be my mom dont be a teacher please!"

Fashion Designing is ruled out too, sigh.. I in all my hastily thrown together wardrobe am the perfect target for the show "What not to wear"

With a heavy heart I dragged my feet to the library and brought back a big fat book on DotNet Architecture. My dreams of chaging professions seem to be futile and in sheer defiance I have picked up the pencil and paper to scribble away and dream of being an artist. DH shakes his head at a loss for words of reason and decides the topic of me returning to the work front has to be tabled for later.

Phew and I will live to blog another day!