“Don’t lose your dinosaur”
Posted May 1, 2010on:
Last night, while enjoying a few Tanqueray and tonics with the boyfriend and our roommate, we decided to watch the movie, “Stepbrothers” with Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly. Hilarious movie, but don’t expect a legitimate plot line. It’s packed full of fantastic one-liners and really ridiculous scenes. If you’re a fan of that humor, please Netflix that immediately.
If you haven’t seen the movie, it’s about two men in their early forties who basically never grew up. Their parents married each other, and the two did not get along until they realized they have a common interest in “nuddie mags”, kung fu, and a man crush on John Stamos. Anyways, as the story moves along, the two men are forced to grow up and move out of their parents’ house and go their separate ways. When they reunite, they have grown up, but also lost their quirky antics. It’s at this time when the father/stepfather character tells a story about a time when he wanted to be a dinosaur when he grew up. When he grew up and became a famous doctor, he realized he obviously cannot be a dinosaur and thus became a “boring grown-up.” The moral of the story is “don’t lose your dinosaur.” Meaning, that just because you grow up… don’t lose your passion for life!!!
The reason I brought this up is because this scene made me think of my pal Amanda’s post yesterday in which one of the questions she asked of us readers was “What was the very first thing you wanted to be when you grew up?” It’s fun to think of what our hopes and dreams were back in our sandbox and swing set days and chuckle at how our path has changed. My answer back when I was 5 was “janitor.” This was because in kindergarten, we had a janitor named Sophie. Sophie was the sh*t. She talked to all of us during lunch, brought us our milk at snack time, and knew us all by name. The fact that twenty years later I still remember her means that she was a pretty big deal to me. So I wanted to be like her.
Now, I have since realized that I am NOT a fan of cleaning toilets and little kid puke, so I’ve changed my mind about the janitor career. But I believe that because of that, I’ve always wanted to go into some sort of helping profession, possibly with kids. And after I (finally) finish school, I’ll get that dream career. I talked about this with my coworkers last night, too. My boss told us that when she was little, she wanted to be a vet. I know she didn’t end up going to school for any sort of science concentration (I think), but I know she still has a huge heart for animals as a result.
So, what’s your “dinosaur?” Are you living it?