To Be Or Not...

Mulling over this whole blog thing, I started to wonder if I weren't wasting away precious time. Maybe I should be dusting, or mopping, or maybe scrubbing the bathtub. Like many I'm sure, I'm always questioning the importance of things, sometimes to a fault. So is it a waste of time to read a book, watch a documentary on the PauPau tribe and their many body piercings, paint stripes in my dining room rather than just throw a coat of paint on the wall, etc, etc, etc....? Is my time being spent well learning the ins and outs of blogs and tip-tapping on my keyboard another post for my accidental blog journal? Ponder, ponder, ponder.... BLAM-OOOOH, an answer, or maybe a rationalization, I dunno sometimes.

What makes me happy --- fullfilled, or at the very least, sustained for the moment? It's all about priorities, huh? If I'm having a house guest and they'll be showering in my bath with the big dirt ring around the tub, this will cause me to feel much less than the perfect host. See diagram below:

<-10--------------------- 0 -------------------10>

Where on the number line do you fall if a guest takes a shower in your dirty tub? I'm at about a -2. Generally I like to fall somewhere around +2, but at the very least at the neutral point of 0.

Anyway, my conclusion: I better clean the tub before I write in my blog. I've wanted to journal for a long time, but never seem to get around to it. I love playing on the computer and thus, a web log is the perfect fit. I will write when the mood strikes and I will get enjoyment from that. So I'm excited to have come to the conclusion that my blog is not a big waste of time.

Where's the Diced Turkey?

Hello,

This is in response to the Blog "Blame it on Mexico."

I hope I don't come off as an ignorant bigot, but the #1 reason I'm even wading through this website is due to the fact that my state, California, has had such a HUGE increase in the Mexican population over the last 20 years.

My husband and I are seriously considering packing up our two boys and moving to Oregon because our children are a minority in our middle-class Los Angeles suburb. We are an all American, flag raised high, family of European decent... yes, caucasian. Perhaps it's racist to want to be in the majority of a population, but the fact remains, we wish to live, work, and send our children to schools that have a predominantly caucasian population. We want our school lunch menus to resemble those that we ate from when we were in school, not, burritos, chimichangas, and nachos, every other day. What happened to diced turkey, mashed potatoes, and a bun?

We had to call 911 on a little emergency about 6 months ago... guess what language the operator answered the phone? Espanol!

When we checked into Children's Hospital of Los Angeles for a pre-op appointment, guess what language the forms were given to us? ESPANOL!

When you flip through the channels on our TV line-up guess what language the programs are in on every other channel? ESPANOL!

We were remodeling our home and doing quite a bit of Home Depot shopping. Sometimes it was difficult to know if we were choosing the proper fixture or part. Guess what language the boxes were in? Espanol!

It's all well and good to respect the lives of every race and culture, but when your USA town has been over-run by another culture, and you find yourself basically forced into assimilating with that alien force, you might start wondering if you are not a racist bigot. Not to mention, of course, that your children's curriculum must be geared around those children that must learn the English language first!

With All Due Respect, Frustrated in California