Friday, November 23, 2007

I Am My Mother's Daughter

My mom likes to claim that I'm nothing like her. That after waiting years to have a daughter, she was shocked to find out I'm not what she expected. That I am, in fact, much more like my father. Well, while I tend to gravitate more towards my father's personality, there are things I do in my life that make me realize just how much like my mother I really am.
Case in point:
-There's no one in this world that likes my dad more than me, except my mom.
-I'm sorry mom, but my embarrassing inability to dance stems from you. You can't be offended, cuz I'm saying I'm the same way.
-Sarcasm. Enough said.

I could continue, but there's one trait in particular that, for some reason, I never noticed until recently. The names of our dolls.

Back in the day, my mom and her sister got these two dolls. Aunt Patti thought "Treetop" was a beautiful name for a doll. So my mom, being the realistic person she is, thought the doll might fall out of said tree top, and when she did it would go "Thud." So that's what she named her doll. Seriously, I dare you to find someone with a weirder doll name than "Thud."

So, years later, I come along. I can't remember all my dolls names, but my brother's are very fond of some of them (or maybe it's that they're fond of making fun of them...). Namely: Vanilla, Product 19 and Spoon Truck Nonsense. Now, I clearly remember naming the one "Vanilla" because she was the exact color of the vanilla ice cream my dad ate from Schwan's. As for the other two, I have no reasonable explanation other than to say I am my mother's daughter and that's all there is to it.


Tiffany said...

I coulda told you this years ago. I've always thought you were like your mom in more ways then you two knew. and it was funny to watch you all the time.

A. & E. Kunz said...

I found you! Ha! I love blog stalking. It's been so long and I'm sorry for our seperation. Please forgive me and know that I am extremley jealous of your cool life in Arizona. I am coveting some warm weather, as hell(Rexburg) has just frozen over. Go see my blog; I got a life time of knowledge. Oh, and if you decide to forgive me for my absence, I have a new phone number because my phone killed over a couple of months back. I'll slip it to you, just not over a blog. You never know who's reading this....Emily

Nicoletta said...

Barb, so many things leave me with only one word. "Product 19" and "Spoon Truck Nonsense" have again brought about this response: Wow.