My Blog agreement with Gail

Have I ever told the very few people that read this thing that I work with probably one of the most awesome people in the world. It is because of this person that I honestly started to blog, much less the fact that she's given me a new topic to blog about. Sorry about the two Emo fits, but this will be an attempt on both of us to blog about something positive.

So, after 7 hours of painstaking agony of trying to figure out interesting things to blog about, Gail and I have decided that our Blogs would be about what we plan or think about for our future lives, including Housing, Children and Jobs. So.. without further Ado.. blame Gail.

So of course every little girl has thought about it. Their future life. I honestly can say I’ve thought about it a couple of times. Things change as the years go on and plans change for different reasons, different people in your life but there are things that I want from life that may seem a little frivolous that will stay the same about what I want from the future.
So, lets assume the best. I’ve just hit the powerball and guess what!? It’s a doozey. That means anything I want from life and the money to be able to do it. SHOPPING… can we say Liposuction? xD Just kidding.. a little.. after the other stuff…The reason I’m taking the “Hit the lotto world” is because my real future, has a snowball’s chance in hell to actually end up this way. So lets go!

Housing: In all brutal honesty for what I want from my life is very simple. I want a good house with a BIG kitchen and an upstairs that’s set on some nice plot of land with a yard, grass and maybe even a pool. Somewhere where the trees change color in the fall and maybe even SNOWED.. Living in the desert, I’m pretty strung out. So that’s simple housing living. Room for a desk, a king size tempurpedic bed in the master bedroom. Really nice black wrot iron makeshift complete with handcuff friendly posts. Large fluffy pillows with pillowy soft comforters. Artwork framed in dark elegance to the whole dark onyx feel to the room. The flat screen set between both walk in closets. A balcony headed out from the second floor. A good whirlpool bathtub and a separate glass shower. Marble flooring and an open glassed view to the outside world. The very lap of luxury for the Master’s bedroom. Plush carpeting beneath bare feet that was almost made to muffle sound beneath. Likely sitting right over the kitchen and the ‘breakfast nook’

I’m kinda opting out of children these days simply because I don’t think its going to happen one way or the other. My lover of choice, whoever he may be, will have likely settled on at least one room of the upstairs three bedroom house being mine for my books, console gaming, my computer and my off time work. And the other being simply another room in the house. Maybe for hopes one day of making a family out of the home that was designed for one. His Man Cave would be the garage. Just a large slanted roofed offshoot of the real house. Running the fat ‘double wide’ length of the house that contained my homage to every single car I’ve ever wanted… Though words like “Lotus” and “Porsche” are likely the front runners of my droolable car collection, never to be overlooked by the “Mustangs” and the “Big ass Truck” and that gorgeous little top down “Mini Cooper” .. though I’d likely have to be in that situation to really decided. In my heart of hearts though… I think Classic muscle wins out for my weekend toy.. and that top down Mini wins my weekday race.

I’d love to have a man that can do things with his hands. I honestly don’t care what he does.. What he wants to do. I have very minimal requirements for the man that I’d wanna share that little house with. I want him to love me. I want him to be able to love himself without hanging on my skirts. I think I’m reminded of that .38 Special Song.. hold on loosely. Someone to SHARE a life with. Not for him to crowd mine, or for me to crowd him because I’m afraid. Someone to be a companion and friend as much as he is a lover and a soul mate.

I wanna be able to cook. I’ve decided that already and I’m sticking to that. As good as writing is… as much as I’d love to do nothing but that.. Cooking gives something of myself to the world, to the people that taste my food that writing could never give. It doesn’t mean I’d give it up, I just wouldn’t make that everything I’m about.

I’d like to be able to hold down my own business. A restaurant that would allow me the freedom to cook for people even if it was the same thing every time. A place where I can get out from behind that swinging door and know the people that are sitting down at my tables. Ordering drinks that Myself and my head tender came up with. I’d like the hold to be able to put something out there in the universe, my gift to the world in the most essential need such as food, and have them love it. Its more value and worth in a damn speck of food than all the gold that has ever gone missing into the ocean. At least I think so.

Its not so simple a living, but clean. And when the day gets rough, I know I’m superwoman. I can come home to my honey, curl up on the oversize couch and vegge out to some completely retarded film where he made me the most awesome grilled cheese sandminch and poured me a glass of wine for my hard day’s at work.

Children are so optional that I honestly say that I don’t consider them part of that picture. Sure I’ve thought of names, wondered how two names for girls would sound, but I can’t say I’ve ever put it past one. A little girl, “Amily James” for first and middle name. Her last would obviously be her father’s doing. So if she’s gonna exist somewhere out there, she’d better hope he’s got a good last name for that. I’m not budging. If I had her, she’d grow up with two older Cousins, and a Tia Kat that would be the best tia ever. Her Nana ‘Reen would spoil her rotten and teach her all the things that would make me scowl. Her Tata George would be her hero like he was for me. But no one beats Daddy to the one that hung the moon.

She’d know travel every year for her birthday and parties with all of her friends.

She’d be spoiled to the very ends of her wits, but know that if she stepped out of line it could be gone in a heartbeat. She’d ride horses with the wind in her hair and wrestle with puppy dogs that she wanted.

A responsible kid that loved music and sports. Reading beneath the stars or watching the clouds move in shape. Her eyes would be alight with the world at her fingertips. Dragging Mommy and Daddy through her little adventure with just the curling smile of her lips and the laughter in her throat. She’d change the world around he and I both. She’d be smart and beautiful, knowing limitless possibility for anything she wanted, and likely squandering it all.

But that would be my daughter. Her heels dug in where she wanted them to be and wouldn’t budge just because someone told her she was wrong. She’d wanna run with the bulls or stay home and program. Fearless and fragile all in the blink of an eye. That would be AJ for me.

If I ever had her, the rest of the world could fade away. She’d never be further than the reach of my arms. But the things I want would be simple. A simple career that would give me the freedom to know what a “Nest egg” was. A simple man that did what made him happy. The laughter and smiles of a household build on the love that my family taught me and the good food that would all heal us, even for a moment.

Its simple enough the life that I want..

PS. I also want bigger boobs.

TTFN~
Mous