Showing posts with label writing style. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing style. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Mama Din Ray No Fool

I was held hostage from the blogosphere yesterday.  But for good reason.  My youngest daughter Lucy turned three years old!!  My husband took the day off.  You’re thinking ‘oh how sweet, he took the day off to be with his daughter’....  Not really. France played its final match in the World Cup against South Africa:)  Which means I had a couch full of beer guzzling Frenchmen and dinner orders up to wazzoo.  Why is it that my French husband insists on eating American food while watching a mainly European sport?  I guess American BBQ is just. that. good.  In any case, we did manage to celebrate Lucy’s birthday despite the mind-numbing loss of the French team.

It’s nearing the end of the school year in France.  Tuesday is my last day and then I am off until the end of September!  -cue George Michael’s Freeeedoooom!  But until then, I am swamped up to my eyeballs in end of the year grading.  Lemme break it down for ya- I teach eleven classes twice a week each.  Each class has nearly thirty students.  I’m too tired to do that math, but basically- that’s a lot of frickin grading.  Which is why I usually save it for the end of the trimester.  And why I’ve only been posting a few times a week lately!  But rest assured, even if there’s nothing new on me blogst- I’m keeping an eye on all of yours! (I start shaking and hyperventilating and a weird rash breaks out around my fingertips if I don’t)

About today’s title- Do you ever notice shared traits with people in your family?  You’ll realize you’ve got your Dad’s smile and you’ll hear your mom break out in laughter and it’ll just hit you that you guys have almost the same laugh?  Or maybe you look just like your uncle and there’s a long running joke in the family that uncle was the ‘milkman’…Ahem, anyway-
The other day I was on facebook - I read my Mother’s status and it just hit me.  This was her status that day:

Quotes from Creepy’s Mom-

My cat thinks I'm the rudest human on the planet. I go to clean my kitchen floor, pick up his food, and he comes up behind me and says, "Dude," (my cat calls me Dude), "I was just about to eat that..."


 I go to sit down, and he jumps up on the back of the chair, "Dude, I was just about to sit there..."


 I clean out his kitty litter, and he starts pawing at the bag, "Dude, what are doing in my business?"'

That’s right people.  Apparently I’ve inherited my mother’s writing style.  I didn’t know that was possible.

Has anyone else ever noticed how someone close to you inadvertently contributes to your writing style?

P.S.- Be sure to come over to February Grace's blog 'Pitch Slapped' for Friday Bloffee-  This hilarious blogger has asked to interview me for her aspiring writer column and her questions stripped me bare.  So if you wanna know more about...me (that didn't sound narcasistic at. all.)  Be there or be square!

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