If you click on this thread you must post on it...

The yanks loved my accent, or so they said. Not like my brother's "phony Irish accent" when he worked in a bar in St Louis and turned off the football on TV because the live music was due to start.
 
Lol, thanks. I think I am going to share a story here just because it is so cute.

One of the things we loved in the southern states were their biscuits. Driving home, we decided we must have some of those biscuits before we crossed back over the border. In West Virginia, we Googled a shop that sold only biscuits. That was their specialty. We left the main road and went off into the local neighbourhood and found the special biscuit shop.

There were two teenage girls working behind the counter. "Where y'all from?" one asked.

"We're from Canada," we replied.

The girls gaped at us as if we were from Mars. "I ain't never seen anyone from Canada before," one said.

The other drawled, "But we had a lady from England once."

Lol, it was the cutest thing.
Yeah, West Virginia isn't known for diversity in the gene pool, if you get my drift.
 
Had a lazy gaming Sunday. It was fun and relaxing. I did find the time to do one slightly productive thing - I baked a loaf of bread. Always love how it smells in here when I've got something baking in the oven.
 
We're not even that diverse from cats. Humans share about 90% of their DNA with cats.
 
Sometimes I look at certain members of my family and think, "How is it possible that we share any genetic connection at all?" Given the vast amount of information stuffed into our DNA, it's a wonder family members turn out anything like each other.
 
Just physical characteristics can vary to the point that siblings don't resemble each other. My brother has black hair, olive complection, and eyes so dark brown that they look black. As a child, I had fair-skin, pale gold blond hair, with green eyes. (The hair has darkened over the years to a shade my hair dresser told me is "the color blonds go when they don't dye.") The two of us together didn't even look like we belonged to the same race, let alone the same family: he looked Latino, I looked Norse. We do share were some family anomolies, so have never actually been able to deny the relationship. ;)
 
Genetics are a funny thing, if you end up more like your mom or your dad. So, even though my oldest sister is the spitting image of my Dad in looks and personality and I am just like my Mom, each of us got exactly half our genes from each parent.

Maybe it has something to do with which genes end up getting expressed?
 
I read an interesting article yesterday about how fetal cells can pass through the placenta and become a permanent part of the mother and then those cells can again migrate to another fetus, thereby embedding the cells of your siblings in you.
 
That is interesting. I don't suppose you recall the title or authors of the research, she says wistfully.

I'm the eldest, so no sibling cells adhered to me. I'm not going to tell my brother about this- no doubt he'd claim all his short comings are due to my invasive cells.
 
Back
Top