Monday, June 03, 2002

I am writing half because I’m actually inspired to, and half because Kelly is only a few hours away, and if I don’t do something to get my mind off that, I am going to go crazy.

The other day as I was taking a shower, I found myself wondering about how the culture we are raised in affects who we become, and what I would be like if I had been raised in a different culture. At the time, I was thinking about being raised in a European country, where they are a bit more open about drinking, sex, etc. Ireland where you can drink if you’re old enough to see over the bar, or France where topless beaches are the norm. Well, tonight at my Mary Kay meeting, Pat, my National Sales Director was telling us about the trip she had just taken to Morocco, and it made me consider what life would be like if I had been raised in that culture- the other end of the spectrum in terms of openness.

Pat stayed with the families of some people who had been to America a few years back on an exchange program, and they discussed the cultural differences. Women in Morocco can not believe the rights we have here. The upper class has satellite, and gets some of our TV programs, but they do not believe that the freedom we take for granted is a reality. Pat told us about how the women would ask her wide-eyed in breathless voices if she REALLY owned a car and REALLY got to drive it. Women are not allowed to drive there- they must be driven. They are not allowed to be seen eating in public. They must live at home with their parents until they are married. Once they are married, they are only allowed to work if it is put into the contract drawn up at marriage, and in order to have that included, the woman must be able to read and write, which most can not. Any woman who is not married and has a child is thrown into jail as a prostitue.. for life. Any woman who is on the street after 11pm without being accompanied by either her husband, father, or brother is thrown in jail as a prostitute. I can not imagine what it would be like to be living that life, and see the life of an American woman on tv.


On a much lighter note, I had a moment of absolute stupidity. Now keep in mind that I was on my way to my MK meeting, and so I was in that state of mind. At the stop light, I saw what looked like a pink Cadillac in front of me, so naturally I was squinting and trying to see who was driving it, as it had to be someone I knew. Well, upon closer inspection, I saw that it was a Lincoln! Who would drive a pink Lincoln? I took off my sunglasses to get a better look, and that’s when it hit me. My sunglasses have a pinkish-brown tint to them, and the car was in fact, white. Talk about looking at the world through rose-colored glasses!!

KELLY IS ALMOST HERE!!! Have I mentioned that? I thought I should! She is somewhere in Arkansas right now, and I am just hoping she can make it here before midnight. Tomorrow we are going to go buy memory cards for our snazzy new digital cameras (both Nikons!) and go horseback riding, and then go see the show at Dixie! What fun! I am trying to figure out what else we could do, but when I lay it all out like that, it doesn’t seem like we have all that much free time!

My neighbors are away, so we are feeding their cats and parakeets and chickens. How funny is that, to get to say “BRB, I have to go feed the chickens!” Their parakeets are absolutely adorable, and I really want to steal them. There is a turquoise one that is very outgoing and crazy, and a more royal blue one that is quiet. They remind me of Mo’s parakeets in that way. I sang them a song today, and they seemed to like it.

I was looking in the chicken pen at all the baby chickens and the one baby duck, and couldn’t help but breaking out into “Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry, when you take me out in the surry…” but the parakeets enjoyed it more than the chicks and ducks I was singing about. Those poor baby chicks just all seem like their goal in life is to be a McNugget. One of them got stuck behind the pen somehow and died, and today one almost drowned in its watter bowl. WHY the chicken was in the water bowl I will never know- most likely because it couldn’t cross the street, but my mom saved it.

My neighbors also have the Friendliest Cat In The World. The second I approach the house the thing runs up to me and starts rubbing on my legs, doing anything for attention. It totally cracks me up. I want to steal it too! Hee hee! But I am getting my own kitten soon. I hope it turns out like that. All of my pets really should have personality disorders, it makes them more loveable.

I think I’m going to make a feeble attempt to start packing and do some last minute cleaning now, because I still have at least 2 hours till Kel gets here, and if I don’t do something I am going to go crazy!

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