It's Thanksgiving week... again!This is the time of year that I always can’t believe is here. I never catch myself saying, "WOW! Groundhog Day again!" Even birthdays don’t seem to phase me. This concept was beyond me as a kid. Why would someone not care about their birthday? People give you stuff... I get anything I want for dinner (which was usually macaroni & cheese) and all the sugar a hyper kid can eat, or the parents can tolerate.
Only the holidays freak me out. Then I write the wrong date on everything for three months… and I’m good. Until another Halloween.
Commercialism: Macaroni and Cheese or Macaroni & Cheese.
Mrs. E2 and I are packing the cat in the car and heading south for the weekend for some time with the Fam. Wylie is generally good with the trip… he gets good drugs. In ways, I envy him.
Here’s a question for you. Take a moment and post an answer, one word will do.
If you could be an artist of some sort, (writer, musician, painter, etc.) and you knew you would be successful (whatever that means to you) what type of artist would you be?
Extra credit question: What would that scenario look like?
I’ll post my answer tomorrow, or the next day.
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An artist of some sort..hmmm. The idea of what successful is could take up numerous blgs, but for me it would mean that I impacted someone's life. To have the power to do that would be wonderful.
So, what medium, more than likely writing. Art is too subjective and personal. Too much of yourself in each piece. So I would have to say writer. With a pen name. Then be so wildly successful that the publisher would have to hire someone to impersonate me. Then I could be me, get all crazy and no one would say.."wow, remember when she was normal? Can't read her stuff now that she has gone off the deep end like Mel Gibson, Micheal Jackson and Anne Rice."
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