J-BAR #18287 Posted September 22, 2011 Posted September 22, 2011 I had the same plan and the same problem (6'3") so I settled for being a pilot 6' 5.5" I feel your pain, especially in my knees.
Muleshoe Bill SASS #67022 Posted September 22, 2011 Posted September 22, 2011 At one point some 50 years ago, I did not figure to live to be more than 60. A few yers later, I pointed rifle at s fellow and he at one at me, ane we... did our best to end the tale for one or the other, I am still writing.Now, I figure if I can find a new job after being at this one for 32 years... I can make another career, if only a part time one.
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 hummm i'm still waitin ta grow up ... of corse my wife is too .... lol :lol: Now I know you two have not.. lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I actually wanted to grow up and be either a cowboy or architect! Well... I can at least pretend to be a cowboy...! Hey, Deja - you won the Cowboy Karma drawing~! I know.. I am so excited.. very cool.....
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 Already been a cowboy muh whole life.......just ain't bothered with growin' up. lol... growing up isn't that important when you are having fun.. lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 Wanted to be a doctor. Now I'm just a Doctor of Philosophy. You did dream big.. lol.. very cool.
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I wanted to be a mommy and Laura Ingalls Wilder I liked the cabin.. I must have moved my self in to that cabin a million times in my dreams.. lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 The safe bet was that I wouldn't survive growing up. ;) Lol.. I can relate to that.. After a few close calls in the river, and on the ice on the river, and then on horses.... I think my family considered bubble wrap.. lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I always wanted to be an archaeologist. Life kept getting in the way. Oh, man so cool.... I took a class and I wanted to do that.. At first it was a large animal vet but Dad voted it down cuz I was kinda small.... Then I feell in love with history and digs and caves and again those were voted down as they were more for men... So, I then went to art, voted down as a waste of time I am not taht good, and next was being a nurse.. and voted down my just life.... I was good at finance.. hated being good at that I wanted to do good for someone or a bunch of someones... For now I do what I am best at, and later I will do what is in my heart, helping people ..... Dad had this plan for all his little girls to get married and give him grand kids I think what the big problem for him..lol.... And I had this dream of adventure and living life to the last fresh smell of the outdoors... He gave up finally.. lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I wanted to be a cowboy... and I did it!! But I found it was more fun chasin' crooks than chasin' cows! So I cowboy'd part time... It's a great life! Tascosa Well Tascosas ya know how much I respect and love people like you...... While I am not as brave as being able to chase the crooks in real life, I could if they did threaten me or mine... But people like you.... you deserve all my respect ... Oh, and a thanks to the little ranch hand that cares for ya.. lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I always knew what I wanted to be and attained that... ...regarding being a cowboy - isn't it a way of life, a choice that one makes somewhere along the line? If so, I'm way beyond that point now, and I'm just glad I remember to show up when it happens! Lots of people never know. what they want to be... Being a part of SASS is the best..
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I just wanted to live.Would not have made if Cathy had not come along.Long nasty story.I have not grown up yet. Pitbulls.. you are very grown up and you have been a good friend here in the Saloon... Cathy is lucky to have you in her life "right back" .. lol.... And I bet she knows that already.. I know I consider myself much richer for knowing you and all the friends I have met here in the Saloon.
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 When I became a young lad of say fifteen or so, I decided that I wanted to be a gigolo. As I endeavored to follow my calling, I found that I did not have the equipment to be competitive in the field. I also lacked the appropriate experience and education to make the grade. I guess I found out about Spanish Bit Bobb and his ENZYTE too late in life. So, brother BMC;'s pray for reincarnation.. lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I can recall when very young laying in bed in night and being in mental turmoil . . . . . . for I could not decide . . . . . did I want to be a pirate or a cowboy ? ... and I could not make up my mind which I wanted to be Yeah.. the choice would be so easy if you would have shot a BB gun and put your eye out? lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I wanted to be a truck driver, football player, professional golfer, actor, preacher, Navy Seal, singer, Air Force pilot, policeman......but ended up where I am at ~ and love it Playin' cowboy - shootin' real 'irons' - meetin' great folks.....yup, I'm diggin' it for sure. GG ~ Dream big? lol... But simply live life? I was told once you cant force life, you just let it happen...
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 Grow up? Not me. About the only thing I can think of that I wanted to be was a veterinarian. Some one once used that to try to encourage me to study harder by saying "oh, you'll need lots of math for that." Being young, stupid, foolish, etc at the time, it had the opposite effect of effectively killing my dream of being a vet. Grizz Children are so fragile... and I am so sorry your dreams were smashed.. but you have done a great job of teaching your baby girl that life is for living.. lol....
