Saturday, January 31, 2009

Mother Daughter Opposites

She's sushi; I'm meatloaf. She's 50; I'm 70, more or less. She's Washington, D.C. and politics; I'm Rural California and religion. She has two kids and two grandkids; I have eight kids, 16 grandkids, and 3.5 greats. She's high-church; I'm casual Baptist. She's flannel nightgowns; I'm Victoria's Secret (Now there's a Freudian twist for you!)
In other words, we're polar opposites. But we enjoy some fantastic chats, exploring our different worlds and reconciling our viewpoints. For instance, I recently told her about when California became a state 150 years ago. The people had no electricity; the state had no money. Nearly everyone spoke Spanish, and there were gunfights in the streets. Nothing has changed much, except back then the women had real boobs and the men didn't hold hands.
In reply, she bemoaned Washington's rotten weather this month, telling me it was so cold, the Senators actually had their hands in their own pockets!
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