Showing posts with label Kasey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kasey. Show all posts

2/29/2016

two new things

Brittney Cooper is my favorite news commentator.

She spoke at the Y a few weeks ago, and they taped it, so I watched it.

Two (of the) things I learned from her:

(1) The sexual-abuse-to-prison pipeline.  I knew that many, many people who are incarcerated -- especially women --- are survivors of sexual abuse, but I'd never heard that term before, and I think it's a brilliant way of naming that reality.  Naming is so important.

(2) The critique of intersectionality coming from scholars arguing for assemblage as a more helpful construct.  I don't exactly understand the distinction, but now I want to.

Also, at 59:30, she gets asked about the 2016 election, and the way she responds is so YEAH YEAH EXACTLY YEAH.

11/20/2015

U-C

The White Guy's in town.  We got pizza and beer the other night.  Such a relief to spend time with someone who knows me.

It seems like people here, with the exception of my therapist, either think I'm some kind of saint because of the prison work -- or they know nothing about me at all.  Exhausting.

I know that the WG cares about me and thinks I'm a generally good person, but it's also kinda nice that he's seen me be stubborn, selfish, pissed off, arrogant, etc.

He moved to Chicago around the time that I moved to SF.  He asked me what I think about Champaign when I visit now.  Good question.

When I visit Champaign, it's fucking awesome.  Sooo many people that know me.  Major relief.  Restorative.  Lunch and beers and dinners and church and coffees and couch-sitting.

But it's easy for me to remember how lonely I was the last couple of years that I lived there.  And I'm really sure that I can't go back.  Even though I'm not sure where I'm going. (Or even where the hockey-puck I am right now.)

7/26/2015

Not gonna apologize for watching The Bachelorette.

Kasey and Eric visited!  And you know that they are good friends because we were able to be very real with one another about wanting to make dinner at home and watch the whole season of The Bachelorette.


That's true love. ( I mean, between me and them, not between them.  They wouldn't even let me throw them a surprise wedding.)

Mostly we just laughed so much because of things like the guy saying, "I see the world through the eyes of a child.  I have the heart of the warrior... And a gypsy's soul."  And talked about how much they say "connection."  And giggled about how we could replace connection with erection: Always with the, "My connection with Kaitlyn is so strong right now."

Okay, but.

So at the end of the third episode, which is really the second week they've been there, they're all at the pre-rose-ceremony cocktail party.  (Don't I feel ridiculous for that pre-rose-ceremony thing.  Whatever.  I'll watch shitty + patriarchal and racist TV.  I'm of this world, you know.)

Kupah, one of the three Black guys left after the first week, says to one of the other Black guys left that he hasn't really had any conversations with Kaitlyn, while it seems like other guys have had multiple.   He says, "I don't know what she sees in me," while he makes his eyes big like, "You know what I mean?" and gestures to his face.  It's like, "Checking in, is she into you?  Maybe she's not into Black guys..."

It cuts right to an interview with him where he says, "I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be if, IF, if I'm the minority guy that fills the quota."  He says he want to know if there's a "connection," soon, and if not, he needs to go home.

Makes sense to me.  Except the part about wanting to be there to participate in this horrible, bizarre process.

So when he gets a chance, he straight up asks her.  "Do we have a connection[/erection]?" As soon as he says it, her eyes widen, then narrow, and her mouth gets small.  "Do you think you've even put yourself out there?" Rhetorical question.  She's pissed.  She complains that she felt like he didn't even notice her on their group date that day.

Um, it's a fucking group date.  You're the only woman, and you're with a group of ostensibly straight dudes.  And you're on The Bachelorette.  And you're thinking that it's possible for any of them not to have noticed you?  Dumdum.

She's like, "You were so into boxing" (which is the date she took them on).  He's like, not really, but we were being trained by Leila Ali.  I mean, that's kinda cool.  The Leila Ali thing seemed lost on Kaitlyn.

