Thursday, June 12, 2008

It's All in the Genes

I bought a cheap MP3 player, and I do mean cheap. The instructions are written on the tiniest book I have ever seen - except for those little surprises/toys that come in Cracker Jacks. I tried downloading a couple of songs last night, but I did not manage to get it right. Jesse said, “Reading the instructions is always helpful.” Thank you, Jesse. I can hardly read the instructions even with my magnifying glasses. I think they may be written in another language. Why can’t she just do it for me?

Harriet the kitten bit the dust a few days ago. I couldn’t seem to break her habit of getting up in the cars. I didn’t mention it before, because it makes me rather sad. Count Rugen has used up about three of his nine lives, but is one tough kitty. He has taken a couple of rides in the car, been deposited down the road, was missing for a week, and still turned up alive. I have been letting him in the house the last few days to recover from the latest trauma. Zoe may have used him as a play toy, but without a DNA test, we can‘t be sure it was Zoe. Rugen was slobbery wet and barely moving when we found him outside the other day. Zoe did not mean to hurt him - he had no puncture wounds so I know she was trying to be careful with him. But when a Great Dane plays with a kitten, well, we know how it will turn out. Like I said, Rugen is tough.

It looks like I will be going to Sulphur Springs, TX, on Saturday with my mom for the Chapman Family Reunion. My mom has several old aunties in their 90’s still coming to the reunions. I won’t know half of the people there and the other half I will be confused about, but I still enjoy going. The food is always excellent. The Chapman’s are a very musical group - a gene that did not get passed to me - but they will have their guitars and amps and there will be lots of singing. They sing lots of gospel and country. My grandfather played the steel guitar and had a great voice. He was some kind of talented. He and his brothers used to sing at country fairs and such back in their day. He was always pencil thin like my mother - I did not get that gene either. I wish we had recorded him playing the guitar and singing - that would be something to treasure. By the way, his name was Jesse Emil - my brother and my Jesse are named after him. My cousin named her little girl Emily after him. My best memory of Grandpa was sitting on the curb at his gas station in Mesquite, TX, drinking sodas together. He taught us to smack our lips and let out a deep long sigh after each drink. I have been diligent to teach this to GBN1.

Jesse has some excellent photos of my Grand Girls on her blog, and I do mean excellent. She took the photos with her new camera while at the park on Tuesday. Please ignore the last photo. Jesse has a mean-streak like her father. I did not get that gene either.

11 comments:

Junk Diva said...

Oh i think maybe you got a little mean streak!!!!!!!!!

GUYK said...

I know what you mean about not inheriting the musical genes..all my family except me are musicians..I couldn't carry a tune in a burlap bag.

The Friendly Neighborhood Piper said...

yeah...is there a denial gene in your family.

Inquiries said...

HA! You with no mean streak! HA! ;)

Buck said...

He taught us to smack our lips and let out a deep long sigh after each drink. I have been diligent to teach this to GBN1.

Good on ya for that, Lou. Besides that,it's your duty to pass on traditions. I'm pleased to report I did MY duty with the first two granddaughters, as well. Coz some things, as we now know, aren't handed down through the genes!

And about those genes... and one in particular... there seems to be a lil disagreement in here, eh? ;-)

Knit and fall back in it said...

Sorry about Harriet. I had a kitten meet that same fate once. I don't know what it is about crawling up into cars. Silly cats.

Becky said...

I didn't get the musical gene, but I certainly did inherit a mean streak! Or else it was taught to me by my mother. I'm not sure which.

Sorry to hear about the kitten.

I wish I could help you with the MP3 player, but I'm still figuring out mine!

Dawn said...

technology!! forget the instructions, Call Kris :)
and about that mean streak...
well, at least someone passed down some generous heart genes at the same time :)

Handsome man that dad of yours was!

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Bag Blog said...

Okay, okay, I do have a mean streak, but it is not like Toby and Jesse. Have I ever put up an embarrassing pic of Jesse?

Buck, I have been working on teaching GBN1 to spit properly, too, but her other grandmother does not see the importance of spitting well. Just wait until Toby teaches her how to blow her nose the "cowboy way."

Mezzo SF said...

that is a great photo...!