Jesse Loves Brady

June 18, 2004

Food For Thought

To start I look nothing like my parents. My father is six foot one with brown hair and brown eyes. My mom is five foot six with blue eyes. She had no hair until she was 4 years old and I think it has been dyed since then. As far as I know she was naturally blond...but who can tell. I have been told that my big(bug) eyes are inherited from her, but mine are dark, and hers are light.

I have often wondered if I could belong to one of the following: mailman, milkman, paperboy. We dont have mailmen, we are the only town in the state that doesnt have rural delivery. We didnt have a milkman. The paper comes to early for my mom to get out of bed. So I suppose after that critical analysis, I have to face the fact that I belong to these people.

My confusion is over this. I can be walking down the street in this town, and someone will stop me and say, "You have got to be Susan's daughter...you look just like her!" This can just as easily be substituted with, "You must be Dana's daughter...you look just like him!" This could just be punishment for living in a small community, but how on earth do these people pick me out? Granted I am the minority in this community of Portuguese decendents, but do I stand out that much?

So I get to my point. Since starting my "job" at the motel I have spoken to many people on the phone. These people are all regulars, and I have heard more than enough, "I remember you in diapers!" These people are eager to see how I have grown. I figure I will keep track of who they think I look like, and at the end of the summer the majority's opinion will rule. Maybe it was the UPS man? Wonder if there was an incredibly short UPS man in the area in 1982. I'll have to check into that.

Posted by Jesse at June 18, 2004 07:46 PM