When I grow up I want to be...A paste eater

Today, I had to explain to my young co-workers what the item above is and was.  They had no idea.  It seems like yesterday that I remember the pink wheel and using it.  I used it with vigor.  I loved school supplies and I loved sitting at my desk using them.  Occasionally, on art day(way before ENCORE CLASSES), the art teacher would come and she would give us each a slab of paste.  Loved the paste.  It came in a big white jar and it tasted like peppermint.  I ate it every time she gave me a slab.  My friend told me that I shouldn't eat the paste because my lungs were going to stick together.  That sounded way too far fetched for me so I kept on eating the paste.In middle school, the didn't have slabs of paste on scratch paper.  I added years to my life I guess. I loved my big fat red red number two pencil and my tablet.  I would try and keep the cover of my tablet clean, neat and without smudges.


Earlier in the week, I had to explain the "Whitney" thing to the same co-workers.  They didn't remember the "Whitney" thing.  They were about six months old then.  They didn't remember the Super Bowl and her singing, her break out album.  Zilch.  I even went to see her in concert at the Civic Arena in Pittsburgh, Pa with my parents.


Damn, I felt so old.  
And one of the co-workers asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.  Hello, I am almost 51.  I am grown up.  I even get AARP magazine.  Was he serious?  I had an eraser wheel for goodness sake and got slabs of paste once every other week, I am old.  


And he asked again and said, seriously, you still dream about it don't you?
Yes, I do. 
If I could go get ANY job in the whole world today, here are my top three choices.

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1.  Yes, I would want to be Mary Poppins.  I don't care if I would be on Broadway, waving to the crowd in Disney World with that tiny, tiny waist and lovely outfit, I would want to be Mary Poppins.
2.  The Crap Buyer.  You know when you go into a sports bar or a Ruby Tuesday and they have all that stuff on the walls, I want to be the one who shops and buys it.  How much fun would that be?  You should for old stuff for a living with someone else's money.  Sign me up.
3.  Bed and Breakfast Expert Reviewer.  I would like to have my own show where I travel around the world and visit only Bed and Breakfasts and review them.  I don't really even care for Breakfast but I know I would be good at this job.


That is it.  Any of those three, I would be happy.  And yes, I still dream.  And as I thought about his question, I was amused.  When I was eating paste, I wanted to be a mailman that walked to deliver the  mail or a librarian.  Later,I wanted to be  in radio.  Isn't funny how you end up and where you end up?


If it wouldn't be for this blog, I wouldn't be working with a young kid who never saw an eraser wheel.  He would never have met anyone who actually saw Whitney Houston in concert.  I would never have had the blog if I didn't have a kid.  If didn't stop eating paste, I wouldn't have lived to have the kid.  Funny how things turn out and funny what you turn out to be.