My sister pointed out that this song is about me and my two sisters, and my cousins. Namely because we are "Rosemary's granddaughters (and grandson)," and "we are the spitting image of our fathers," and "when the day is done," our, "Mommas are still our biggest fans." Freaky huh?

WHO AM I
By: Jessica Andrews

If I live to be 100 and never see the seven wonders that'll be alright.
If I don't make it to the big leagues,
if I never win a grammy i'm gonna be just fine.
Cuz i know exactly who I am.

I am Rosmary's granddaughter
The spittin image of my father
And when the day is done my
Momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and i'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's Who I Am

So when I make a big mistake,
when I fall flat on my face,
I know i'll be alright.
Should my tender heart be broken
I will cry those teardrops knowing,
I will be just fine.
Cuz nothing changes who I am.

I am Rosmary's granddaughter
The spittin image of my father
And when the day is done my
Momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's Who I Am

I'm a saint and I'm a sinner,
I'm a loser, I'm a winner.
I am steady and unstable,
I am young but I am able.

I am Rosmary's granddaughter
The spittin image of my father
And when the day is done my
Momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's Who I Am

I am Rosmary's granddaughter
The spittin image of my father
And when the day is done my
Momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's
Who I Am
That's Who I Am

So I'm walking along 13th St., (and for those of you who don't go to Temple, its a street where you are absolutely not allowed to park once you go past my building), and I see all these cars parked on both sides of the street. I say to myself, "Hmm....this is odd," and keep walking. Suddenly, I start to look at all the cars and notice that they are ALL Ford Tauruses. There must have been 30 cars there and they were all Ford Tauruses. Then I look at the top of the street and all the cop cars blocking it are Ford Explorers.

It was the strangest experience. I really felt like I had stepped into the twilight zone, where only Ford cars ruled the land. It was a mixture of that, and a feeling like I had stepped into the book, The Giver, and we had all been molded to have exactly the same thing. The only difference was that I could see that they were different colors, and if it was The Giver I wouldn't be able to see colors.

Or would I? Hmmm....

On a completely unrelated note, Happy St. Patty's Day to all of my fellow Irishmen! Slainte!

Everyone is Irish on St. Patrick's Day....even St. Patrick.

So I'm walking along 13th St., (and for those of you who don't go to Temple, its a street where you are absolutely not allowed to park once you go past my building), and I see all these cars parked on both sides of the street. I say to myself, "Hmm....this is odd," and keep walking. Suddenly, I start to look at all the cars and notice that they are ALL Ford Tauruses. There must have been 30 cars there and they were all Ford Tauruses. Then I look at the top of the street and all the cop cars blocking it are Ford Explorers.

It was the strangest experience. I really felt like I had stepped into the twilight zone, where only Ford cars ruled the land. It was a mixture of that, and a feeling like I had stepped into the book, The Giver, and we had all been molded to have exactly the same thing. The only difference was that I could see that they were different colors, and if it was The Giver I wouldn't be able to see colors.

Or would I? Hmmm....

On a completely unrelated note, Happy St. Patty's Day to all of my fellow Irishmen! Slainte!

Everyone is Irish on St. Patrick's Day....even St. Patrick.

On the agenda for today: Developmental Psych test, and read a graphic novel for class. A graphic novel, complete with pictures of two men giving each other blow jobs. Excellent. Times like these, I wish I went to a Catholic college.

What is normal, anyway? I'll tell you what is not normal--making your students come back from spring break, knowing full well that they didn't even look at their books, and forcing them to take a test.