Not Fair People
I am going to say some things in this post that may not be nice. My sentiments here are shallow at best. Juvenile even. But we've been to the fair this week, and I need to process. If my mocking of all things carny is going to bother you, skip down to my nice post where I reflect on social justice. Or go read this, or look at these pretty pictures.You're still here? Well don't say I didn't warn you.So the fair. Yeah. The bottom line is this:WE ARE NOT FAIR PEOPLEThe trouble is, we live right . . .
Do I Look a Little Lost? (or, how India converted to Islam)
Apparently several people think I need saving. The Jehovah Witnesses have laid off for the moment, but today there was a knock on the door from the neighbor across the street.She came bearing gifts: some outfits for the kids, some Michealangelo inspired bath soaps, a gawdy bedazzled jewelry box, chocolates, and a brand-spankin' new Qu'ran and some educational literature on the Muslim faith. Once again, I was struck with an overwhelming need to let my neighbor know that her religious beliefs were . . .
Getting Real
Angel over at Voice of Adventure just posted this challenge on her blog: The truth is I am SICK, SICK, SICK of people feeling all alone because they think everyone else is less screwed up than them. It's ridiculous. We all have our times we are flying high and our times we are doing a nose dive. Why do we all pretend? It's all a pack of lies wrapped in a bunch of arrogance. So I am going to give it my best shot and TRY to get real on this blog. This is a get real zone. No bull allowed. I love . . .
Indiana Jones and the Decline of Gray Matter
My husband and I love movies. I will admit, I am somewhat of a movie snob. I like independent films. I love a good story with an astute character sketch. I love a documentary that makes me think. I love movies with sweeping cinematography, great acting, and a juxtaposition of cultures. I never met a Merchant Ivory film I didn't like. Over the years, Mark's taste has evolved and he is pretty game for these types of movies, too. However, all this flies out the window when Mark is with his . . .
Now I Have Seen It All
I wrote a few days ago about how we are all still suffering from some lingering gastro-intestinal issues after our Haiti trip. I remain committed to not discussing poop on my blog, but suffice it to say that my family is single-handedly keeping Immodium Chewables in business right now. Anyways, I was joking with Mark last night about how bad I was feeling. I wish that if I was gonna get sick with some foreign parasite, it would be the kind that made me lose lots of weight. I mean, if I'm . . .
we be illin’
We all have a bit of a lingering bug. We are calling it a "touch of the Haiti". All of it us are just a little off. I have taken a two hour nap both today and yesterday, which is VERY unusual for me. The kids are having frequent meltdowns. We have been watching a lot of tv, because I am just so tired. There is something else going on, that I am hesistant to mention. You see, the other day, I saw my blog posted on another blog. There is an application that gives a "snapshot" of blogs if you . . .
NWA Day
I just saw this on my friend Kendra's blog, whose husband is a rapper (of the clean variety). It is hilarious and I had to share. I have totally done this in the car with my kids, when I've just gotta listen to some potty-mouthed music like Amy Winehouse.It also brings back some memories because I can remember singing this song at the top of my lungs in high school. But that is a story for another time . . . . . .
A Load of Croc
My family has a love-hate relationship with Crocs. My kids love them, and I hate them. I tend to be on board with this other girl named Kristen, who describes them as the bane of modern civilization. I tried so hard to resist buying them for my kids. Friends were raving about their comfort , and all the kids at playgroup were wearing them. Jafta saw them in stores and begged and begged. Finally, I relented with India, because her feet were getting stinky in her Vans and sandals would not stay . . .
The Dreadlock Dilemma is now The Dreadlock Disaster
I don't even want to talk about it. I'll let the photo speak for itself . . . . . .
The Dreadlock Dilemma
Jafta has been asking me, with increasing fervor, to cut his dreadlocks off. He really wants a buzzcut like his friend Nate, and like his cousins Austin and Derek. I think that he is at an age where he is noticing the physical differences between he and most of his friends. His hair is a major difference, and he wants to look more like everybody else. I know that this is the right thing to do for him, but I am just wrestling with it. I know it sounds so shallow. It's just hair, right? But for . . .
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