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 "Life has a way of making the foreseeable that which never happens... and the unforeseeable that which your life becomes." - Everett Hitch Still waiting to see how this turns out. My first real calling was race car mechanic; wanted to quit college to go to mechanic's school in Dearborn. Dad talked me out of that one, arguing that I could always go back to it, but if I quit college, I might never finish. Of course, once you get through school (and get married in the process), it's hard to drop back and take a lower paying (but maybe more satisfying) path. I'm still more interested in the pits than the track. LL It is hard to watch a child become 4th in National Honor Society with all hard classes... and to know they have a high IQ.. but want to help people.. lol... Or race cars, or draw... Parents do mean the very best and they do believe you have lots of time to do what you want to do... all I can say is... and this is taken from a song.. "don't blink".... Life passes so fast...
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I wanted to be older. Now? Not so much. What happened to the days of 5 and a half, 10 and a half??? lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I wanted to be a professional baseball player. As a kid, I lived a breathed baseball....and I still am addicted (I watch waaaaaaay too much baseball on TV ). I actually was drafted and offered a contract (a "whole" $12,000 to pay rookie ball ), but I thought that "college thing" my parents were pushin' on me might be a "good idea." So, off to college and the rest is (sort of) history. I love to shoot and the cowboy thing is just icing on the cake for me. I'm also a history buff, so that part of the game intrigues me as well. And there's the people....... Chick So, did you make a farm team? Very cool.... And then you have Monday night football.. lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I dont know that I ever thought about it until I was quite a bit older. The military attrached me eary on but I didn't deal well with authority and a collection of Purple Hearts turned me in a different direction. I guess I really loved the edge, the edge of anything and so I tried a lot of different things but never really found my groove. Shooting, my wife of 42 years and the job that paid the bills seem to be the only constants in my life and I guess at least legaly I'm about grown up. I know what others thought I would grow up to be. In high school it was thought that I would end up on Death Row or at the very least in the Oregon State prison. In the Marine Crops my future was never bright for promotion but to get my Moma a nice folded flag was a different matter. Later I just heard the wispers about what they thought and acted as though I didn't care. I would have loved to have grown up to have friends that called and laughed but that never happened. You must be a friend to have a friend and I was much too busy to engage in the small talk that is required and so that part of life closed. I never really thought about "What or How of growing older" I just assumed that it would end badly somewhere along the line in a cold dark corner of the planet and I suppose thats just whats going to happen. Except now I'm more of a canidate for a Nursing Home than a long fall and a hard landing. 12 Rebs// I have not been a really lucky person in life... But I do have friends, because I love people. It is as simple as that... The best part of life is friends and someone to share life and its fun with.... you have your wife for taht part, so I would asy you are batting 75% right there.. and if you shoot you have friends...... Small talk if not needed, large talk it about guns, ammo, how did you do today and did ya have fun... We may not be as pretty as we were at 16.. lol.. but we are just as nice... and just as much fun. I have a very good friend who i am happy to just sit on the sofa with an listen to him talk or watch him laugh at TV when he does not feel well as I am at hiking a mountain or crawling in a cave.... (long story there)...lol.. Anyhow... having him as a pal has become very important to me. It is like having a part of you sitting by you to talk ot. He gets me, and accepts me for all my pitfalls and there are a ton of those... I am so FARRRRRRRRRRRRR from prefect.. lol... The point is... you have so much more than others have and you dont' know it.. is what God told me one night... I think that night I was at the lowest I have ever been in my life. I was so sure I would never be able to live like other people get to live. I was scared, along, had a job but I was afraid to go to that job.... And God spoke to my heart.. No I did nto hear this voice, sorry to report.. nor did the angels speak to me.. wish they would... God told me you can live your life like a chicken or you can live your life.... I picked the later... It did cost me.. but I do live my life... I can tell you too can live your life.. .
