The title of my last blog is a line from a John Fogerty song, "Rock and Roll Girl". Mr B and I went to the John Mellencamp/John Fogerty concert when I was 8 months pregnant. Miss F loved it. In fact, she really likes classic rock. Her toes got to tapping like mad the other morning listening to "Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow" by Fleet Mac. Either she likes classic rock or she was remembering the Clinton years.
I want to be a postal worker. I want to deliver mail. My job is not bad. I enjoy it. I like the kids. There are a few management headaches but there always will be. However, I think it would be so nice to walk along, listening to my iPod or chatting on the phone with my girl posse, waving at neighbors, patting dogs on the head and delivering the mail. Is that so wrong? I'd be soooo skinny!
Those of you with blogs. I read 'em. I promise. I just haven't been commenting as much. Keep writing. I enjoy them so much.
2 comments:
You forgot to list the sexy uniform and pith helmet as a reason you want to be a mail carrier!
You know what job would also be great? A plant waterer! Every week a lady comes to our office from this "plant care company" and cut off dead leaves, turns them towards the sun, perhaps fertilizes, and waters them. No voice mails, no emails and what in the world could be your management issues??? And we all say hi to her because who doesn't love plants?
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