Mar 24, 2011

not in my, genes.

a good friend had posted on Facebook the other day how her daughter was inadvertently following in her getting into the art/publishing business...and my friend had done the same thing in her mother's footsteps - her mother an art major (like my friend) and both parents were into publishing. so she asked, how many of us out there HAD followed in their parents footsteps.

i got nothin'.

my grandmother, while she never studied, wanted to be a nurse. medicine fascinated her - but it was the Depression and hey - there was barely enough money to live, much less for something like schooling.
she LIVED to see them draw blood.

um, no thank you.

my mom has some mad math skilz. me, not so much. if math problems go higher than how many fingers & toes i have to count on...then there had better be a calculator handy.
photography? yep. my mom has a good eye. so i guess i got that going for me..

my mom & i got started in cross stitching about the same time. that's a wash.
however she now quilts. she would LOVE it if i started that as well. thanks, but no. i HATED sewing in home-ec, so sewing for pleasure? meh.

now. as for the sperm don't know much about him since he left before i was born.

wait..i do know this: dad could put 'em away...and did so frequently. wait! i can do that, too!!
oh, and he also had a sarcastic sense of humor.

wait! i also am sarcastic!!! 
so. i am sarcastic and like beer. thank heavens for genetics.


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Dapoppins said...

You made me giggle! Loved that your grandma wanted to be a did mine. And she couldn't for the same of her best memories was a 2 weeks time at college she got to do on a mini-scholarship program.

As for the other things. well. My dad's good at farting...and so am I!

oops. That was kinda rude.

Pardon me.

Dapoppins said...

did I post my comment?

It was funny.

At least, I thought it was...

Melissa said...

Jason makes me clean my car out every time he rides with me. I think he's afraid I'll inherit my mother's can't-get-into-the-vehicle-because-there's-so-much-junk gene. Or something.

doodlebugmom said...

hey I look like my dad. Just what every chick wants to look just like a 75 year old man