Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Stupid is as stupid does

I have a theory...desperate people = stupid people = scared people = racial profiling. 

Let me elaborate on my theory, but you are going to have to do a little mental role playing:

Imagine you are a 30 something, busy mother of three daughters.  Imagine that you don't have enough time in the day so imagine that you haven't been to the grocery in too long.  Imagine it's been so long since you've been to the grocery that for breakfast your children are being fed a bowl of cereal without milk and a slice of cheese.  That's right.  A slice of cheese to go with their dry golden grahams.  So, imagine you get this bright idea that if you get up at 5am to go to the grocery, you can kill a bunch of birds with a rock or whatever (DESPERATE).  Imagine you wake up at 4:55am and arrive at the store at 5:15 (this is where is gets STUPID).  I know you are following me- you are pretending there are empty aisles free of the Wednesday-senior-citizen-10%-discount-seeking-get-out-of-the-way-of-the-prunes types of people.   Imagine you quickly spend $70 on things like waffles and eggs and fresh fruit (don't imagine you bought cheese cause there is probably already some in your fridge that's a little past the expiration date).  Imagine you are all happy with yourself for getting food for your babies without having to deal with people at the grocery (STUPID again).  Then imagine you are walking to your car and you see a truck parked with it's headlights shining on your car.  At that moment imagine you are in a Lifetime Movie and you know this it the last moment of your sweet grocery shopping life.  But then, the truck drives away and you get even more SCARED because you realize that you are all alone in a desolate parking lot.  Now, imagine a harmless black guy walking by to enter the grocery to get his milk and bread...you following me?  Yeah, that's where the RACIAL profiling happens.   Pretend like this guy is getting ready to kill you..now mentally run like heck and jump in your car and lock your doors really hard so that you know it is really locked.  Now, imagine going home and feeling like a total racist.  But, then get over it because you're tired and have groceries to put away.

(p.s.  I really like all people except those that drink fuji  water, children from the ages of 4 to 18, and cubans.)

I kid, I kid.

I googled "am i a racist" and came up with this picture....
It didn't help me figure out if I was a racist or not, but it did remind me how weird people are.

I also found this website.  This will tell you if you're a racist or not.  It's fun, but I have an undergraduate degree is psychology so I enjoy this stuff.

https://implicit.harvard.edu/implicit/demo/


Friday, October 19, 2012

love this

This reminds me of my dad.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

A promising future

There is one more game of t-ball left for the mhs.  It's funny because they have gotten so much better in the few short months that they have played (mh1 got an "in the park" homer today!).  I feel like they have a promising future of fun in sports (not cheerleading) and that makes Mama happy.  No offense to my friends & family of mine that cheered in highschool and college.  I just don't want to spend time curling hair and watching competitions.  I want to spend time seeing the girls get dirty.  Like this:

 


Things I'm into right now (or want):
1.  Twitter.  My ultimate goal is to get retweeted by Ann Coulter
2.  Homeland
3.  I want to find BB cream for my face (any brand recommendations?)
4.  Finding Christmas presents for the girls' teachers
5.  Watching US war movies like Act of Valor (awesome movie)
6.  Recent movies seen at the theater:  Arco=good, Looper=ok, Lawless=AWESOME (I love Tom Hardy)
7.  Mumford & Sons, but then I previewed their album on iTunes and all the songs sound the same so I passed
8.  To see End of Watch
9.  Adding items to my "wishlist" on Amazon
10.  Searching #whitegirlproblems on twitter (sadly I can relate to most tweets because I used to want to be in a rap video, I'll blog about that at some other time)