Monday, July 14, 2008

title schmitle

My two oldest nephews and I were playing a game last week that I often find myself continuing to play alone because I'm a dork like that.

Fill in the blank:

You know you live in the ghetto when ___________.

Some of the funnier answers given were:

  • You know you live in the ghetto when there are more pit bulls than people.
  • You know you live in the ghetto when you own more broken cars than working ones (and they're parked in your yard).
  • You know you live in the ghetto when you aren't sure if that boom was an illegal firework or an illegal firearm.
  • You know you live in the ghetto when lock downs are more common than fire drills at the local schools.
  • You know you live in the ghetto when your son suggests that he paint a sign warning drug dealers that his mom will call the police if they keep dealing drugs here.
  • You know you live in the ghetto when your dads truck gets tagged and you, recognizing the tag, go to school the next day and ask the tagger to apologize to your dad.
  • You know you live in the ghetto when the sounds of spring are cars rattling from an overdose of bass rather than birds chirping.
Anyone else got a suggestion??

*After re-reading my disoriented and, admittedly, far too personal post, I want to make sure that no one misunderstood my relationship with my dad. The father and son that I spoke of had a rather unhealthy relationship - one that never evolved as the son grew older. The father treated his son like he was two and so the son acted like he was two (give or take a few years). I adore my dad, and don't question his adoration towards me. However, there is a part of me that wishes that I was nine again so that I could follow him around and take trips to the dump with him. With my brain I understand that this is bizarre and would lead to a really unhealthy Raquel. My dad always has been a really really important person to me, beyond him just being my dad. I hope that you read (phonetically as in red) the sentence as pertaining to the entire context, but if you didn't, then hear me when I say that I adore him and I adore our relationship.


Danielle said...

I'm laughing...

Miss you too!

The time zone is an interesting thing...


lisa said...

hi rae, just stopping by to say hi...

Aly Cat 121 said...

Ahhh the ghetto. Girl I "thought" I knew what one was living in the Bay Area. Honey, St. Louis has redefined what that means to me. If I took pictures and posted them folks would think I had traveled to a so-called "third world country." It's some scary sh*t over here.

Raquel said...

Phili redefined it for me. Gray, vacant, empty, people waiting in soup lines for blocks. Where have you been??

Erica said...

Because we are country folk, we play, "you know your a redneck when_______." The best one is, when a guy comes to your front door selling meat, from a deep freeze...bungy corded to his oh so small truck. That one happed to me last week :-)