As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Grapevine Left And Spin Your Oxygen Tank 'Round!
We've already discussed my mother's days as a champion baton twirler, a beauty queen, and a pastor's wife like none other, but I've forgotten to talk about her days as the premiere line dance instructor at senior centers around the West Chester, PA area. She advertised her class as an aerobic line dance class for the elderly and got calls left and right from all the local YMCAs and retirement villages. Of course, she ended up in the newspaper. It wouldn't be a Jan Lewis endeavor if it didn't end up in the newspaper...
No one need ever wonder again where I got my inclination towards random jobs and hobbies.
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