She says she didn't know that he wasn't into boxing, and she swears that she would have never made him do that if she thought it would make him uncomfortable.

I call bullshit on that since all of the dates involve the guys making idiots of themselves, mostly by reappropriating various cultural practices from People of Color (e.g. a rap battle, Mariachi singing, sumo wrestling.)  -- That way, the jokes gets to be both on the guys who are inevitably shitty at what they're being asked to do and on People of Color for their weird ways.  Hilarious!

He says that this is the most fulfilling interaction with her, and he seems genuinely relieved to know that she's noticing him.  She's pissed, though. Arms crossed, leans back, crosses legs, and sits motionless.  Lips pouted out.  

He's trying to smooth over the situation, and he really seems like he thinks they've worked out that yes, she dates Black guys.  He says, "There are things that are unfortunate. There are some things that I have to think about.  I don't want to be here because I look good on the roster of men that you still keep around."  

Her jaw clenches. No blinking.

He's leaning forward, talking with his hands in a way that makes him look extremely eager to chalk this all up as a misunderstanding. Finally, he's like, "Why am I here?"

Shrug, eye-roll, shakes head, while she sputters something defensive about how I did like you.  And there's "nothing more to it." (She shoulda said, "I don't even see color!")

He's frustratingly forgiving: "No, I appreciate that.  I just, I didn't come here to waste anybody's time.  I mean, I totally didn't."  He tells her that when I saw her last season, he thought she was "a real person, like 100." (Hello, Black Language.)  

She interrupts, maybe not understanding that he's in the middle of complimenting her. "You thought?  Or you still think?"  She tells him that he "came out of the gates questioning" her.  Honestly, she tells him, "I felt a connection until right now."  She shifts head on her shoulders in a "na-na-na-na-poo-poo" way as she avoids eye contact with him until "right now." "I didn't know you questioned me so much." Calm, cold.  Stark contrast with his animated movements.  He's been working the facial expression: showing sincerity, surprise, vulnerability, concentration.  He's listening.  

He tells her he thinks it would be dope ( <-- a="" about="" alled="" and="" asks="" bl="" can="" do.="" e="" ended="" fist-bump="" he="" him="" href="http://democracychronicles.com/wp-content/uploads/obama-fist-bump.jpg" if="" it.="" more="" nbsp="" needs="" or="" pound="" she="" target="_blank" tells="" they="" think="" time="" to="" together.="" up="">by mainstream media
, traditionally in BL it's giving daps.)

He leaves her alone to think about it.  She vents to the camera, "Kupah has some questions, and he kinda questioned me, and it set me off."  Why does she think that she is above being asked questions?  He's not accusing her of anything, just asking if she likes him maybe a little.  But because he's asking it in the context of knowing that the show gets heat for not casting enough People of Color, it's perceived as an attack.  Classic example of White fragility.  (Of course, she's not necessarily conscious of this context, or of how it's informing his frustration or her response; doesn't make it less true.)

Cut to an interview with one of the other guys, a White guy.  He's explaining it to us: "When Kupah speaks, he sometimes doesn't filter." (Classic denigration of a BL speaker.)

Cut to Kupah processing the conversation.  He's telling the other guys how it went down: "She wasn't looking at me, like, she was looking down, which sucks, man.  I flew, like, 3,000 miles."  As he's talking, we get to see that she's overhearing.  When he gets to the part about her not looking at him, she gets up with purpose and strides over to him.  "You don't have a quiet voice, I'll tell you that." (White person dismaying that Black people are so loud? Check.) She walks up, arms swinging, grinning, "Can I talk to you for a second?"  Kupah and all the other guys are like, "Wah?"

Kaitlyn: "I can tell you're upset, so I wanna..." 
Kupah: "I'm not upset," 
Kaitlyn: "You're clearly upset."

She pulls him into a private room and tells him that he's gotta go home.  In a bold move, he takes a breath, looks at her, and says, "I don't want to go."  

