I am in a total blog slump. I'm not entirely sure why. I have stuff to blog about. I just don't feel like it.
So, my goofy dog has now decided that she owns the bed whether I'm in it or not. You see, the head of my bed is against my front bedroom window. Lucie likes to lay on the pillows and look out the window all day. It's like The Discovery Channel for dogs. Now that it's getting light so early, the dog's waking up at around 6. This is totally not cool. Instead of waiting for me to get up, she simply comes up and sits on my head. She is completely fine with this. I am not. This is bad. I'm losing my power over her. Hey dog! Respect my authoritay!!
Secondly, I live in a small community not far from Pittsburgh. It's suburbia, or as SJ calls it "White People Land". It really is too. Case in point. About 5 or so years ago, the local school district built a new elementary school. The old one has been up for sale since. Several months ago, a Pittburgh-based Islam group bid on the building. This is the first interest that has ever been shown in this building. Naturally, this did not sit well in White People Land. There were many protests made at community meetings and such. OMG! They could be terrorists!! Or worse!! They could MOVE HERE!!! Watch for falling property values!! FLEE IN TERROR!!! Because of all the ill will, the group decided not to go through with the purchase. This infuriates me on so many levels. First, these people aren't terrorists. They wanted to open a cultural center, you know, a place that *educates* people against prejudice and stereotypes. Secondly, it would be nice to see different people in this community. When I lived it NJ, I thought it was awesome that I could walk out of my apartment and hear several different languages being spoken. We need a cultural infusion to get us out of this damn white slump we're in. As for them moving here, I don't know about you, but I like new foods! I could make new friends that would invite me over for dinner! Fun!! Alas, my xenophobic, closed-minded, conservative, super Christian, loser neighbors don't see it this way. Tell you what, why don't you call Jerry Falwell and tell him we have a building for him. At least then I'll have a place to take out my rage on.
Name: Kim L.
Location: Pittsburgh (Yeah Steelers!!)
Age: 27
Occupation: English Teacher, student
Quote: "Buckle up - it makes it harder for aliens to abduct you." ~bumpersticker
Avoiding: as much stupidity as possible (a Herculean effort)
Lost Prophecies:
Welcome to the one procratination tool I have left. I'm an overworked, underpaid English teacher. I do, however, love my job. Seriously, I really do. Anyhow, this blog started in my grad school days. I'm currently redoing it to reflect my new position in life. Enjoy!
The Faerie Ring:
"Mom" - My mom who is the most wonderful mom in the world! We hang out together and go to craft shows.
"Dad" - My dad who pretends to be a hunter/mountain man. He makes good grouse and is convinced pizza is health food.
"Glitter Sister" - My sister who can be distracted by sale tags and sparkly objects. She's 20.
"Survivor Uncle" - One of my two uncles who feed me on Thursdays while watching Survivor. He likes Donny Osmond a little too much.
"Alliance Uncle" - Survivor Uncle's partner. We have an alliance and kick people off islands.
"The Tilted Dog" - Lucie, the cutest dog in the whole world. She's afraid of the kitchen and likes to chase squirrels. She also leans to the left when she has an ear infection.