It’s not racist. It’s heritage.

I really want to like my family.  I love them I do.  But I don’t like them.  I want.  I just can’t.  I don’t think I ever will.  If the truth was known I probably don’t like any of them.  Not my mom.  Not my Aunt Doo.  Not by brother.  Not any of them.

The reason:

Well here’s a perfectly good example.  With the onset of the controversy over the Confederate Flag my Aunt Debbie has taken to posting things like this:

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She prefaces all of this with “this isn’t racist, it’s just a southern thing.”

And I’m supposed to believe it.  This is a woman who was fired from her job of ten years for making racist comments against a co-worker.  This is a woman who would rather be poor than vote for Obama.  (She is poor.  She supports her grand kids through welfare and public assistance.)  I’ve said for years that my family would rather me come home with a white boy than a black girl.  And I’m supposed to believe it’s not meant exactly as it appears.

And it frustrates me.  Because I call her on it.  I tell her it’s racist.  I tell it’s bullshit.  She never owns it.  So this is what I wrote tonight in response to the above meme:

Because you are a racist. I’ll tell you the same thing I tell Ronnie. I don’t care if you are racist. But stop the bullshitting and just admit it. I’d respect you so much more if you did. Instead you hide behind this “it’s a southern thing” which is white speak for racist. EVERYONE knows it. You know it. I know it. So stop pretending and just admit it.

I no longer care if I piss her off.  I no longer care what she thinks.  This idea that you can post racist bullshit and pretend it’s “heritage” has to stop.  It is what it is.  Just admit it.

There.

Me. Again. For a moment.

Adam likes it when I blog.  Which surprises me a little bit.  I’d think he wouldn’t like our laundry aired.  So I really, really, really am going to try and start being more frequent with my posts.

I’m sitting in my office, which is one of our three bedrooms.  He’s in the kitchen making a cake.  It’s very peaceful back here.  I can hear the TV, I can hear him working, occasionally he’ll ask me a question or say something.  It’s very nice.  I like our house.  I like our life.  I like Adam!

So tonight I took photos of our house for my mom so I thought I’d share them.  Here you go.  IMG_0749

This is the front of our house in the summer.  The hydrangea has just started blooming.  IMG_0753

Another shot down by the garage.  Our lawn is landscaped within and inch of it’s life.

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We have a LOT.  LET ME REPEAT A LOT of day lilies.  The previous owner was a horticulturist and bred them and cultivated them.  You can’t see it in the photo but there are labels like in a botanical garden that shows their name.  They are all named after Democratic politicians.   There are a lot in the back yard as well.  IMG_0755

This is the back yard.  We have double patio doors that we want to replace with french doors.  Where the window is all the way to the right we’d also like to add a french door.  It’s the Master Bedroom.  The area with the weird ground cover like space is where a dog run used to be.  We took out the fence and are letting the grass grow back.

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This is the piano room.  It’s off to the right through the window.

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Look!  More day lilies.

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This is our new kitchen with it’s new subway tile backsplash.  It will be completely done in another couple of weeks.

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The stove with it’s new vent hood. It just needs the outside put on.

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Our refrigerator.  I’ve never had an ice maker in my life.

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My favorite part of the kitchen.  It’s pretty.

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The living room in the back ground.

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And Judy in the living room window!

How can you not love a face like that?

Fuckers!

It’s so great that my office doesn’t smell like pee.  I actually have enjoyed being in here for the past hour.

So.

I don’t consider myself patient.  Adam will tell you differently but I think the only person in the world I’m actually patient with is him.

So.

Tonight.

I didn’t leave work tonight till almost 8:45.  It was a long day that started by my oversleeping and getting to work late.  I spent the day putting out fires in the hotel I manage and I mean ugly situations.  We fucked up four different times today with people’s reservations.  We had to move people around, and one couple was actually bumped out of our hotel and put in a hotel across the street from us.  Whoops.  It all ended with everyone happy but it was a stressful afternoon.

I then had an hour long meeting with a person (and her assistant) that is forcing us to do a party for 25 of her friends.  And I mean forcing, I told her no the first two times she called, so she called our less than nice owner and he called and told me I was doing it.  It’s on a Friday in July and it’s going to be a royal pain in my ass but we are certainly doing it.  The chef/owner who was present at the meeting today for the first time ever I saw him visibly agitated with a guest.  This woman was smug and entitled and full of it, asking for the world.  He finally just said no which he NEVER does.  I was proud of him.

Then to top it off the restaurant was slammed tonight.  The numbers we did tonight, a Thursday we were doing on Saturdays last August.  It was crazy.  Needless to say I barely got any of the work I needed to get done today before I left.

So.

I’m starving.  I work at a restaurant but I forgot to order food today and it was too busy to get something before I left.  So I decide to stop at Chipotle.  I pull into the drive and the place is a mob scene.  The line is out the door.  I don’t have the energy to wait in line so I decide to drive to the other one in town.  It’s out of the way but better than standing in line.

I get there and there are four people in line.  Two boys, each hotter than the next.  And a woman with her daughter.  I’m standing there gazing at the boys and BAM some kid pushes me out of the way and the next thing I know the woman is joined by her two sons.  AND THEN.  She’s joined by her husband and another kid.  So what was four people in front of me is now 8.

FUCK THAT SHIT.  I bite my tongue.  It’s not that they were in front of me, it’s the way they went about it and the entitled bullshit aura they were giving off.  I continue to bite my tongue.  And then it became apparent that they had never been to a Chipotle before.  They asked stupid questions, they couldn’t make up their minds.  It ended up taking about fifteen minutes to get their food prepared.

Well actually it took a little longer.

BECAUSE.

When the father of the group got to the counter the kid making burritos decided that would be a good time to make the burritos for the call in order they had.  So it was actually close to 20 minutes before they made their way to the table and I got to make my burrito.

FUCK!

I wanted to punch them all in their ugly, fat faces!

FUCKERS!

That was close to two hours ago and I’m still fuming about it.

 

Cat Pee Re-visited!

WOW.  It’s July 1st.  How the hell did that happen?

I’ve been missing in action lately but I’m hoping to be better.  Part of the problem has been that my office, where my computer is smelled like cat pee to no end.  Seriously.  It was disgusting.

Until today!

We finally discovered the source of the smell.

And how did we discover this?

Well, I’m glad you asked.

Adam had been told by several friends to get Nature’s Miracle.  Supposedly it works wonders and is great at getting rid of the odor of pet urine.  We bought some on Monday.  Today we make plans to move the furniture in the guest room and do the floors in the hopes that it would work.

I went in to prep the room and what did I disover?  Cat poop in the middle of the unmade guest bed.  YUCK!  So I investigated.  Turns out the mattress was soaded in cat pee.  Disgusting.  You’d think we’d have noticed it was wet but we did not.  We immediately moved the mattress to the garage and then I had a friend come help me take it to the recycling center.  And we covered the box spring in plastic.

And just like that the smell of cat pee in our house is gone.

Now.

We have to figure out how to keep them from doing it again.

We are kind of glad that’s all it is.  We were prepping ourselves to spend thousands of dollars to have the floors redone.  Now we just have to buy a mattress.  We are actually going to replace ours and put ours in the guest room.  The big question now is whether to stay with a queen or upgrade to a king?

Hopefully with the smell gone I won’t mind being in my office and will be more anxious to blog again.

That’s my hope anyway!