I don't consider myself a racist. I openly admit I have people issues - big ones even. I'm quite honest when I say if I was given a gun and free rein the population of Hamilton would go from half a million to about, you know, twelve. (Okay, FINE. If I see an Asian behind the wheel of a car you can bet your bottom dollar that I'll move over a block or two or twenty. That's not racism. That's self preservation.) But I'm not racist. I'm merely people-ist. Except - oh come on, you all saw the "except" coming - when it comes to those Ninja moms. Am I the only person who's terrified when they see one? The all in black, two eye balls peeping out at you female. And I'm not talking every day Muslim women in hijabs. One of my closest "mom friends" from Julian's class is an incredible woman from Libya. I'm talking the head to toe stuff here. Sometimes they even have that window screening over the eyeball part. Can you walk past one without thinking they have 15 sticks of dynamite taped to their bellies and all they're waiting for is your sorry Western ass to pass by before they blow you and themselves up? Scary shit, I tell ya.
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Back in the olden days, when I'd returned back to Canada from my two year Connecticut stint I'd gotten a job at what polite people call an "Adult Video Establishment." I called it a porn shop. During that time, I'd met a guy, twenty years younger than me and gay as gay gets, who worked at another one of our stores in the region. For some bizarre - and to this day unknown - reason we ended up as close as two people could possibly get. As it tends to happen, life changes occur and we both went our separate ways but we still try to keep in touch if at all possible. Jeremy is in Toronto now but he managed to find time to come and visit us the other day. I invited Tara to come over and bring the girls seeing how he'd never met them. Claudia was clearly on her best 3 year old behavior when she was introduced to him -
"I don't think I like you .."
- so we just relied on Eloise who can't say much beyond "hiya" and she came through for us. We had an amazing visit, staying outside for most of the day watching Tara weed my garden - ten feet deep and forty feet long. I'd say she needs professional mental help but I won't because if I did she won't do it again next year - and keeping the girls from running out on to the street.
Jeremy
Claudia the biker babe in training
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And finally, a quick update on my sister in law Josie. The operation to remove the infected breast went extremely well - probably the boobcakes that brought her good luck - and she's received the results from the cancer clinic. Apparently they caught the cancer at its earliest stages and she was given a choice of pills for 5 years which would give her a so so chance of the cancer not coming back or chemo for 3 months which would almost guarantee a cancer free future. Josie has opted for the three months of chemo which I think is the wisest decision even with the nausea and hair loss that she's going to endure. My brother is going to shave his head -
"Aww .. that's so sweet of him! I just hope you don't expect me to join him cause, you know, I really don't like you *that* much ..."
- and Josie and I are already planning a wig shopping expedition.
And needless to say, breathing that much easier.
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