Daydreaming (Is that one word or two?)

So I've been daydreaming about something over the last couple of weeks. This is different from my daydreaming about being a regular on SNL -like I'm that funny. Or when I was convinced I could be a rapper when I was 17 and actually started writing and practicing my rhymes-in my head of course. I also bought some beeswax and dreaded my hair. After a little while I realized that a rapping, white girl with dreadlocks may not fly so well in our culture (or any culture for that matter, except of course Japan cause their f$#&ing crazy...) Some of you don't know this about me. But I have large dreams of doing some wacky shit.

What I've been daydreaming about as of late is being a professional B Boxer (beatboxer). In my head I fantasize about meeting a really good beatboxer who could take me under his wing and critique me and help me achieve my b boxing potential. I then picture joining up with a group of street b boxers and traveling with them and showcasing our talents at some large event (like we're the Cirque Du Soleil or something...which I did want to join at some point. I thought with the right diet and exercise routine, the Hub didn't think it was a good idea.)

The art of B Boxing has totally crowded my thoughts and so I've been practicing a lot. My kids really seem to dig it and it makes them crack up in laughter (of course they're probably laughing at me as my husband was internally but was doing a very nice job at containing it as I told him this secret desire last night before bed.)

Don't be surprised if you see my ass on a street sign or you actually see me with a group of people on a corner somewhere. Just say "hey" and feel free to stop and listen. Of course currently I'm too scared to actually do it in front of people except my kids so don't expect to see me or the signs soon of course. But keep your eyes open in the next 5 years or so.

If you are interested in trying your hand (mouth) at b boxing click Here.