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 Howdy, Wanted to be a Marine since I was 10. Joined at 18, spent 20 years. Job was great, Marines were greater, Marine Corps, like all bureaucracies, had good things and bad things. Been retired now almost as long as I was in. Had a lot of acquiantances but no friends. Merlot (my bride of 34 years) discovered this game in 2005. I started in 2006. Now I have friends and people I can rely on when I might need help. Closest I felt to being part of something since I retired from the Marines. Never played cowboy much when I was younger, but it's fun now. Shakey Thanks Shakeys.. proud to know you and Ms. Merlot.. Deja
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I wanted to be John Wayne. I believed in what he said and what he stood for. Bravery is being scared to death and saddling up anyway. If you got a whipping coming, take it like a man. Stand up for what is right, tell it like it is, never lie, Have the courage to stand for what you believe in. It's got me fired from jobs more than once. How was I supposed to know that the real world doesn't work that way? By the time I learned that lesson, it was to late to change and I didn't want to. I may be stupid, I may be broke, but I'll still stand up with grit teeth when I think a principle is involved. Bugs Bugs.. Stupid?? lol.. Ah.. nope not one tiny little bone in your body is that.. geesh.... You live your life so every day you can look in the mirror and go.. "yep there is a man with principle.....
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I thought I would be a grown up! Thankfully I was wrong. rotfl....
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I was going to be an astronaut but I got too big to fit in a capsule. Probably just as well. Turns out I don't like heights... Besides you can't wear that hat in a space capsule.. lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 I never thought I would live long enough to grow up. Still trying to prove that theory. A test I took in high school told me I would be a teacher of mechanical things. Thought that test was a pile o crap. I wanted to be a professional race car driver. Found out I wasn't good enough to be hired by someone, and I was too broke to pay myself to drive. So many years later, here I sit in my classroom, teaching automotive technology. Yikes.. sort of Deja Vu? lol
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 Wanted to be a drummer in a rock-n-roll band. Did it fer 25 years, but just locally. Made a living but never got to the top where I wanted to go. Rye The top of????? If people like to hear you play Ryes, you are at the top....
Deja Vous Posted September 22, 2011 Author Posted September 22, 2011 At one point some 50 years ago, I did not figure to live to be more than 60. A few yers later, I pointed rifle at s fellow and he at one at me, ane we... did our best to end the tale for one or the other, I am still writing.Now, I figure if I can find a new job after being at this one for 32 years... I can make another career, if only a part time one. Isn't it odd how some think they will not live so long.. and others plan on forever? My family was pretty sure i would die young cuz I had few fears. today my fear factor is still lower for my age I have been told. Dad said I was aways undersized and under aged for my age.. lol... so I guess that is true if he said so? lol Our generation will do a lot of careers.. but the next one will do many more. So did our fathers.. from farmers or miners to factory workers or civil servants or soldiers... life is a changing enity... I will never stop working at something..
Henry Heck Posted September 22, 2011 Posted September 22, 2011 Oddly enough, I got to be exactly what I wanted to be. I wanted to be a soldier, and I wanted to be a cowboy. I wanted to be a soldier, so I went and became one. After coming home in '04, I found that society bored me, so I went back to what I knew: ranch work. Between building log homes and working with horses I made a living. It took me until 08, and meeting my wife, to really settle down and stop rambling. Took myself a good factory job, and settled. I like to think I got it out of my system, and I tell her that, but sometimes I see a bunch of hands cutting mares from foals, or a few young colts jumping about the paddock, and get the itch all over again. From time to time I step outside on the right nights, the moon's sitting just so, and I get a smell of woodsmoke from someone's stove, and I can feel a pull at my heart. And you can bet the better half knows. I pretend to fool her, and she pretends to be fooled, but we both know. It was tough living, and the pay wasn't no count, but it was mighty satisfying. I do believe, later in my life, that those four years might be my favorite memories. Cold, wet, miserable, and frustrating as they were from time to time, it was good, honest work. There's a lot to be said for that, regardless of the pay.
Pack Saddle Slim, SASS #73122 Posted September 22, 2011 Posted September 22, 2011 Wanted to go into ranching, but my dad talked me out of it. Said the days of the small rancher were just about over and most couldn't make it without a second income. Unfortunately, the old guy was right.
Mack Hacker, #60477 Posted September 22, 2011 Posted September 22, 2011 I had the same plan and the same problem (6'3") so I settled for being a pilot You guys are taking me way back. In the 60's, I wrote computer software used in the Apollo spacecraft flight simulator. One of my areas of concern was accounting for the weight of each item in the craft at any point in the mission. (Remember Apollo 13 when they got the mass too light by not taking into account that there were no moon rocks on board?) Any way, I remember the model of an astronaut that we used in the software was a "right circular cylinder, 5'6" long and 18" in diameter". The first time 3 of them walked into a room with me, I almost broke up laughing thinking about that model.
Mack Hacker, #60477 Posted September 22, 2011 Posted September 22, 2011 Actually, as I remember, the only 3 goals I had when I graduated from college were to make $25K/yr, live in a brick house and own an Oldsmobile. Here I am with Social Security paying me the $25K, unable to sell the brick house because of a tanked housing market and they don't even make Oldsmobiles anymore. I do have the memory of that red 4-4-2 convertible to hang on to.
