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White Girl
Backtracking time!! So, I was just out in my front yard, mowing my lawn whilst my husband edged. We have a sort-of busy street when everyone is leaving the base. So, I keep seeing people look at me and then do a double-take. I'm scratching my head, wondering if I have suddenly developed a pronounced hunchback or some other affliction, when it dawns on me...they are shocked to see a pleasant looking, sort-of middle-aged white woman mowing a lawn. Worst still was that the double-take was accompanied by a pitying look which conveyed their discomfort at seeing a white couple reduced to mowing lawns and doing yard work "in this economy". Except this was our own lawn. I thought about it, and came to the conclusion that in all my walks, bike rides, car trips and any other excursions around my 'hood, I have yet to see the actual homeowners doing their own yard work. I was looked at as most likely an outsider, reduced to menial labor "at my age". Wow. As an aside, I love mowing my own lawn, but usually I do it on the weekend, and there is considerably less traffic, and therefore no double-takes. It is really great exercise.— March 30, 2010 6:30 p.m.
White Girl
This is the paragraph that I found hard to follow: "When I look at other people on the bus, The faces I see are mostly, "What are you doing here?". I understand that I could be wrong, but I have a feeling there are a lot of minorities that look at a young white girl and are convinced that she must have come from a privileged life. Or at least she must have had more opportunities given to her." I hate to break it to you, but most people are not thinking about you or your position in life, especially on the bus. They are not thinking "What are you doing here?" They're probably thinking more along the lines of "I have to remember to get stamps". To presume that being a white woman on the bus is the cause of all-encompassing consternation for the non-white riders is narcissism at best, and more likely paranoia. This struck me as an essay on the writer's discomfort with taking the bus and HER thinking "What am I doing here?" My white, white-collar husband never encountered any such perceived hostility nor did he ever think to look for it.— March 30, 2010 2:42 p.m.
White Girl
My husband and the San Diego Chief of Police were once profiled in the MTS flyer as examples of people who ride the bus and the trolley to work. He sold his car and we figured in the two years he took the bus and trolley to work downtown(he eventually got a job at another company so it is no longer an option to use the MTS) we saved at least $5,000.00. No car payment, no insurance and no monthly parking fee. Oh, and no "shock and awes" either. Just simple economics.— March 30, 2010 12:08 p.m.
Tundra # 11
I was too. What else could I do? Kills the time (not to mention the pain) faster when being held hostage by the "phone-people"!— March 30, 2010 11:44 a.m.
Tundra # 11
No snoring, but my husband took the phone away that had fallen on the floor and the guilty party was STILL talking!! I had been gesturing to him for about an hour with the yack, yack, yack sign and all he could do was shrug. He woke me up laughing his ass off and I just told him "please, have mercy on me and end that call!!" There has to be two camps regarding the phone. I like face-to-face conversation, and my sister is exactly the same. We both screen like crazy and I have actually thrown my cell phone against the wall. At work, I used to have them both going at the same time, so at home the phone rings terror for me. I literally get a sick feeling whenever it rings. Plus, like AG said, it's typically a one-sided conversation with the terrorist bitching about said job, mother, family, husband, boyfriend, teenage kids, etc. Booooring.— March 29, 2010 8:28 p.m.
Tundra # 11
Oh, I am with you both on that one. I literally passed out on a marathon phone caller friend once. They won't stop until they have exhausted themselves and you as well. Then it takes another 10 minutes just to wind down the goodbye portion while you look around for the nearest sharp instrument upon which to impale yourself. Glad to know there are other phone-phobics out there besides me. Great story, Quill!— March 29, 2010 2:47 p.m.
the seven days of creation
While I have enormous use for critters of the canine persuasion, alas, my cats harbor none. I get my doggie fix with our neighbor's extra-large lab. She and I go for twice-weekly long walks, much to my cats' disgust.— March 29, 2010 2:32 p.m.
the seven days of creation
Very funny, CF and AG!!! Daniels, my husband came with a cat and it was a deal sealer for me. Any guy who loves animals and does not categorize them based on crap like guys love dogs/girls love cats stereotypes is an out of the gate mate for life. Nan, my sister's rabbits used to love to "mate" with her kids stuffed animals. Those bunnies are ANIMALS!!!— March 28, 2010 7:27 p.m.
For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry
Hence the appeal to a more cerebral audience.— March 28, 2010 7:13 p.m.
Inked/edited
Oh lordy, I have been wanting to ask that question for awhile!! nan, you have the best visual blog, not to mention your amazing prose, but where do you find these fine examples of male pulchritude?— March 27, 2010 5:55 p.m.