10:39 p.m. | 2004-04-01 Are You My Mother? That title isn�t necessarily relevant to this entry. But, it is a title. Not original, I admit, yet I think it�s cool. And, it�s a question I�ve heard recently, albeit, it wasn�t thrown at me. Thankfully. Here�s that. (LittleNephew:) (To YoungerSister; and, frankly, out of the blue) Are you my mother? (CI:) HAHAHAHA! I love that book. (YS:) (To LN) Yes, I AM your mother. (LN:) Really? Just to make it clear, she is his mother and that�s never been in question. Well, until now. Apparently. Personally, that cracks me up, but that�s just me. In other news, a stranger called me on my �accent� today. He even pegged the state quite accurately although I�ve lived in many. Based on one word. The word? It was �yeah�. You can�t see an accent there, but it does exist sometimes. Apparently. After we discussed it, even I could hear the accent. And, I have to say, that it appears more when I�m tired. So does the phrase: �Can you borrow me a stick of gum and some pop?� Oh, and I�m doing some informal research on E (for work) and I know that you guys are all kinds of smart. I�m looking for antidotal information � confidential of course � so, if you want to share, please do so. If not, don�t. In more exciting news, Hyde is coming to visit. If�n you don�t know, I know Hyde from high school and we�ve been reconnected. Thanks to Hyde, actually. I haven�t seen him for over 20 years, and I�m looking forward to his visit. He�s very cool. I might even ask him to do a guest entry, come to think of it, since I�ve been so sporadic with my updates. Hmmm. That�s something to ponder. He�s definitely not my mother. That much I know. your thoughts? seed flower