Aye, laddie, does bring me back to the old country.
* * *
Was disgusted one-too-many times by the moss and ooze seeping from the run-off down the back 40. The back stairs were covered with it. The curb out front seemed to be blanketed with a primordial ooze. It looked, as Eldest pointed out, like a combination turkey poop/snot/puke. [You're welcome!]
I spent quite a bit of time scrubbing and hosing it off. A bit must have gotten into my left eye. Made worse only by the knowledge that I know what that stuff is.
* * *
Anonymity emboldens some like alcohol emboldens others. "But wait," you say, "aren't you writing with the cloak of invisibility yourself?" To a degree, of course, I am. I have not hidden my blog from people I know. I don't put my full name out there or my children's real names for precisely the reasons I related recently in writing about someone creating a Facebook fan page for the middle school. It's just not prudent to do so. And I've always used an internal litmus test on what to share and what not to share. But the words I put to "screen" are words I would be willing to say aloud to anyone.
- To that Realtor (TM) who encouraged lying
- To anyone employed by Blue Shield Motherfuckers of California
- To the others present at the PTA meetings
- To the second grade teachers who talk about "ancestors" coming to America
- To David Hasselhoff, even
This is me. I am this person you read. I may be an elitist, a racist, a satirist, and a foul-mouthed bitch. But I am also honest.
This is me. This is my blog. Who the hell are you?