Joanna’s Birthday

It is officially 12:07 AM Eastern time, April 27. That means that Joanna has a whole 53 minutes of birthday left in Central time. I said that I was going to dedicate a post to her a couple of months ago. And here it is. It’s not so nice.

She has shown a remarkable ability to show how my desire to be a lounge singer/ cake decorator/ librarian is all related to my not-so-well-hidden desire to take over the world through manipulation. (See her comments to my last blog.) Joe Provine from high school would be so proud to see that my megalomania has progressed so far.

Speaking of Joe, he was the reason I couldn’t call my little sister Joey for a decade, a name that she now claims for herself! His name was Joey in grade school, and he liked to call my dear sis-Lester Bananna Frog. Brilliant. You see how it all comes together. Megalomania encourage by friends with an equal need to protect themselves from the incomparable verbal jousting of that sister of mine who would grow up to the ultimate English major. Actually, maybe we taught her the verbal jousting. Thinking about Joe is weird. It was Joe that encouraged me to read Asimov for the first time. Which is weird since I just finished listening to the book I-Robot and watching the movie by the same name (but drastically different plot) that has Will Smith in it. It is quite possibly that this reading genre, that Joe introduced me to, led me down that path to Megalomania. That or watching Pinky and the Brain. It’s hard to tell.

But to bring it back to Joanna. She wins the weirdest award, and I’m the sane one according to some. A fact that I still contest. In the meantime, may she remember the happy times when the quiz bowl team stole her shoes. But in the end, I have found my revenge to her claims concerning my manipulative purposes. She used “it’s” as a possessive pronoun in her comment instead of “its.” Ha ha ha ha…. I’ll blackmail her. Her students will all get higher grades on their term papers.

This email makes no sense, but Joanna will get it b/c she shares the memories. By the way, those shoes were really great. Oxfords should never die in fashion.

So here is my stream-of-consciousness, hopefully-funny post in honor of dear Joanna’s third annual 25th birthday. (The first annual 25th brithday being the year she actually turned 25. The math is harder than it seems.) Happy Birthday!!!!

p.s.
Believe it or not a lot of this is reminding me of CTY and OBU. So go with Ka-rip or sing American Pie. Swing a dance or marry drummer. Definitely adopt a penguin. It’s all good. =)

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JoeyGirl Says:
April 27th, 2007 at 5:18 am
Marvelous. Although if I go with KaRip right now, my students will think I have lost it completely, instead of only partially, as they suspect.