Where should I start?

Austin was nice. I went there to train like I mentioned before. It was really great meeting people who had similar interest as me. I found a brillian young man (Katrina survivor) who is going to do help me with my web site. I had a bomb ass roomate who ironed my clothes for me (I'm challenged in that area)and I brewed the coffee. We talked about poverty and the causes of poverty and the discussions were intelligent and deep and throught-provoking.
So I returned that friday and went to my volunteer post that following Monday. (this is a volunteer position if I didn't mention). So far it's been good. Everyone in the office are conservative and I am the only liberal, at least I thought I was...there is this old white lady, I mean she's not really old, maybe 60, but she's a liberal, and not only is she a liberal but she marched for civil rights, for women's rights, and she's a fan of Castro! We talked and she is going to sign the petition for Assata Shakur! She lived in California and met the Black Panthers. I was surprised because In East Texas this is rare. I live around Big Time Bush supporters, who support the war.
What else... oh,I went to a get together over the weekend at my sister-n-law's house and it was for her husband's birthday and we were all drinking and playing dominoes and there was just one other couple there besides me and my husband, and the woman is slutty and I knew this, but check this out, this bitch had the audacity to lick her tongue at my husband when I wasn't looking (he told me). Dig that one! We were all sitting at the table. Me, my husband, her husband, her, my husband's sister, and her husband. So this is my thing: okay, it's okay for her to be attracted to him, and it might be okay for her to lick her tongue out at him (providing I was dead), but it Ain't okay for her to do SHIT while I'm sitting at the table! And the killing part about it is I know her. It isn't like this was our first time meeting. Then she had the nerve to invite me to her party week after next. So to make a long story short, I didn't go off on her at the party (I try to be mature these days) but will wait for her call about the party and when she does I'm going to light into her ass.

I just got back from Houston, visiting family, actually I went up there to meet my father, from New Orleans, to get my kids. I visited my cousins in Houston and my uncle, who is back from Africa and bought me some artifacts. I hate Houston--it's big and hot and spread out. My cousins kept telling me: right down the street and right down the street would be like a 15 or 20 minute drive. When I lived in Memphis it took me twenty minutes to communte from the suburbs to the city! After a full day of down the streets I was smelling like a man, hot as it was.
So I'm back from Houston as of Sunday but today, this morning infact, I am headed to Austin for 4 days. I'll be training for my new part-time job.
But since I've been back from New Orleans a lot has happened. The day I got back, and I should have known this was going to happen, my car started acting up. Everytime I rent a car my car gets jealous, I guess, and starts acting up. Well, before I left for out of town my husband asked me to put a little oil in the car. Well, I went out and bought some but when I got home I realized that we already had a half of quart so I put that in instead. He came in and out the entire quart that I had bought, and I watched him without telling him I put a half a quart in there(I forgot). The next day the car is smoking, oil is spilling. I took it to the oil change place because it was due and they told me that there was too much oil in the car ( I knew that). They changed the oil, got the level right and sent me on my way. SO I went out of town and came back, turned in my rental, turned the ignition of my car on--nothing. I had the battery checked and it was perfect, the alternator...nothing wrong there. Nobody knew what was wrong with the stupid car. It did have 137,000 miles on it, and the dealer said if the tires had any skin on them at all he would take it...so I traded it in...for a new car....and boy does it feel nice.
Now I guess my computer missed me as well because It started tripping when I got back home and all of my work was on there and if something happened to my work I would cry, cry, cry, so I had the work backed up and traded that puppy in for a new one as well.
That's all for now. Oh, I can't spell check this for some reason so bear with me...I am the worst speller.

Big feet little feet?

About two months ago my father called me and said he'd be having this big 4th of July thing in honor of my cousin, who ended up not showing up. Anyhow I was up to about 6 or 7 miles per day before I left so I was looking hot! I showered and put on my white Marlyn Monroe dress, it was all white except for a few tan beads around the waist. I set it off with some tan sandals with a medium heel. Well, it had rained before so my heels were sinking into the soft dirt with every step I took so I changed into my birkenstock like sandals. They're comfortable, but unflattering. After a few hours of mingling my aunt-tee walked up to me and said,"Girl, I know you're apart of this family--cause you got big feet," I swallowed and looked down at her feet which were spread over her birkenstock sandals like two loaves of bread with toes and said, "Well, I'm damn near six feet tall, I'd look crazy with small feet," which is what I always say. I have big feet, and I will always have big feet, I've come to accept it. But I find it ridiculous when people expect me to have smaller feet. Black folk have big feet on average anyway....Then I started to think. I once read about a tribe in Mexico who would flatten their noses breaking the bones. Generation after generation they did this until somehow it became part of their genetic makeup. After a while their children were born with these flat noses and now they can be identified by these noses. Okay now, I was thinking about slavery. The feet of slaves had to be big and unsightly because they were always barefoot, and before slavery they were in tribes where they were also barefoot. So my question is: are black folks feet, on average bigger, because of the conditions of our ancestors?When I first sat down to write today I was going to take the diva route and talk about how good I looked, but it seems like everybody wants to be a diva these days. Shit, I've been there and done that and done it so well, and besides my big feet don't fit into those shoes any more.