I'm Not Racist

So I was working on a crossword with Daulton today, and one of the words turned out to be "sari." He had never heard of these. So I started to explain but was quickly stopped with this diatribe:
"I don't want to talk about it. I hate them. We gave them India. We gave the Jews Jerusalem and Germany. We gave the Europeans Europe. I hate them. I hate those wet-back Mexican ocean swimmers. I'm not racist. Black people are ok here, but no one else. We're giving them the U.S. I don't hate black people. The only Mexican people I love are the two in my family. I hate the rest. The only black person I love is my cousin Braden. I hate the rest. I'm not racist. My dad and I sit around at home and joke about the 'n' word. I wouldn't say it to their faces though or I'd get beat up. My dad once called a bunch of black guys the 'n' word, and they beat him up. I don't want to talk about it."
I'm not exaggerating. I'm not making this up. That's what he said as best as I can remember it. I doubt he realizes how little sense he even made. When I asked him more about it, he just said, "I don't want to talk about it."
Bobbie got $20 more in quarters today. She got $20 earlier this week. I have no idea what she does with these quarters.
I've been collecting a lot of rent checks the past couple days. Most everybody gets paid the third of the month, so I'll probably get the rest on Monday.
Camouflage Tazmanian Devil.
Jeremy's (Jana's foreigner terrorist husband) birthday was today. Anna and I called and wished him a happy birthday. Fortunately, I don't think we interrupted any special birthday loving. I guess that already happened (Blame Jeremy, Jana. He's the one who brought it up).
I'm thirsty.
I went to Wallyworld tonight. I got a whole ton of tea. None of it is cold yet. My life is ruined.
I can't wait until the Broncos pull out the AFL throwback uniforms. That'll be sweet. After they start losing, the throwback uniforms will pretty much be the only good thing about this season.
I'm following the Rockies-Dodgers game. There's all this discussion about whether or not the Rockies should try to win the division. Of course they should try. They need to stay in that winning mindset. Should they happen to lose tonight, then they can go ahead and rest players this weekend, but if they win, they need to keep trying to win.
I haven't heard anything about my grandmother today. She should be through with her surgery. I think my dad might fly out there later this week.
I just scratched my thigh on the baby-gate we have set up to keep Daisy out of the spare bedroom. I lead a terrible life.
There's an IHOP going in near Wal-Mart. This gives us an option besides Steak & Shake for late-night dining. There's another new restaurant going up near that Wal-Mart as well. There are no signs indicating what it might be. I'm hoping and praying and begging that it might magically be a Chick-Fil-A. I would kill for that.
My back is a little tight.
My butt is super tight. I should start a website in honor of this thing.
Anna and I gave Daisy a bath tonight. She now smells like thyme and rosemary again.
People who read this blog: Joel
Joel is the dashingly handsome, bespectacled fellow from our bridal party. He is remarkably hairy and enjoys combing his hair with his fingers. Joel and I lived together for our first three years at Calvin. We hardly talked freshman year. Joel likes playing computer games that involve building civilizations and declaring war. Joel hates it when you put a round trashcan in a corner. Joel is currently studying to be a lawyer at Wayne State. Joel enjoys rollerblading and tying one of each shoe he wore in his high school athletics career into a string of stinky. Joel sometimes thinks he's a ninja. He often wonders why the rum is gone. Mostly, Joel can be described as an international man of mystery.