Early in life I wanted to be a priest. Wanted it enough to spend six years in the seminary. it wasnt the crawling out of bed in the wee hours for Matins or Lauds that bugged me, I still have no issues with early rising, it was the life of a priest. People who don’t know, you have no idea. oh, sure, Diocesan priests lead an apparently cushy life, but the orders, especially the monastic orders, who exist out there on the thin edge of Christianity, those guys have a life you cannot possibly imagine unless you’ve lived it for a few years; I have. I’m not strong enough to do it, and I’m glad I figured that out before I took any permanent vows.

In the 90’s I wanted to be the only person Leo Buscaglia never hugged. Nuff said.

A year and change back, I just wanted to be able to sleep through the night without my hands waking me in screaming pain two or three times a night.

Now, I’d like the Zombie Apocalypse to begin, that I might hope to see it’s end prior to the end of my life, to know that my child will be safe.

And I’d really like a decent pair of American made shoes, which I’m going to be going here to get