is a little more panic, like i need a hole in my head.
honestly, i can feel it. i'm a germophobe. i live in Texas, which is pretty close to Mexico. some of my neighbors have relatives in Mexico whom they may or may not have visited recently. my kids spend 2 hours a day in a YMCA kid care room.
so i should be all decked out in a hazmat suit and respirator, right?
but somehow, i'm not buying this one. and i may be wrong in the end, this may be all they've hyped it up to be.
i can't help but wonder about the state of the world in relation to how we perceive it. i can't help but hope that the world is in such a messy quandary because we were told it is, and we believed it.
consider the swine flu (or the bird flu, or terrorism, or the economy...etc.) . if there was no television pumping fear in the family rooms of the world, if there was no internet with it's abundance of every sort of information...well, people wouldn't be too worried about all this, now would they?
i want to imagine a utopia where all communication comes from passing travellers and things are slow and simple. i just want to imagine that for a second, ok?
(i'm going to make a confession here: sometimes i really, really wish i lived in Middle Earth. i wish it hard enough that it may actually be a disorder of some sort...)
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
profiled!
i got one of the most stunningly stereotypical insults hurled at me the night before last, and i thought i'd share...
the neighbors have been real big honkers lately, and when one of the boys rolled up and honked at 11 o'clock the other night, my husband went out to ask if they could refrain from waking my kids up with their laziness. this led to the offender laughing and laying on his horn for about 10 seconds, which obviously agitated my husband just a touch. some words were being exchanged when i popped out to witness the commotion. my horribly offended neighbor hollered in a fit of emotional turmoil:
'Hey, you're white! why don't you go inside and read a f*cking book!?!'
i laughed. i cried. it was a beautiful day in the neigborhood.
this is Baby Emily:
she's been hanging out with us alot. her mom is my neighbor and my friend. she is 34 and got diagnosed with Stage IV skin cancer on her daughter's first birthday. she doesn't have insurance so all of her (exceptionally slow) care is coming from Harris County. it's so damn sad i can't stand it, and i'm notoriously bad at dealing with things like this. all i know how to do is take care of kids and babies, so i'm taking care of Emily.
i've decided on my life goal. when i retire, i want land in the Texas Hill Country. i'm going to raise Borzois and write a novel.
the neighbors have been real big honkers lately, and when one of the boys rolled up and honked at 11 o'clock the other night, my husband went out to ask if they could refrain from waking my kids up with their laziness. this led to the offender laughing and laying on his horn for about 10 seconds, which obviously agitated my husband just a touch. some words were being exchanged when i popped out to witness the commotion. my horribly offended neighbor hollered in a fit of emotional turmoil:
'Hey, you're white! why don't you go inside and read a f*cking book!?!'
i laughed. i cried. it was a beautiful day in the neigborhood.
this is Baby Emily:
she's been hanging out with us alot. her mom is my neighbor and my friend. she is 34 and got diagnosed with Stage IV skin cancer on her daughter's first birthday. she doesn't have insurance so all of her (exceptionally slow) care is coming from Harris County. it's so damn sad i can't stand it, and i'm notoriously bad at dealing with things like this. all i know how to do is take care of kids and babies, so i'm taking care of Emily.
i've decided on my life goal. when i retire, i want land in the Texas Hill Country. i'm going to raise Borzois and write a novel.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
