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bigbrownhound was born, lo those many years ago. Things you may not know about her:
1. She is a sucker for birthday cake.
2. When she was little (say, second grade), she went around the neighborhood selling bits of either modelling clay or play-doh to the other neighborhood kids claiming they were erasers. I'm thinking it was modelling clay as that would probably remove a pencil mark from furniture.
3. When she was very young (younger than five, I think) she had long blond hair that she would occasionally wear in two long ponytails on either side of her head. That year, McDonalds (I think) distributed a set of Leroy Neiman prints for the bicentennial, one of which was this gymnast. We spent our pre-kindergarten days at our great aunt's house, and one day she suddenly had a very familiar hairstyle, accomplished with two snips from a pair of scissors. I think Mom and our Aunt Flora-Belle (yes, our Aunt Flora-Belle. Grow up in the deep south in a city with a long French heritage and you get aunts named that) were more traumatized than the hound. I'm probably the only person on the planet who has made the Leroy Neiman connection, including my sister, but as a five-year-old I thought it was kinda cool.
4. When I moved to New Orleans, she took my cat McDuff--who thought he was a Serengeti lion or something, and would occasionally leap up and try to snap your neck like a gazelle. She took that behavior and trained him to jump into her arms for lovin' and walks outside on a harness.
5. After I moved to New Orleans, I read to her the vast list of assorted PoBoys (which she was pronouncing with a distinct, um, well, she said "Poe Boeys") available at the Come Back Inn, and because the list was long my reading got faster and faster until the final selection, which was "Soft Shell Crab." It came out as "Sofshewcwab." For a while thereafter, when I'd call I'd announce myself by shouting "Sofshewcwab" into the phone--this eventually got paired down to a simple "Cwabs" or "Cwabs to you." "And cwabs to you as well." From this, eventually, comes my LJ username.
Happy Birthday, Sis. I'll get your present one of these days.
bigbrownhound was born, lo those many years ago. Things you may not know about her:1. She is a sucker for birthday cake.
2. When she was little (say, second grade), she went around the neighborhood selling bits of either modelling clay or play-doh to the other neighborhood kids claiming they were erasers. I'm thinking it was modelling clay as that would probably remove a pencil mark from furniture.
3. When she was very young (younger than five, I think) she had long blond hair that she would occasionally wear in two long ponytails on either side of her head. That year, McDonalds (I think) distributed a set of Leroy Neiman prints for the bicentennial, one of which was this gymnast. We spent our pre-kindergarten days at our great aunt's house, and one day she suddenly had a very familiar hairstyle, accomplished with two snips from a pair of scissors. I think Mom and our Aunt Flora-Belle (yes, our Aunt Flora-Belle. Grow up in the deep south in a city with a long French heritage and you get aunts named that) were more traumatized than the hound. I'm probably the only person on the planet who has made the Leroy Neiman connection, including my sister, but as a five-year-old I thought it was kinda cool.
4. When I moved to New Orleans, she took my cat McDuff--who thought he was a Serengeti lion or something, and would occasionally leap up and try to snap your neck like a gazelle. She took that behavior and trained him to jump into her arms for lovin' and walks outside on a harness.
5. After I moved to New Orleans, I read to her the vast list of assorted PoBoys (which she was pronouncing with a distinct, um, well, she said "Poe Boeys") available at the Come Back Inn, and because the list was long my reading got faster and faster until the final selection, which was "Soft Shell Crab." It came out as "Sofshewcwab." For a while thereafter, when I'd call I'd announce myself by shouting "Sofshewcwab" into the phone--this eventually got paired down to a simple "Cwabs" or "Cwabs to you." "And cwabs to you as well." From this, eventually, comes my LJ username.
Happy Birthday, Sis. I'll get your present one of these days.
