Applesauce

Let me assure you all that you will be getting more Blogger comments from me. This is because, AGAIN, I have discovered that the only way that I can log on to MY blog is to comment on someone else's. So even if you don't want my opinion, you've got it now, baby! GOOD LORD, I hate the new Blogger!!! I wonder if I keep mentioning how horrible it is, if Blogger will find out and either cut me off my blog, or if they will actually WORK ON IT and make it easier for me to sign on. It's pretty bad when you "upgrade" something into a "downgrade".

You know that phrase "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree?" Aside from the fact that, really, OF COURSE IT DOESN'T, because apples really can't fly, there is some valid truth to be found in this statement. My mother and I are very similar. I carry many of her genes around with me, from her thin body frame to her strong-willed personality. Today, she told me that phrase again, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree". Yes, yes I know. And I sigh a little, because it seems like an inevitability, that my life will echo hers in some ways. Is it built into my DNA that I'm working in healthcare, doing a job not too distant, in responsibility or geographically, from hers? Is it genetically fated that I will be a perfectionist? Or a leader? Or a fan of good wine? These are questions that I ask somewhat hypothetically. Because I already know the answer. Yes. YES. I am too old to rebel against my own genetic code, I am what I am. I wonder if I need a therapist or a geneticist to become my own person. I fear that it is too late.

Ah, well. At least she's still hot. I've got that going for my future self.