About the Gene Pool…jump in!

This is a daughter’s story about her mother and of their journey down the road of life.
Everyday I am bound to my mother through my genetic obligations. It is not what I do, but how I do it, what I look like while doing it, and that I hear in my head my grandmother. Oh, she would not approve of the way I run a household, but she didn’t run a business too! So, as my body goes to the maternal gods and my mind is not my own, I become the person I didn’t think was I anything like…my mother.
Hubby Bee, my dad and my mom.
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momBEE | July 24, 2008 at 9:09 pm
This is actually a comment on “Boondoggles” which are oh so absolutely necessesary! I told the daddyb that you were going with me to return the BigBrotherBee to Beellingham (his proper hive). He said, “Sounds like a boondoggle to me.” I replied, “Absolutely! And what’s wrong with that?” No further comment from the Dad. I think he agrees that they are necessary!