Summer Camp, Day Eleven

Day 11– How are you different from your parents? How are you the same? Do your parents and/or family know that you write on-line?

Well, I missed a few days over the weekend, but I am back at camp.

My mom and I are mostly different.  However, Barb met my mom and told me that she now understands why I am the way I am.  I think she means the not swearing side of me.  I get that from my mom.  My dad doesn’t swear either, but you can tell that he could.  (And by not swearing side, I mean everything that comes with that.)

My dad and I are mostly the same.  I look like him, stand like him, walk like him, have his sense of humor, and his hatred of being late.  (Not to say that I am not late, I am, but I dislike it strongly.)  When my dad says that we are leaving at 9:00am, I am ready by 8:45am because I know that is what he REALLY means.  My dad is where I got the neat side of my personality too.  My dad and I both like things to be clear and tidy and get that clutter off the kitchen counter.

No, my family doesn’t know that I write online.  Well, I mean, they kind of do.  I have a small family blog for pictures and stories of Elizabeth, but it is boring.  (Well, if you are in my family, you might find it more interesting.)  But my family does not know about this website, not even a little.  (ACK.)  In fact, very few people that know me in real life know about this website.  I am so not an anonymous blogger, but I am a secret one.  (I suspect that they will discover this blog eventually.  I just hope they don’t tell me about it when they do.)  (They will.  They will call me less than three minutes after discovering this blog exists.)

This post is part of Calliope’s Summer Camp.