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Jul. 11th, 2003 09:19 am* I finally got the Wincze Stamp of Approval for my question selection and paper outline. The key? Play up the Professor's alley and kiss ass. I threw in a theory from a Neo-Freudian and integrated in throughout the paper, then said I'd address sexual "interests" over the web (Wincze's specialty is sexual behavior). BINGO! It only took me 6 weeks too. Yes, I am so slow on the uptake. Yadda yadda yadda.
*My brothers are taller than me. I knew it was bound to happen one day, but it just caught me by surprise. When I headed back a week or two ago we were standing in the 7 train to Manhattan to hang out for the afternoon (one place we went to was the ESPN Zone in Midtown; I highly recommend it - see, I even plugged it!) and Dwayne (the youngest) looked over at me and said "Hey, Becky [don't ask], I'm taller than you". I automatically said "Yeah right", but as I turned to him it dawned on me that I could look him straight in the eyes. I mean, he's the baby! Darryl's taller than me too, but still...And Darwent...I couldn't believe it. I remember when I used to change their diapers and dress them up in my clothes (and, no, they wouldn't be entering therapy later on with sexual identity crises; I was a tomboy, only wearing skirts and dresses to Mass). Now they all are taller than me. And stronger than me too. It's depressing that I can no longer beat them in arm wrestling. Well, not so much. Just noteworthy.
*My brothers are taller than me. I knew it was bound to happen one day, but it just caught me by surprise. When I headed back a week or two ago we were standing in the 7 train to Manhattan to hang out for the afternoon (one place we went to was the ESPN Zone in Midtown; I highly recommend it - see, I even plugged it!) and Dwayne (the youngest) looked over at me and said "Hey, Becky [don't ask], I'm taller than you". I automatically said "Yeah right", but as I turned to him it dawned on me that I could look him straight in the eyes. I mean, he's the baby! Darryl's taller than me too, but still...And Darwent...I couldn't believe it. I remember when I used to change their diapers and dress them up in my clothes (and, no, they wouldn't be entering therapy later on with sexual identity crises; I was a tomboy, only wearing skirts and dresses to Mass). Now they all are taller than me. And stronger than me too. It's depressing that I can no longer beat them in arm wrestling. Well, not so much. Just noteworthy.
Where did this come from?
Date: 2003-07-17 07:39 am (UTC)Yeah, you don't count. You're a friggin' giant.
Just sad they're getting older. Not sad. It's just bittersweet.