My mom grew up in a house full of boys. Out of 8 children, there were only 2 girls. You can imagine that she was a tomboy. Actually, she was the very picture of a tomboy. Broke her nose playing baseball. Got in fights protecting her sister and brother's honor (in those days, being Native American was not accepted. My aunt and uncle are half-or-something) Ran around without a shirt until she was 11.
I am like her more than I like to admit sometimes even though she is an amazing woman. My mom taught me many things. She taught me about see-food. She taught me about dancing. (My mother dances like no other... She has her own style.)
Today, I channeled her like I am embarrassed to say is possible.
In order to get to my cube, I have to pass the desk of one of the assistant chief engineers. Today, after I ambled past, he started the following conversation; (words may have changed slightly on account of my memory)
"You know, every time you walk past, I get a cold breeze. You really need to do something about that"
Blink.
"I could fart every time I walk past and you'll get a warm breeze but,"
"I'll take the cold breeze"
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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4 comments:
THAT'S MY GIRL!
I'm so proud to be your sister!
I LOVE YOU!!!
Hahahahaha! Good for you!
Heh. My mouth has been running away with me a lot lately...
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