
I love movies: Going to movies, watching movies, renting movies, and even enjoying the camaraderie that comes from screaming and laughing together at a really bad horror film. But I don’t go out and buy each movie I have enjoyed. The likelihood of me watching the same film over and over again is pretty slim. However, there does come a movie that changes my mindset, a movie that makes me want to watch it over and over again. A movie that I will pay the full $19.99 price just to own it (which is saying a lot since I usually wait until things are on a Friday after Thanksgiving kind of sale). The film that I am talking about is Juno. I truly loved this movie! It made me laugh and laugh and laugh. Even when I think about it, I laugh. It was just incredibly witty that I wanted to have the actress, whatever her names is, narrate my life.
Sometimes I wonder what my life narrator would sound like. Would it be like Scrubs and Grey's Anatomy? What if I just hired someone to walk around like my shadow and just narrate aloud about my life or the scenario I was just in? Hmm... I think I need to try that out. Literally have someone walk behind me like my shadow with a camera, following my every move. Oh wait, isn't that what reality tv is supposed to be? But imagine, someone else describing your life...what on earth would they see that you don't? They say friends see the things you don't want to see. Who would be your narrator? Who could be mine? Any takers?
Sitting on my couch, I took a good stretch of my legs and feet. Crack crack went my bones. No, they didn’t break but boy were they loud! A few minutes later the cracking is heard again. Darn toes. I barely moved and there it went again. So I can safely say that my career as a spy is certainly over. Darn it!
Well, ok I wasn’t a spy to begin with but now that dream is not even an option. My feet crack too much and too loud that there would be no way for me to sneak around and put a sleeper hold on them. So then I got to thinking of the sleeper hold I would never be able to put on an enemy or my husband if need be (which probably is not be a good idea now that I think about it because then I would have to take care of the kids on my own and well that is a lot of work)….Where was I? Oh yes, the sleeper hold. You can’t do the sleeper hold with my puny arms and that lead me to think of what other dreams will be whisked away because my body does not have the skills or the make to pull a certain job off…
Pool hustler: I write with my right hand but I apparently shoot pool with my left. And them the whole lying thing is difficult. I can’t even take credit for soup I bring for potluck. I tell everyone it’s from a can even though no one would ever know the difference.
Gymnast: There goes my day of jumping on trampolines and flipping around. My head hurts as if something is jiggling inside when I jump (that’s why no jumping-jacks either). Besides, I am not very flexible… although hubby doesn’t seem to complain about my stretches. J
Maid: Life long dream to clean comes to an end with my allergies. Dusting is dangerous to my health.
Astronaut: Did you know you have to have perfect vision? Ok, that I do have but it didn’t come naturally. Do I really want to take the chance of my eyes popping out due to Lasik and lack of gravity? I think not.
Stripper: A true working-hard-for-her-money stripper. High-heals aren’t my thing. After a while, they have to come off because my calves ache like a Charlie horse (and why is it called a Charlie horse). You need the heels to have the height (which I am already lacking) in order to be seen from afar. Too bad. I have some pretty good moves I’d like to try on a pole…
I am sure there are many many more…
What specialties has your flawed body cost you?