Sou Pimba...

Carnaval 2004. Sometimes, I feel like I should be talking or writing about something important like the blanket I am making for Coração Amarelo this Christmas. How about the state of the world , the lack of funding for education, the environment or how there should be more women in postions of power in this country. But I will leave that up to the experts to talk about or maybe I will talk about these things eventually for whoever cares or wants to listen. I don´t know about you but sometimes I need a break from all the seriousness of the world. Why the preface? Get to the point. Well, you see the other morning I realized that I am pimba. That´s right, pimba. Tacky as we americans would say. I realized this when while here at work with L. he mentioned to me that he could not for the life of him get out of his head, The Chicken Dance song. You know the one: Passarinhos à bailar com o rabinho a dar a dar dah dah dahhh piu piu piu piu Well L. was very annoyed because he must have dreamed with the the song and that morning could not get it out of his head. When he mentioned it I confessed that I used to dance that song all the time at parties, weddings, etc. in Massachusetts. My rabinho actually deu deu deu at many dignified occassions. L. just looked at me and tried to get me to deny this and made me swear that I would never aknowledge this in public. I said "O que, o que é que eu fiz?????" Then he just came over and out of pity I guess gave me a hug. I married a Pimba..... O que, o que é que eu fiz????