Thursday, April 5, 2012

Stolen Cars and Areolas

It's been a weird week.

Yesterday someone abandoned a stolen car right in front of our garage, blocking in my car. Awesome. After having our garage broken into, and our front window broken, if we were the only latino family on the block, I'd start to worry. So since it's not racially motivated, what the hell is it about our house that just invites this stuff?? Like the hobos sitting behind the garage drinking thier breakfast, not wanting to leave because, in their words, "We ain't hurting nothin'" Or the guy who passed out against the garage door and fell in when we opened it. And no, we don't live in a bad neighborhood, but we do live down the street from the scummy liquor store.

Had a conversation with a customer that included the word areola. Yes, it made me laugh. My professionalism may have suffered a hit, but that's ok, because when your customer says "No, I mean it, I could see her areola!" what else are you going to do?

I'm trying to write a research paper. At the risk of sounding like a petulant child, it's just not fair to have to write these papers AND attend class. I mean, I can do one or the other, but I have serious trouble doing both.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

It's All Relative

When I was young, everyone told me that once you're an adult, time will go by so fast you won't know what happened.
Oh. My. God. So true.

My oldest child will be 14 tomorrow. How in the world did that happen? It happened so gradually that I almost didn't notice he's becoming a man right before my very eyes. Just add water and copious amounts of groceries, apparently.

Each day, I have a mental to do list, and I'm finding things get put off for ridiculous amounts of time. Especially phone calls. I just don't have the time to make them. Sure, I make plans to SEE people, but I'm often running from one place to the next, and by the time I want to make those phone calls, it's past the polite hours of non emergency phone calls.

In some cases, I look back and realize it may have been literally months since I've spoken to someone, or that I've owed someone a response or answer for weeks (Ummm, sorry Titi Doris and grandma....)

Here is the sad part. The people I have lost contact with, they don't use text messaging. I don't mean to sound like a 12 year old here, but it really is the quickest and easiest way to communicate. I mean, email is good too, but they don't have that either. (Talking to you again, Titi Doris and grandma ....)

I'm off to go text someone now.