Too Good to Clean Toilets

I must have been under a rock because I just heard about all of the fuss concerning the stupid comments made by Mexican President Vicente Fox. He praised his countrymen for their hard work and willingness to do the jobs that black folks won't do.

Damn right! In case Mr. Fox was under the same rock 30 years ago, my people overcame.

But what is up with proclaiming that America should welcome these hard-working Mexicans to do our dirty work? Instead of chastising black people, I think Fox should concern himself with the truly sad state of affairs in Mexico. If there are not enough jobs being created there, then maybe he is the one with the problem. It's aweful that the best his citizens can hope for are the jobs that no Americans want.

This morning the hub and I attempted to debate this issue (actually, I attempted to discuss it with him, but he was more interested in watching the rain fall on the car). My point was that Fox's comments reinforce notions of superiority in this country. Nautralized Americans are too good for certain jobs, so we give them to immigrants. The hub says that this has always been the case. His parents took the crappy jobs as did my grandparents. They took those jobs to provide the means for us to choose not to take them.

I am not offended by the implication that blacks are unwilling to do menial labor because we've been there and done that. Those of us who have choices have exercised those rights, just as every other immigrant group in this country did before us. Those among us who do not have choices, well, they have no reason to complain if the work is available and they don't pursue it (so says the woman with no job).

I'll send in my applications right away Mr. Cosby...

I Have Good Intentions

But I'm still headed on that road to Hades. Maybe, but it seems that way sometimes.

Take my blogging habit, for instance. I'm supposed to do this everyday so that I write something every day. Only, nowadays, I go days between posts even though that is hardly my intention. I intend to write, but somehow I just don't keep up with it like I should.

I should do as the great Yoda suggests, and not 'try'...I must DO what I intend.

Otherwise, I am useless as a human being. I become a failure.

I am not sure what else I intended to write today. I sat on the couch and watched two episodes of "Desperate Housewives" and that kept me occupied for the evening. I probably could have written something, but then again, I can't remember if I was at all inspired to do so earlier.

I intend to be a better lawyer, but I've got to do a better job of keeping promises and appointments. I get where I need to eventually, but somewhere along the line, there is this creeping feeling that I could be a lot better if I just got my act together. I intend to be a better wife, but I just never feel like doing that much housework. I intend to be an attentive gardener, but today it got dark and I just couldn't balance the need to plant veggies with the need to clean my kitchen. I intend to be a better dancer, but then again, you can only work with the tools God gave you...

My life is a mess! I owe it all to my Adult Hyper-Active Attention Deficit Disorder. I have AHAADD. However, this is my own diagnosis of my issues, so I could be wrong (hey, I'm a lawyer, not a doctor).

And I am un-medicated. Apparently if I take some of the medications that get advertised on TV, I will be more focused, but I will lose interest in sex, eating, sleep, joy and life in general. What fun would it be to be on time for things, but not to enjoy the experience? I think I'll remain the mess that I've become.

At least until I have children. If my daily drama interferes with my ability to be a good mother, then I will get my act together the best way possible. I'll move back in my with my parents.

That's enough to scare anyone straight. Ciao!

Long Time No Blog

Well, I tried yesterday, but because the system went down in the middle of my creative process, I lost the post. I won't even try to re-create it, because it was just self-indulgent dribble. I was feeling a bit sorry for myself, then I started to feel better, but anyway, it was boring.

Not that what I plan to write today is any more exciting. Hmmm, my day consisted of a divorce clinic, lunch at a local coffee shop, dance rehearsal, dinner at a chili restaurant, and a night of shopping at Target. Whew.

Gee, my life is boring. I guess this is what happens once you get settled into married life. You look forward to Target on the weekends. Cool people spend Saturday night at dinner or a movie or at a club...we don't even know the names of any clubs anymore.

It's like we died and ended up in Nebraska. I bet we're even too boring for them.

Anyway, Rick is watching SNL and I just submitted my final grades for my class. Now onto the rest of the work that I've neglected for the past seven weeks...

The most exciting thing I've done recently is to mold an elephant for my cousin out of clay for a school project. I was more excited to discover that I still had some artistic talent buried down in me. However, kids are not so easily satisfied. She got over my artistic triumph pretty quickly, since she spent the rest of the night laughing at me. Just wait till she gets to be my age, then she'll see that I'm not as pathetic as she thought. I'm just typical.

The latest thing is that Rick has been making fun of me for being both a 'bitty' and hyper active (strange concoction). The bitty thing is just silly, and despite his countless examples of my bittishness, I think he's full of it (sounds pretty bittish to me). He also swears that I'm ADHD, which is entirely possible. I can't focus on anything. I bought scrapbook stuff for a project I'm thinking about, but in all likelihood, I won't finish it. The last scrapbook project I started is still incomplete. My short story on the woman who attends funerals is half-way complete (but I'm already doubting it). My novel and the screenplay I wanted to write are also still works in progress. I am a mess.

Can anyone imagine me as a grandmother? Apparently no one has to imagine it...

Well, I'm off to do the laundry now. Woohoo!