Ka: "It's week one, and we're already in this position. Like, this is bad."  
Ku: "I don't think it's bad."  
Ka: "No I'm telling you it's bad."
Ku:  "I mean, I hear you, but I don't think it's bad.  I think that people need to figure things out.  I'd rather have this conversation with you now than have it in two months."

Now this is interesting.  As a woman who has a hard time holding boundaries with men, I admire her.  She's like, "Nah, I'm in charge of me."  But not really.  Because he's trying, it seems, to work out whether or not she's up for an interracial relationship, something worth talking about, and she doesn't get it.  She's definitely not comfortable with a Black man doing anything but flattering her.

Eventually, he acquiesces, and we get back to Kaitlyn's interview: "This is the first week, and it's the time to be positive, and get to know each other, and see the good, and the fact that Kupah just kept questioning me, and arguing with me... So I had to send him home."  

Kept questioning?  Kept arguing?  He asked if you had a "connection" or not.  And then he tried to explain why it mattered to him to know that, and you flipped your shit.  White folks have such a hard time listening to people of color express their experiences with racism.  She feels attacked, but objectively, she hasn't been. (I think the ol' "foot on my neck" metaphor is helpful here.  White supremacy keeps a foot on the neck of People of Color, and when People of Color are like, "Ouch," White supremacy is like, "Stop attacking me!")

Whenever somebody gets sent home, they interview them out in the driveway, and they say things like, "Dang it!" and "Best of luck!" So cut to Kupah in the driveway getting interviewed, and he's pissed.  "You already know I'm not a part of this thing, man.  I'm not about this thing.  This is bullshit."  He's shaking his head.  He's clearly talking directly to the crew, "I think that your process works for some people, like Jared and Cupcake, you know what I'm saying? But not me. So come on, man!"  That "You know what I'm saying?" Jared and Cupcake.  Two White-ass White guys.  This show is inherently racist, and he's looking for affirmation that he's not crazy for noting that a Black guy is not going to "win" the Bachelorette.  No such affirmation comes.  He "uggghhh"s loudly.

Cut back to Kaitlyn being interviewed.  She's turned around, though, biting her nails and looking out the windows, going, "Ohmygod! Ohmygod!"  Hands up in front of her face like she's scared, peeking out, eyes wide.

Kupah: "Just ask me the questions, and let me go home.  Please, please give me that.  Just ask me the questions, and let me go home."  His hands are out in supplication. "What? I'm upset that I didn't get a rose.  I'm upset she sent me home."  His eyes are rolling, and he's letting this all out like, "ohmygod what do I have to sayyyyyyyyyy to get you to leave me aloneeeeee!?"

Kaitlyn: Flashes a look of terror/rage at the crew, and says, "If he touches..." as she gets up and runs out to the driveway.

This shit is so hard to watch.  At this point, Kasey, Eric, and I are sitting at the kitchen table, stunned.  "A thesis could be written about this episode," Eric says.  

Kupah's intensely engaged with someone from the crew:  "I lose immediately.  Immediately, I lose.  I lose."  I want to know what he said before that, because I don't think he's talking about losing on this fucked up game show.  Not when he's in the middle of filming a situation that he has to know can and will be edited and framed for a White supremacist audience that fears for the safety of a pretty, innocent White woman involved with a scary, violent, hypersexual Black man (He kept on talking about how hot she is...).

The episode ends there, not as they usually do with a rose ceremony, thereby further heightening the drama of the moment.


The next episode opens with his loud "ugggghhh" from the last one.  Primitive dude, huh? (WTF.)

Kupah's pleas for the crew to get what they need from him and let him go are interspersed with various White guys calmly assessing the situation:

Ku: "I'm upset right now. You should know that."
WG: "Kupah's been having a hard time with the process." 
Ku: "Are you kidding me?"
WG:  "Kupah just needs to walk away."
Ku: "Just ask me the questions and let me go."
WG:  "Kupah just needs to let it go."
Ku: "I go home in three days.  Now I'm the Black dude who's a sucker."

