Comparing the mangle to a glove filled with porridge
Handshakes fascinate me. I think mine is ok, but then I would. Some offer just the fingers, or the vrot (rotting) banana. Some seize a hand as if ringing in the new year.I'm never sure whether to adjust my handshake to the other person. If I'm offered a glove filled with porridge, for instance, there's that second when I have to decide whether I still squeeze. (And will their eyes pop if I do
). If they're mangling, do we turn it into a version of the arm-wrestle until one of us is forced to his or her knees ... And did you ever shake hands with either of your parents and realize to your surprise they favour a different style? THAT was weird
I looked on Google and there are dozens of variations, who knew. There's the handshake that asserts, the one that shows total lack of interest, the con-artist (over-long and seeking to dominate) and the passive personality. A hand offered palm up seeks domination, a hand offered palm down seeks to dominate.
Two things I never thought about - the 'senior' person must always offer their hand first - don't force a handshake on a potential employer (I don't think I ever have
) and one social guideline insisted the handshake is maintained - and pumping - all the time you are exchanging names. I know I tend to be a quick-drop, not a lingerer. (Unless I suddenly realize I have to go through the entire complicated 'dancing' handshake of Africa.) Obviously we all think our own handshake is right, wondered though what you assume about the person offering a 'different' shake
(Apart of course from the palm tickle 
) Now I live in kissy-kissy land and have learned not to stick my hand out or I find myself poking someone in their stomach as they swoop in for the airkiss on either cheek. That's an issue in itself. Kiss air, touch skin, plant a smacker ...
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You'd often see politicians doing it.
But I never learn.
Most of the time in my teens, those early kisses ended in clashing noses and it never seemed much fun.
Are you implying that MiMi has got a flat nose, Biff??
That's it my brain has officially melted. I'll miss it.
It seems like an obvious way to greet someone
Both people have proboscises just waiting to be rubbed against each other.
Biff, there are a lot of things that MiMi doesn’t like about MiMi and MiMi’s nose is one of them......it’s actually in the top 3
I love you, but no thanks
I loved your blog about your childhood by the way
Can Biff ask Mimi one question out of curiosity - why does Mimi speak about Mimi in the third person?
I envy you grandparents. I only had one, and she was bony and a bit scary and didn't much like children.
MiMi somehow gets carried away and drag this habit onto the blogs too...
Both my maternal grandparents ( didn’t know my paternal grandparents at all having met my paternal grandma only once when I was 15 ) especially my grandpa loved kids. If truth be known, he wasn’t even my biological grandpa. My grandma was estranged from her first husband, she already had two girls from the first marriage, my mom and the Muslim aunt.
My grandma eventually got the divorce after much bribery, paid by her dad. My grandparents went on to have 4 kids and my grandma used to tell me ( after meals, normally
He was just a dental apprentice with his father-in-law, earning low income but whatever little they things had, he didn’t mind spending on the wee kids.
When I gave birth to my kids, it was my grandpa that drove me to the hospital! He doted on my kids...calling me every evening to arrange the time to go over and pick him up for breakfast at the nearby coffee shop. He pays every time and when I attempted to pay, he’d shoo-ed me away!!
Gosh!!! I miss him so very much!!!
Sorry Biff