My Dino

A few years ago I asked for a MIG welder for Christmas. I know laugh all you want to but I still want one.

I have always had these urges to create. For some reason I got this idea that I was going to construct this huge dinosaur out of scrap metal and junk that I had found around. I started dragging stuff home and Corey's eyes kept getting bigger. I didn't get the welder so I stopped "kinda" bringing stuff home. If I see something cool I will throw it in the back of the truck still.

My dinosaur was going to be tall. I was going to have to have a ladder maybe even a boom to fully construct it. I ain't talking about no little thing! I was going to decorate it with little junk too. The things you throw away. It was going to be a lifetime project to share with my kids, the fun of going to yard sales and digging through other people's stuff (you like that don't you April B!). People were going to know about my dinosaur and bring stuff to me or even call me and say hey, I am throwing this or that away you want it? There use to be this guy at First Monday (big redneck flea market) that had this HUGE pile of scrap. I thought he was the man! He may still be there, I haven't been since I was a little girl.

People were going to drive for miles and take their picture with my dinosaur. It will be on postcards, T-shirts, magazine covers all over the place. People would write stories about me, want my picture, want me to have interviews with them. News crews would come, I am not talking about the "Hey did you hear about that weird woman that lives in Milan that is building a dinosaur?" either. I was going to be famous! Not in death though, why do all "great" artist become great when they are dead?

Then after my dinosaur is complete, I would make mini replicas and people would want them too. Just to have a little piece of Brandy and her art.

Alas I don't have a welder, don't have a scrap yard, or a dinosaur being constructed in my back yard. I am pretty sure I am that weird woman though.

I always dream big. I don't stop at hey lets build a dinosaur as a family, its "HEY lets conquer the world with our dinosaur!" I hope my girls dream big, take those dreams and run with them. I want them to build a lifetime piece and be that weird person too. It doesn't have to be a dinosaur it can be a goal, simple as that. A goal to be more than just that woman that does the same thing e-v-e-r-y s-i-n-g-l-e day. Come on spice it up! Are you dreaming? Are you dreaming big enough? Everyone always says set reasonable goals...why? Reach for the stars or least make your dinosaur tall enough to reach them...Until then

Keep (welding) Rockin