Thanks Dad

When I look back over the non material things I inherited from my parents I am somewhat grateful.

Somewhat.

From my mother I got her ability to love unconditionally, the love of taking care of others, and feeding their bodies with good food and love. I think I also got her ability  to suck up and keep going. I have her facial structure,  hair color and her infinite love for glitter and shine.

From Dad. ...well. I can be a loose cannon sometimes. I got his "fight for family" even when they are wrong attitude. I also  got his ability to......

Let it rip. 

Toot.

 Fart. 

Cut one (or two) loudly. 

Cut the cheese. 

Let the dog bark. 

When I exercise, run, laugh, cough, sneeze, lay on my side.....I sound like....well. my dad. When it is particular  embarrassing  to me, alone, I look up and say, "Gee. Thanks Dad".

There are moments alone that I not embarrass myself, but even the dogs say "WTH?". I get that...I understand.

 

I have cut back of food that causes gas...without change.  Since my husband has been gone I have had full reign to just let go...and trust me, I have.

 

I have less than 2 months to pull this flatulence freedom in...to re-train my body to behave like the gentile southern woman I am.

Wish me luck!

Peace