May 28th

Happy Birthday to paleogrrl_redux!!


And my Dad.

I am what you made me

I have a feeling that several days after I was born, my Dad reached into my skull and squished my malleable baby-brain around until he had it just where he wanted it. "Aha," I hear him saying to my mother. "I have created an engineer!"

Occasionally, I veered from his path, and he poked a finger or two into my brain and made whatever adjustments were necessary. These days, when I think of who I am, the first thing that comes to mind is - an engineer.


It's really all your fault, Dad.