It's so fucked up.  So hard to watch.  And the gaze of the show is urging us to conclude, like the rest of the cast, that Kupah is just so out of control wink wink angry Black man wink wink.  

Kaitlyn comes out into the driveway (presumably just after her, "If he touches..." Now what in the fuck indication has he given that he's going to hurt someone? Scary Black man.) She's walking gingerly, holding up the edge of her glimmering evening gown. 

Under his breath, he says, "Oh my god.  What the fuck."

Kaitlyn storms up: "I'm sorry, but I can hear you screaming from inside, and I just want to know what's going on."  

He's got one hand in his pocket, the other holding his drink. His head is down, and his ear is up so he can listen to her without looking at her.  

Ku: Takes a breath.  "Just give me a second.  I didn't know you were coming."
Ka: "Well ,I was in there doing an interview, and I could hear you yelling."
Ku: "Yeah, I was yelling.  I'm sorry about that."  
Ka: "No, don't put on a different act. What was that about?"
Ku: "It's not a different act."
Ka: "This is not right.  Don't get in other people's faces. I don't know what's going on, but I heard you yelling."

Now she's talking with her hands.  He's motionless.  I'm like, "Oh my gosh how the fuck is he being so fucking tactful right now."

Ka: "Just accept this because now you're creating this, this uncomfortable situation.  And nothing is going to change right now. Nothing."  Real condescending-like.  As if it seems to her that this Black man doesn't know that he's supposed to take his nationally-televised humiliation (not for being sent home, but for being made into a caricature) the way she wants him to. 

He's swaying a bit, looking away, like this can't last forever.  Then he stops moving, locks eyes with her, and goes, "I won't yell anymore.  I promise."

Then he smiles like this.  (It's a two-part smile.)




She sighs an "Okay," and walks away.  Immediately he whips his head to the left like this:


That's the best part.

The camera's on him, and he goes, "We're gonna whisper now! Whiiisper! Whisssper!"  Clearly, he's flipped to like, Ohhmygod this shit is ridiculous."  He says some other mostly intelligible, sexist shit, then he gets into the back of a minivan with his drink still in hand.

Cut to final interview with Kaitlyn on the subject.  She was angry, and then even more angry, she said.  And now she's sad.  And this morning she was happy because she has such a good group of guys.  But "when people walk out of here insulting me or questioning my intentions," that really kills her. (He never insulted her or questioned her intentions.  He did ask if she felt a connection with him.  Real stupid Bachelorette-y question, but neither an insult nor a dig at her intentions.)  

She's crying: "Sometimes you learn a lot about a person in thirty seconds.  That's the scary part about this, you know, like, that just came out of nowhere."

"Scary," that's the clincher for me.  That was "scary."  She had reason to be afraid.  Because a Black man made mention of the fact that it's possible that he was chosen for the cast in order to appease the critics who have been pointing out for years the lack of People of Color on the show.

--- 

THIS IS WHAT ANTI-BLACK RACISM LOOKS LIKE TODAY.  Soooo much of the time.  Nobody says the n-word.  Nobody even says, "race."

But there's not a whole lot different, ideologically-speaking, from the way that Kupah's story was told to the way that Emmett Till's story was told among White folks in Mississippi fifty years ago.  Black man is dangerous.  Black man wants to have sex with White woman.  White woman is scared.  Black man must be put in his place.  I certainly don't take lightly the differences in the ways that this ideology played out in practice in Kupah's case versus Emmett Till's case.  I'm just saying that we're not living in a fucking post-racial society.

---

Okay, I've just been wanting to tell someone about that.  I can't believe how much time I spent writing this.

I'm only watching Star Trek from now on.

5/06/2015

WWBW

When we were getting ready for a public presentation once, my students were super concerned about what I was gonna wear.  They just did not get me.  Their sincere advice: "When you open your closet, look at your clothes and think, 'What would Beyonce wear?'"

