When I was in 4th grade I remember deciding I was going to be a lawyer when I grew up. Pretty sure it was heavily influenced by the Perry Mason re-runs (yes, re-runs I am not THAT old). But somewhere I changed my mind. And pretty much from the first argument I had with my husband he has said “you really missed your calling. You should have been a lawyer’. So it was no surprise to me when I took this on-line quiz that these were the results for a career choice based on my answers.
Who knows. Maybe I could fit in law school in between PTA and Football practice? Ya know…cuz I got all this free time on my hands now that I became a SAHM. Sarcasm people. Sarcasm.














{ 9 comments… read them below or add one }
Whoa. I got Law too. That surprises me, since my career before kids was in medical research. Guess we both missed our calling.
I thought the quiz was difficult. Lots of black and white questions. I felt very gray.
I got art, which is way out in deep left.
But I can totally see yours… except the “pestering” part… but then again, I’m not a Football Mom with you. :D
;) I kid, I kid. Love ya!
Hey, maybe this can help with your neighbor situation! If they pester again just say “I’ll have you know I’m an ‘On-Line Lawyer’ and statute blobbity-blop says…”
I’m sure you can think of something!
I got law too. Not at all me. Hmmm?
Quiz is too funny.
Involved with Law….until I changed the college question from University. Now I’m Beauty!
Must be the sensitive side of me shining thru :)!
wow that’s pretty cool! So why didn’t you go on to be a lawyer?
I wanted to be a nurse when I was growing up until the sight of blood grossed me out now that I’m a mother the kids have had all sorts of icky accidents etc *sigh* – I could’ve been a nurse afterall…
I got Design Arts which is weird since I’m so not creative.
The thing must be broken – it said I was suited for a job in beauty. Umm…there’s a reason I won’t post my picture on the Net – I don’t want to break it. The Net, I mean…
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
SCIENCE! Can’t you just hear the Thomas Dolby? poetry in motion . . .