conversations

3 things before I dive into my latest ranting.

1. People tend to talk to me. I don’t know why it’s always been like that...people tend to tell me things that perhaps they shouldn’t. Maybe it’s because I’m loud. Maybe it’s because I just so happen to be there at the right time and place who knows.

2. I won’t mention where I was when these two conversations happened....just in case the very few people that read my blog know these people or know of someone who knows these people.

3. On my musing about one of the conversations I’m going to come off as super judgmental...I try to see both sides to every story...but what this woman told me, a stranger just totally took me off guard.

Convo 1:
Lady told me that after 52 years of marriage her spouse was going to have his second open heart surgery in SD tomorrow. She didn’t think he was going to make it...She decorated for Xmas just to make things nice for him. Of course there was more detail than that but you get the gist of it. I listened to every word this viejita told me. I asked questions, made sure she had family to help/care for her and wished her luck....because I knew that if I was lucky to have been married to W for that long I would probably be there someday also. The circumstances will be different of course...but one day I might be the little old lady wanting to let the world know the man I love might not be around by the weekend.


Convo 2:
Lady at counter told me her daughter had thrown her life away (didn’t give me details) married the wrong man and now she was raising her grandchildren. But, she was thinking of putting them in foster care because maybe that would let her daughter know that she wasn’t going to take care of things any more for her. When she told me this I just blankly stared at her & told myself not to answer. I gave her a hard look, thanked her and left. WTF? She sits there looking like the Mexican Sarah Palalin all dressed up, nice makeup & cloths....telling me she’d toss her grandchildren aside like a stray cat? For me personally....oh hell no those are my blood, my grand babies. How the hell do I know if someone is going to treat them with love, compassion, and kindness....I don’t care if their mama is a crack head I would not, could not do so. I honestly would have to be terminally ill, crazy as fuck where I thought I was a duck, or so old I constantly peed myself while thinking I was a duck in a freaking streaming lake to not have my grand babies with me.... The second she told me that I was so angry with her I could have slapped her.

Senor Cullen

So Miss Tortilla sent me Twilight...told myself I wasn't going to touch it till after my chemistry final..but ya know I hate Chemistry & love vampires so I started reading it of course.

AND I can say that "yes, I get it." I get why all these teenage, middle age, old age whatever woman & gay men are loving it. Edward is bad boy perfection. He's got the heart of gold with the danger factor. SAFE DANGER? The Edward character is so well written he effortlessly strokes the mind, heart, and nocha of a woman. This lady Miss Meyer was seducing herself while she wrote this book & it worked.

The girl Bella is clumsy & plain...but he loves her for her scent. She's got the right sent for just him. How beautifully introduced is that....she was letting her audience know "hey any one of us can have a sexy caring bad boy vampire..."

ONE THING....and I can hear the hiss from readers already. Edward gives me the creeps. Yes, I said it...he watches her sleep, listens to all her conversations....teases her but can't bump uglies with her because he might hurt her....creepy!!! Sorry chicas I need friction that doesn't work for me. AND don't stick around 24/7 because I will come to hate you. A person needs to fart, shower, poop...whatever in peace. Alas, I've never been a romantic..guess that's why I married the most unromantic man in the universe & am totally happy...maybe that's why Edward bless his sexy white ass doesn't work for me.

I will however finish the book & probably read the others.... freaking Anne Rice has gone Christain on me I needed a good vampire book.

Viva la Twilight!

hungry

Allow me to bitch a moment....The bastards in charge decided to announce today what all of America with a pulse knows....we are in a recession. Ya think, assholes.

Anyway in my best Jerry Seinfeld impersonation "What is up with the cost of food?" I go to 4 different grocery stores. I buy only whats on sale. I use/clip coupons, buy extra coupons online (www.couponclippers.com) and yet every paycheck I'm having to stretch a dollar more and more to keep the fridge & pantry stocked. I was the worst offender when it came to eating out because I really dislike cooking. BUT when we bought a home we knew that my drive thru/take out/give the waitress/waiter a decent tip days had to end & we would only be eating out on occasion....fine, cut my veins, fine. Saturday on a now rare eating out occasion we decided to go out to my favorite restaurant (I don't want to say Mexican restaurant because really aren't they all? There's a Mexican in every kitchen doesn't matter if he/she is cooking barbecue....) Ya, that was kinda racist... So what, I'm half beaner....it's the truth. Anyway...their prices went up. When I first started eating there the tacos were about a $1.25 now they are $3.25 for one flipping taco. Guess I won't be seeing them for a while.

The cost of putting dinner on the table is making the freegans looks like geniuses (http://freegan.info/). It's your repulsion to get over with of course. I'm damn close to becoming granola...

I caught myself paying very close attention to 17 Kids and Counting (http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/17-kids-and-counting/duggar-family.html) when they showed how they make their own laundry detergent...These crazy baby producing people need their respect though, watching their show today they explained that they in fact own their own land, live debt free, and pay almost everything in cash...including their $1900.00 grocery bill. Go Daddy & Mama Dugger....

I'm considering starting a garden in the nana's backyard...forget the fact that I kill every plant I have ever been in charge of. Note: the plants in my home are cared for by the nana...I am only their roomate.

My question is when I was little I was told to eat my food because the kids in China are starving....will there come a day that the Chinese children are told to eat their food because the American kids are starving?