Monday, April 17, 2006

Walking like a girl

I was going to respond to the comments about this in the comments, but decided it was too good to let it go to waste. Once again, its all about old people and their "helpful" suggestions. As previously mentioned, Grandma is the queen of telling people how to get married - things they need to learn or do or not do in my case.
I walk with purpose. People have a hard time keeping up with me regardless of the length of their legs (heaven help them if they are short). I don't wander or stroll, I walk every where with purpose and determination... even if I have no where to go. I also walk heavy. If I were a teacher, I would be the type who could be heard coming from the other end of the hall with loud clicks from my shoes.
One day, I came into Grandma's apartment from outside. She had been at her normal perch in front of the window watching everyone go by and trying to figure out which two people were couples and which ones would shortly be so. I came into the house and Grandma turned to me and said "You know I love you and want to see you marry a good man. But could you walk like a girl, for goodness sake?" I laughed out loud and told her that if any man couldn't keep up with me, I didn't need him. She shook her head and went back to people watching.
So, there it is. I apparently walk like a linebacker and this will keep me from getting a man. (Only one of the many things, I assure you!)

Side story: At my friend's wedding where I was a bridesmaid I told her uncle and his husband that I felt like a man in a dress b/c of how awkward I was. Her uncle looked at me and said "Honey, I'm an expert on men in dresses and you aren't it!"


  1. The funny thing is that you walk exactly like your mother. The same loud purposefulness, where you can hear from across the house that you mean business. I love that.

  2. And you know where the money is! (if I can co-opt a bad joke from my blog into your comments. If not, whoopsie!)

    Honestly, I thought it would be something about walking bow-legged. You sounded like you were describing a super-model's walk. Those chicks are pissed and the are getting to the end of that damn runway, no matter what! Get out the way!! Sorry - I'm in a really weird mood today (which unfortunately does not rotate me to "normal").

    And I think you've set a world blogging record for posts in a day. My "readership" will be pleased.

  3. I do sort of walk like a super model. Well, I at least have the pissed attitude thing going. And I'm tall, so that helps.

    I'm in a mood too, hence all the posts. It wavers between being good and being not good, so I'm processing today. Feel free to visit numerous times today. I could use a chatting companion.


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