On May 10, 4:07=A0pm, tschmidtundert <T.Schmidt.Te...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> No se les olvdie que ma=F1ana es Dia de las Madres.
>
> Felicitacions a las mamitas, abuelitas, bisabuelitas, tatarabuelitas y
> trastatarabuelitas.
>
> T.Schmidt
Estaba buscando chistes y encontr=E9 el siguiente art=EDculo en ingl=E9s,
bajo el t=EDtulo JOKES. En realidad no es un chiste, pero es muy
bonito. Lo copi=E9 para las mamitas que me leen y entienden ingl=E9s
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A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office
was
asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated,
uncertain how to classify herself. "What I mean is," explained the
recorder, "do you have a job or are you just a......?" "Of course I
have
a job," snapped the woman. "I'm a Mom.""We don't list 'Mom' as an
occupation, 'housewife' covers it," said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same
situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously
a
career woman, poised, efficient and possessed of a high sounding
title
like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar." "What is your
occupation?" she probed. What made me say it? I do not know. The
words
simply popped out. "I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child
Development and Human Relations." The clerk paused, ball-point pen
frozen in midair and looked up as though she had not heard right. I
repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words. Then
I
stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black
ink
on the official questionnaire. "Might I ask," said the clerk with
new
interest, "just what you do in your field?" Coolly, without any
trace
of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing
program of research, [what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in
the
field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working
for
my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already
have
four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the
most
demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I
often
work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more
challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are
more
of satisfaction rather than just money." There was an increasing
note
of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up
and
personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I
was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I
could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the
child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt
I
had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official
records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind
than
"just another Mom."
Motherhood! What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title
on
the door. Does this make grandmothers "Senior Research associates in
the field of Child Development and Human Relations" and great
grandmothers "Executive Senior Research Associates"? Think so!!!
I
also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants".
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T.Schmidt
P.S. A veces pienso que la Especie Humana comienza en realidad con las
mujeres, ****que donde hay una mujer, hay un hogar. Un hombre solo es
un hombre solo, nunca hace un hogar. Y no hablo de pol=EDtica para no
decir tres verdades bien feas.
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