Detassling - Bane of My Existence

Out of all the jobs I have ever held, my most hated would have to be detassling. I only ever detassled for one year and it was the lowest paying generally worst job I have ever had the displeasure to hold.
As if the burning of ten thousands suns wasn't enough, pollen in the eyes, wet heavy clothes, cuts from the sharp corn leaves. Generally the job just makes you want to kill yourself.
If would have to hold this job for 50 years I doubt I would be alive. I wouldn't make enough to pay the bills and I would most likely be on some anti-suicide medication. My arms would be scarred and blistered from all the sunburn blisters and cuts from the corn. I would probably be chaffing everywhere due to the soaked clothes. No doubt I would also hate my crew boss, so I just may be in jail for murder by that time. Actually I'll probably own the detassling company of the world as I will call it. And it shall be all powerful. And rule over the land for many season.

Plastic Horse Rampage

When I was a child, my favorite toy was at my good grandmother's house. It was a plastic horse set on a metal frame with springs on it for an authentic galloping feel. We would play on it forever, pretending to be cowboys and Indians. With out guns. Or maybe we were out to save the whole population with a cure for AIDS. Who knows? We were awesome. When I say "we" I'm most likely referring to me, my brother, and Rudy Litwiller(cousin extraordinaire)

We had some good times, we could basically do whatever we wanted at my grandma's. That why grandparents are so awesome. And she cooked wonderful food like pizza burgers or delicious spaghetti. Enough to fuel us in our Indian chasing, Africa saving, adventures on the plastic horse.

Dear Child

I hope you aren't living the shadow of me. I can see how it would be rather hard to live up to the greatness of your father. But do not worry, with a lot of work, you have a very small chance of getting there. I can't guarantee that you will even reach that point if you work all your life.

If anything I hope you are adequate enough to care for me when I am old and decrepit. Not that I will ever actually reach that stage, but in the chance that I do. I would like you to be mediocre enough to provide some care for me. But if you even dare stick me in a nursing home, I WILL go Jackie-Chan on your little tush. Trust me, I don't care how old I am... I will get angry enough to beat you.

Moreover, have fun in your mediocrity.

Dreaming

I once had a dream about this one thing. It was pretty awesome and I never wanted to wake up from it. It was probably the coolest dream ever. But seriously, I never remember any of my dreams unless they were really bad and scary ones, and normally you want to wake up from them.

So let me sit here and try to recall one of my past dreams... that was a good dream. Well there was this one dream I had a while ago. A long while, probably when I was in 5th or 6th grade. I had watched the olllld Chronicles of Narnia movies(circa 1985) and the one that I watched had this Queen who wore emerald green robes.
In my dream, it was spring outside and the weather was beautiful, we were sitting on this magical park bench that just appeared in my yard. And we were *blush* holding hands. Everything was dandy and perfect, I'm not sure we were even talking just sitting there and being really cute and stuff. So I looked towards her direction and she leaned close to me. (If this was real life, at that time I would of probably got up and ran away) So she leaned in close and kissed me on the lips. I woke up right after she did that.

She has been in a few of my dreams since then. None of them I feel are very appropriate to be shared here on my blog.