What?

Summer is over?

Are you sure?

Oh.. well yea, I guess so.

What about the heat though?

Oh.

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I had a small panic attack yesterday (okay not really, its just for dramatic effect) thinking about Seige being old enough for school next September.

Two years ago he couldn't even walk. Or talk. Or feed himself. Or scream loud enough in a pitch only dogs are capable enough to hear.

sniff sniff sniff

My baby's growing up, and I can't stop it!

I thought I could stick it another year at good ol' FoodBasics... but after a not so nice conversation with Ro last night, I've realized there's no way I can work there 365 more days.

I'd end up strangling someone - possibly myself - before the year was up.

I plan to be out of there, and in a new stable, full time job before Christmas.

Good bye yellow and green!

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As I mentioned yesterday, visits to my father's house are far and few between. Dad musta been thinking the same thing as he called to invite myself and Ro for a BBQ on Monday.

For this to be a weird offer, you have to know three things:

1) I am white

2) Ro is black

3) My father is old-fashioned

Old-fashioned in the way of thinking black & white don't mix unless you're talkin' about room decorating.

He calls Ro "Carmen". I guess he figures that is a more 'black' name than Roman. Gotta give my dad a bit of credit though - He usta say "your boyfriend". Moving Ro up in status from an object to a person with a name. Even if it's the wrong name.

My Aunt Dee (father's sister) married a black man. They've divorced since, having two children from the time they were married. Figuring that mixed-race marriages were more taboo back in the 60s, it has given my dad time to understand that it isn't colour that makes the person.

Sometimes it's just amusing, the way my father thinks.

Back in the Spring, there was a family dinner... dad asked if 'Carmen' would be coming - that my Aunt Dee was bringing her new boyfriend. I didn't understand such comment until I met the boyfriend - he was black.

Why my father thinks all black men know each other is beyond me.

He's trying.

Dear old Dad.

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I think I'll have me some rain sex this holiday weekend.

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