I was attempting to find a book by Knox Mcoy. All I could vaguely remember about the title is that it was about how not to make your marriage suck. I thought the search terms I used would take me to that book. I was wrong.
Cessna 208 A Caravan 675
First on my list is an airplane! I don't have a pilot's license yet, but I have taken the controls of a plane while in air before. If you were to buy me this for Christmas, I would take you and some friends up in the sky for sure. You'd just have to hope I had the intuition require to safely land this beast on to the ground (I've flown, but I have never landed). Oh, the places you'll go... with me.
Mini Cooper 1300
No, I don't want want one of those sissy Minis that Marky Mark sported duing the movie, The Italian Job. I'm talkin' about one of those sissy Minis the Brits drove during the 1960s. If yo could find one with the steering wheel on the right side of the vehicle, which would be the left side, that would be a big plus.
The Plaza Hotel
They say money can't buy history, but I disagree. Actually, I've never heard "they" say that, and I don't know if this joint is up for sale. Speaking of joints, this is the location where Bob Dylan introduced The Beatles to marijuana. It's also the locale where Kevin McCallister maxed out his parents' credit carts. A 75% stake of of this property was purchased for $570 million, so you should be able to purchase this easily for under a billion quid (Yes, I learned how to talk British while driving the Cooper). It's my dream to own and manage a hotel, and I might as well start with the best.
I have been reading Chad Hardwick's The Nerdist Way. In one of the chapters of the books, he discusses how you should plan your work life similar to a mall. Your day job would be the department store. It may be boring and generic, and you may not love it, but it brings in the bulk of the cash. You've also got your little specialty stores. This is your work that doesn't bring in a lot of money, but it's also more on your creative side. To know what stores you need to open, you need to know what jobs you have and what jobs you want.
My current day job: I don't hate the work (at least most of the time), but I don't love it either. It pays for all my bills plus some. It use to be a great fit for me, but the way my brain operates has changed during the last twelve years. I've gradually increased the usage of the right side of my brain.
Hotel management: I love to travel. One of the things that take up a majority of my prep time is choosing the right hotel to stay at. I am impressed by hotels that are the perfect package for me. I would like to do this for others. I would like to go above and beyond to make sure a hotel's guests have a memorable stay.
Music scout/promotor: I hate to brag, but I tend to notice popular music before it is popular. Don't ask me how, but I just tend to identify it. It would be such a thrill to assist these bands in obtaining the exposure they deserve. I could help Baywood get that record contract and nationwide tour that is so long overdue for them.
Dating concierge: Although my personal dating life is next to nonexistent at this time, I do have couples ask me to assist them in planning a date for themselves occasionally.
I've been on both sides of this conversation. Don't get lost in busyness.
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I've always dreamed of opening up a pizzeria. As a wannabe urbanite, the location of my pizza joint would in a downtown location. In addition to pizza and a full-bar, the restaurant would also offer a full coffee bar and bakery. This would allow traffic to flow into my establishment from the early hours in the morning to the latest hours at night. The pizza would be cooked in brick oven, exposed for all to see. The interior would be dimly lit. The walls would be the original brick. In addition to a dining area, there would be living room furniture scattered across the board. If you would like to eat your pizza on a couch, so be it!
I wouldn't require any of the employees to wear a uniform. They could wear whatever they please. All I ask of them is that they wear an apron, to differentiate them from the customers. They'd still be able to choose their own apron. A personable staff is a must.
Similar to some other establishments outside of Southeast Kansas, there would be many activities through out the week to bring people in; Game Night, Trivia Night, Karaoke Night, book reading clubs, and live music!
There are three things I like to do; plan, plan and plan. That may be an exaggeration, but I'm trying to stress that I am a planner. There is just something about knowing all the details before they happen that just makes me feel oh so secure. It doesn't matter how small or how large the event is, I just have to know what is going to happen. Even my job consists of constantly sending out production plans.
Saying all that? What can I remember from all those times that things went exactly as planned? Almost nothing. The most memorable moments of my live are from times that didn't go exactly as I had planned. They weren't pleasant experiences one hundred percent of the time, but something positive always came out of them. I was able to learn more about myself, the people I was with, and God.
Pslam 33:11 states, "but the plans of the Lord stand firm forever, the purposes of his heart through all generations." I'm thankful that God is willing to expose the cracks in my plans. It's at these times, I remember how dependent I am in Him, and also how good He is to me.
My most memorable Christmas will probably remain my worst Christmas ever. In 2004, the week leading up to Christmas, I began experiencing acute abdominal pain. I was in an out of the emergency room multiple times that week. I was finally admitted to the local hospital on Christmas Eve. I was misdiagnosed multiple times. I saw the Indian Tsunami on the tv in my hospital room on December 26. It broke my heart to see the devastation. I was somewhat selfish, because I was more concerned about how long I had to live. I had multiple unnecessary procedures done to me. I was finally transferred to Jane Phillips Center, where I was put under care of a specialist. I was properly diagnosed, and received the surgery I needed. I was opened up from the pelvic area up to my sternum. My epidrual was misplaced, so when I came out of surgery, I felt every bit of pain. I would not wish that pain on my worst enemy. Making matters worse, we soon found out that surgery was botched. I had to go through the same surgery again. In July of 2005, I was free from the hospital, and my body was functioning somewhat normally. The diet of ice-chips I was on in much of this eight month period turned my already slender body into just skin on top of bones.
Now that I got you all depressed, I walked away with much:
Jesus follower. Love music, baseball, theater, and traveling. Always up for a new adventure. Always ready to meet new friends.