My Destiny

So it has been brought to my attention that I have been ignoring my true profession in life. And once I realized this, I saw that I have all the characteristics of this job.

So my awesome friend Tammy bought me a rice krispy treat from Pirates Fish & Chips on Saturday while I was at work. And while I was smelling my rice krispy treat and stating that it smelled like the fair (greasy and sweet at the same time), my friend Jamie told me I was a carny. It all falls into place now. My destiny in life!

Reasons why I am a carny:
Favorite foods:


Favorite place to go:

(The State Fair)

Favorite books?:
(Really, really good and really sad. True story.)

Book I have on hold from the library:

Favorite Disney movie:
In conclusion, if Bart and Homer can become carnies, so can I!!

And this may be my favorite new blog.

And the motto for the rest of my life:

"Carnies are born, they can't be made. The Carnival Industry has always been made up of a certain type of person. That personality is a transient by nature, not materialistic, existing for the moment. These people do it for the love of it, they need to keep moving, dreaming, living just for this day, tomorrow comes tomorrow." - from my new favorite blog.

Wait, this one is even better.... "While all my friends were going to college…getting married…having kids…I was on the road…living in Carny land, seeing the country…living one day at a time." How does this blog person know me so well????

Here's another one: "I’ve been working on my resume, it’s a little tough, and what do I write? “Professional Carny”."