I've been tagged!

Well, how about that? I got Tagged by ChickyBabe! Being an insecure and needy bugger, I was hoping to be tagged by someone. So a heartfelt thank you goes out to my best blogging friend in Oz. Come to think of it, my ONLY blogging friend in Oz. Not that I’m complaining. In fact, I don’t think I could have asked for a better and creative friend who I’ll never possibly meet in real life! Sort of like an imaginary friend, but a lot less imaginary.

I used to have an imaginary friend, his name was Jogurt. I don’t know why. He was from Hawaii…maybe that’s the most exoctic Hawaiian name I could come up with as a wee little one. My dad almost killed him once by shutting the car door on him.

Back to my previous train of thought, being tagged.

The rules are simple when you're tagged. You get to choose 5 items from the following list to write about. Then you get to tag 3 lucky people to continue the meme.

If I could be a scientist…
If I could be a farmer…
If I could be a musician…
If I could be a doctor…
If I could be a painter…
If I could be a gardener…
If I could be a missionary…
If I could be a chef…
If I could be an architect…
If I could be a linguist…
If I could be a psychologist…
If I could be a librarian…
If I could be an athlete…
If I could be a lawyer…
If I could be an inn-keeper…
If I could be a professor…
If I could be a writer…
If I could be a llama-rider…
If I could be a bonnie pirate…
If I could be an astronaut…
If I could be a world famous blogger…
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world…
If I could be married to any current famous political figure…

Here it goes…

If I could be a scientist, I’d be a hunk in my white lab coat.

. I’d be like the scientists in the old Far Side cartoons. The ones writing weird and wacky equations on the board when EUREKA! I discover some amazing theorem that will have a worldwide impact on the scientific world. I would probably goof off a lot, but with an even higher concentration of nerd humor than I use now. With an emphasis on having creative fun, I’d be inspired to let myself loose to think outside the box. I’d also go on the lecture circuit and talk about what has been discovered in my lab. I’d probably study sound, technology, and emotion. And when we weren’t in difficult experiments there would be Al Green playing in the background of my lab. Because 70s soul and science go hand in hand.

If I could be a musician (more so than I am now), my band would be my second family. Neither Craig nor I had a brother so in a way this is already true. We’d both be hunks in our leather pants behind our guitars. We would have a blast in the studio except when we didn’t. But most of the time we would. We would take our music seriously but not ourselves. Our stage show would be mostly intense but also a lot of fun to watch and be in. We would pour ourselves out through our music but also goof off a lot. We’d purposefully design our stages in every tour to afford us the maximum of physical creativity as well as musical creativity. We would record a stellar first CD that was loved by all the critics but a mediocre (at best) sophomore effort which would be panned worldwide by the critics (but would still be a blast to record). Then, having the Sophomore slump out of the way, we’d move on to a long and illustrious career. We’d constantly listen to different musical styles on the tour bus and at home and this diversity would come across in our music. We’d always challenge ourselves to be different but not pressure ourselves to sound like anything in particular, thereby guaranteeing that we always sound like us. Most of all, we’d enjoy the ride while it lasted, spending and saving money wisely so we didn’t have to pump gas for a living if the ride came to a premature end. As a family, we would love each other, encourage each other, and tolerate each other. We’d work together creatively as well as interpersonally as well as business-ally.

If I could be a gardener, I’d be a gardner at Neverland Ranch. Then I’d write a tell-all about Michael Jackson.

OK, let’s try that again. If I could be a gardener, I’d be a horticulturist at a National Park (probably Yellowstone). I would spend my days mostly outdoors. I’d be a hunk in my National Park Uniform, all rugged and fit with legs that showed off my experience and time on the trails. I would study plants and the environment spending time with God in nature. At some point, I’d come across a tourist being threatened by a black bear and I’d be a hero because I knew the bear and could speak “Bear” with an accurate accent reflecting the dialect of the Yellowstone National Park Black Bear Tribe. You see, the bear and I had become good friends and actually met up with each other every Tuesday evening for fresh berries and coffee (I’d bring the coffee, Molly the Bear would bring the berries. Oh, the laugh’s we’d had over calling the berries “Bear-ies”! She always did have quite the wit, that Molly.) We’d discussed the photography of Ansel Adams (he was why Molly relocated to Yellowstone in the first place) and both enjoyed the writings of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Dorothy Parker. Lately, we’d both had lively discussions about the growth of Harry Potter throughout the books and how many great qualities and traits the books taught both young children and young bears.

Thanks, ChickBabe, for inviting me out to play. I had a great time.

Everyone I read has been tagged, so it looks like this game is playing itself out.

See you soon?