Jack Houston # 35508 Posted September 23, 2011 Posted September 23, 2011 I was a High School Football/Baseball star. Dreamed of either being a Dallas Cowboy or New York Yankee!! Got to Collage and barely made the Junior Varsity in both sports Got to partying too much , quit school and instead of ending up being drafted and being sent to Vietnam I joined the Navy. ^ months later woke up on a Bass Boat with machine guns in the Mekong Delta
DocWard Posted September 23, 2011 Posted September 23, 2011 Yeah, I think Mrs. Doc would also agree I haven't grown up either. What did I want to do when I became an "adult?" A pilot. Preferably in the Air Force, flying anything... Fighters (preferably A-10s), but even C-130s or whatever. Or as a bush pilot, or something where I could fly small planes. Never wanted to fly the airline jets though, although if I could spend my life flying around in first class... There was a point in time where I wanted to play football, but my dad's views on sports sidelined that. Long story, and probably worth a Mercedes to a psychologist.
Abilene Slim SASS 81783 Posted September 23, 2011 Posted September 23, 2011 I never figured it out. I'm still looking for ideas... I wanted to go to the Air Force Academy and fly airplanes, but a hearing loss shut that down when I took the physical. I learned to fly some years later, but that's another story. But if I'd known then what I know now and could do it all over, I'd be an aviation accident investigator. When I was 6 years old, we were stationed in Iwakuni, Japan where my dad was a pilot and ops officer for VQ-1, which was then flying the relatively new A3D Skywarrior. There was a training accident that resulted in the loss of an aircraft and crew and my dad was the lead in the accident investigation. One day dad took me on an errand to a hangar where he had left some tools. There I saw the wreckage of the plane laid out on the hangar floor as they were piecing it back together. When dad told me what they were doing, I thought that fascinating and the image has stuck with me since. After examining the wreckage they figured it out, but I wouldn't know or understand the story until some years later. At 6 years old, one hasn't any idea you could make a living at that. I discovered that too late in life. I still read everything I can about that stuff. Might seem ghoulish to some, but I find it fascinating that you can figure out what caused an accident when there's not much to go on. No regrets on any level how my life turned out though. It's been an exhilarating ride and continues to be so!
Deja Vous Posted September 23, 2011 Author Posted September 23, 2011 Oddly enough, I got to be exactly what I wanted to be. I wanted to be a soldier, and I wanted to be a cowboy. I wanted to be a soldier, so I went and became one. After coming home in '04, I found that society bored me, so I went back to what I knew: ranch work. Between building log homes and working with horses I made a living. It took me until 08, and meeting my wife, to really settle down and stop rambling. Took myself a good factory job, and settled. I like to think I got it out of my system, and I tell her that, but sometimes I see a bunch of hands cutting mares from foals, or a few young colts jumping about the paddock, and get the itch all over again. From time to time I step outside on the right nights, the moon's sitting just so, and I get a smell of woodsmoke from someone's stove, and I can feel a pull at my heart. And you can bet the better half knows. I pretend to fool her, and she pretends to be fooled, but we both know. It was tough living, and the pay wasn't no count, but it was mighty satisfying. I do believe, later in my life, that those four years might be my favorite memories. Cold, wet, miserable, and frustrating as they were from time to time, it was good, honest work. There's a lot to be said for that, regardless of the pay. I don't think it ever goes away. I spent many nights out with cattle and horses as a child. And the harvest time brought a harvest orange moon that made me forget the crispy coldness of the night as I lay in the dark dreaming of spring. Being from the midwest we did dairy, beeters and horses and Dad used me like a son cuz I love the outdoors. In AZ I spent time with a pal over on a ranch up around New River and Rock Springs AZ. I forgot the heat, the rain the wind.. as we looked for calved.. roped and worked our way back to camp. True enough the guys took care of me like a little sister .. I was not allowed to be in the middle of danger unless it was unexpected of course. But they showed me the fun, warm side of a great AZ night in the desert.. The coyotes, the cattle, horses, and friendships over a nice campfire .. They taught me to head, never was worth a darn in heeling.. lol... I could give 4 in one shots to horse, worm them in a heart beat and frim their feet.. shoe, uh well no.. I was not strong enough for that.. The best parts of life often are cold, wet, and scarey at times... As we age we learn to respect life I guess and enjoy t he little things.. Darn good thing we had out time or what would we dream about? lol
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