Like Father, Like Daughter

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I pride myself in the resemblance I bear, in words, actions and looks, to my father. Laura frequently comments that I should have been named the feminine form of my father's name. The things that my sister's rolled their eyes at, laughed at and were generally to wise to do, I have taken up in the spirit of his youth.

We do things like feed seagull's alkiseltzer (in the hopes they will explode), smoke cigars and yesterday I extracted a promise from him to take me bridge jumping. The one thing I will not do WITH him, since he is my father, but will, eventually, in the spirit of preserving his legacy. Skinny dipping. But that is another story for another day. He is, at times, slightly worried that I will do something a TINY bit dangerous and get arrested hurt myself.

So. When HE got his license suspension notification in the mail, I was more than pleased. After the glowers of disproval that came with MY license suspension, I was quite smug.

Until I saw my matching suspension next to his.$BlogTitle

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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