Not A Dollarshort

The Estrogen levels are rising.

Me, elsewhere: Doolittle at The Morning News.

Hello Friend.

The Hoopla500: "Afghan Kebab House II": "Hello friend!"

dooce.com excerpts.

dooce.com excerpts the articles I've been reading for the past two days that really say it much better than I could.

But who's my weblogging daddy?

So the meme du jour is locating your long-lost weblogging twin.

Given that there seems to be only around twenty people that enter the mix of possible kin, the whole thing seems a bit like "find your long-lost (famous) Appalachian twin."

So, I'm going to spare you all the inbred connections and mention my real weblogging twin:

It's Paula from The Perils of Leisure.

You may not know her site, but you should.

Despite the fact that she's in Rhode Island and I'm here in California and that she's just a little bit older than me, our childhoods were remarkably similar. This is probably why are personalities are remarkably similar.

The biggest tie between us is our love for our grandparents. Paula was also raised in an extended family -- meaning grandparents were as integral in development as parents.

And because of being raised by incredibly blunt grandmas, completely crafty grandfathers, the presence of Hohners and accordions, and sadistic Catholic School nuns, Paula and I have grown into very similar women.

So take time to learn more about Paula. After all, she is family.

More grandparent love.

This time from Paula, about her grandparents. She posts a great little anecdote about collecting various objects and her grandfather's favorite magic trick.

My grandmother was usually feet away baking some pie or making breakfast and would angrily chime in, "Tomas! Stop that!" as she proceeded to walk over only to be taken in by how funny he and I thought it was and how fascinated I was by the whole thing.

I've never seen this trick, and now have an uncontrollable urge to run downstairs and see if we even use Land O'Lakes.