Okay, I know. I've been negligent in posting this blog. Believe it or not, I still journal everyday, I just don't always post my blog. I suppose it's because I find it easier some days to sit and sip my coffee while writing. Lugging my laptop, firing it up, and getting on the internet seems a lot of trouble to me lately. But I'm back at work and in my office by 6:30 a.m. So I will return to my routine of posting my blog as soon as I get in my office.
What's going on? Obama is the democratic candidate for president. A dear friend of mine bet me that this would never happen. I should have made the brother put his Jaguar on the line. McCain has made a really stupid move with his VP choice. Whose baby is it anyway: hers or her daughter's? The Clintons, the Clintons, what can I say?
My niece has had a daughter: this makes me a great aunt tenfold, I think. I've lost count of the new kids in the family. Everyone is doing fine. My son is at Howard. At 5:00 a.m. on Monday, I received a photo of and a message about a cockroach in his room, on my cellphone. I know, $23,000 + for cockroaches and mice. Well, he hasn't seen the mice yet; but when I asked the R.A. "what does my son need to be comfortable in Drew hall," he told me, "mice bait." Oh, well, what can I say? I gave my son the spiel about how you don't kill mice because of the bacteria they emit, lawdy, lawdy, dah; and how you need to be adamant about calling the Dean of Residence Life and demanding that they exterminate. I'm just getting the kid primed for how to deal with property owners if he winds up being a renter for a short time after graduation.
But yes, I'm wholly taken aback by roaches and mice in Howard's dorms. My son is a better person than I am, I would be ballistics about right now and staging a sit in on the quad. When I was leaving campus on Wednesday, a student from Africa pointed out that he had been bit by bed bugs in Carver Hall. Okay, enough, I'll stop here.
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I'm shaking my head because, for a time, these were my bed mates.
Ah...sweet memories:
Aunt Sus (Detroit for "sis") used to say "Don't put chya' milk down boway....the brothers'll get in it"
Open a cabinet and it looks as if bullets just flew off the corn flakes.
The sad wrecking of roach romance in the kitchen sink.
Pretending to be Luke Skywalker with a broom, holding a mouse down until it died of uncertainty and fear.
Waking up to one of the brothers running across my face. (I shutter still!)
But most importantly, I remember the horrific embarassment that lived in my soul whenever I met a girl I was attracted to.
IT WON'T WORK I thought...too embarassed to bring anyone home.
I think I read more because of that!
You are hilarious, but I hope that these critters weren't in Michigan's dorms!
Well, I never lived in the dorms.
But I KNOW the brothers did. (laugh)
And to this day, you can go to the hospital, and sometimes they will be sitting on one of those manhole covers or chilling as a group in the grass.
They are as confident as skunks!
It's creeeeepy.
Yes, they are. They are probably older than humankind.
I was at Howard from 79-84, and let me tell you there have always been those crawly little things in Drew Hall. I'm thinking this is a tradition that would be better served to like maybe stop?
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