What would you be doing...

Whooooo hoooo! Though I'd have to make sure you dealt with the bridezillas. I can't deal with a bunch of whiny chicks that wanna stir up drama.

 

I can be kind of a stickler for the details as well, but event planner probably wasn't going to work, ya know?

 

I haven't read the entire thread, so I don't know where it is going presently, but before I became an English major - which led to my journalism career, I was a religion major studying to be a pastor (insert lame joke here).
So, I guess I would probably be a pastor somewhere. My dad is a pastor, as is my sister and brother-in-law, so it wouldn't be totally out of the realm of possibility, but I never really saw myself being anything other than a pastor or a journalist, once I figured out I was a good writer.
I wanted to be a missionary growing up, but once I started visiting other countries I realized I couldn't live in an uncivlized place. I don't mind going to them for a couple of weeks at a time, but I couldn't live there.

 

... Plus, I don't think event planners like to listen to Rush like you do.

 

I may have to hit you up for advice in the fall. I helped coach a U5 girls soccer team this spring and it was a disaster. We are going to coach them again this fall in the U6 league and I am thinking we may need to be better prepared.

 

I kid you not, but that's exactly what I was doing when reading that, expect it was an inch thick slice of cheese.

 

Thanks for the mental imagery, guys.

 

Pimpin'.
Is AMR going to have to choke a bitch?
Seriously, though, my other degree was in poli sci, so probably something with that.

 

Teaching. I was in a mentoring program once and helped kids to learn to read. It was pretty cool.

 

dizzy also once said while the camera panned to the crowd, focusing on a young couple kissing it up during a baseball game: "he kisses her on the strikes and she kisses him on the balls." or something to that effect.

 

i'd grow weed. lots and lots of weed and only sell bulk to the schmucks that sell to the schmucks who sell to average street dealers.

 

I would probably be working at the sewer plant in my hometown.

No lie. I applied for an analysis job at the wasterwater treatment plant and almost accepted it before I got my first weekly gig.