mwargh

mwargh. its a mwargh moment, what can i say. not really, but i think its the weather. i'm chillin in st. charles, one of the finer suburbs of chicagoland, visiting the fam. lately, the parental units and i have been having fabulous conversation about their parents and their childhoods. of four grandparents i've had the blessing of meeting one, my nana (mom's mom) but i was also two and had a limited vocabulary back then. so hearing about my grandparents, via my parents, is wonderful, making the car ride a lot shorter and filled with less road rage. plus, i love hearing the enthusiasm, nostalgia and love in my parents' voices when they reminisce. i've been drilling them lately on how they'd describe us and which kid is more like whom, etc. i love that aspect of people, getting them to reflect. i dont think people do it enough, and when you get to listen, actually listen, its a great thing to witness.

the other thing i love is how my mom is down for whatever. we can talk about anything, and she's always willing to listen. recently we've covered what the notion of "machismo" is, or a "macho man" (have to simplify shit when traversing the cultural gap), and covered some lyrics to mos def's "fear not of man." she understood about 10% of the lyrics and 5% of the meaning, but thats a'ight.

oh and yay for me, i've discovered that some familia is actually reading this. so, there must be 4 people reading this thing now? snaps.