I feel like I killed it this week because I wore this gold skirt (Thanks, Kase.):




And Beyonce wore this:



1/11/2015

8/05/2010

9/04/2009

making it up to Kasey

Here are five reasons why if Kasey had been here last Sunday, my morning would have been more awesome:


1. We could have had some good jokes about my White Liberal purchases from the Farmer's Market that I was eating for brunch.
2. We could have orchestrated a grand pie-ing of Jessica in the face even though the spur of the moment quick squirt with whipped cream was funny.
3. We could have read books.
4. We could have walked to the mall which we haven't done in a long time and should do soon before it gets too cold.
5. We could have found a really good Board-Shorts-Tacos recipe for Sunday night dinner instead of the boring recipe that I used.

8/19/2009

brain is on overload

I'm pretty excited for school to start. I've been working in my classroom a lot -- setting up, selecting materials, making copies, writing plans, trying to be preemptive about dealing with the annoying parts of teaching like constantly having to catch up kids who have been out the day before. More pleasant has been skimming back over the stuff I've read this summer in preparation for trying something new with writing instruction, and getting re-energized with all of the good ideas I came across and now get to try out with Real Live Teenagers.

So far I've had the seemingly compulsory:
"How's your summer been?"
"Pretty good! How's yours?"
"Oh, great. Too short of course. Ha. Ha. Ha."
conversation quite a few times this week. So boring. I wonder if every workplace is as riddled with this conversation as mine is. During the school year, it happens every Monday, and has a hyper-presence after any 3- or 4-day weekend or fall or spring break. I've also had some genuinely-happy-to-see-you conversations with colleagues I know a little better and really like.

I want to start a The Wire watching group that gets together twice a month or something and watches a couple episodes and then discusses over beers or coffee or pizza or caramels. I suppose Kasey, Jessica, and I could do this but (1) Kasey and I pretty much agree on everything besides the relative importance of Americorps, and (2) Jessica would think it was boring. Maybe there's one on campus.

I'm actually looking forward to cashiering for Dump and Run this weekend. (And anybody in town -- if anyone is still reading this -- should come and spend cash money. Lots of cool stuff this year.) Doing so reminds me of the Saturdays and weeknights I used to spend working with my Dad in the concession stand at St. Laurence High School football and basketball games. All the hotdogs with delicious just-add-water onions I could eat.

4/16/2009

good friendth

Here's a reason why Kasey's great. When I was telling her today how disappointed I was with myself for getting impatient -- extremely impatient -- with a student today, she got as irate about the student's behavior during my telling as I had gotten in the moment. I told her what happened, and when I to the part in the story at which in the moment I wanted to put my fist through the computer screen, she got super angry for/with me. It's not that her reaction made me feel justified, just human.

Here's a reason why Jessica is great. When I told her that I had to write my first discipline referral of the semester, and that one of the things that I had to write on the form was that the student went into the adjoining computer lab, raised his arms high in the air and yelled at all of the students in that class, "You are all idiots!" she about died laughing. And while in the moment part of me knew it was hilarious, the part of me that's striving for a rigorous learning environment did not. Laughing -- especially laughing that hard -- at my own failures is super useful, seriously. Laughing at funny shit like a student yelling at a bunch of people he doesn't know, "You are all idiots!" is also very fun.

4/07/2009

I take it back.

Because I liked meeting with Kasey and Rachael and Gia today about the not-activist conference we're planning. It was exciting and productive, and those three are oh-so thoughtful. I think I can narrow my displeasure down to meetings that are not productive. Or purposeful.

3/31/2009

as if we needed more proof that Urbana is "progressive"

Thanks, Kasey, for sending me the link to this:
Marijuana Decriminalized in Urbana

I know several of my students will be happy to hear it.

3/11/2009

uncanny

Seriously.

Same haircut.
Rachel:Kasey:
Same voice.
(Which I can't/won't prove here, but trust me they do.)

Same sassiness.
Rachel:
See The Rachel Maddow Show.

Kasey:

2/19/2009

reappropriation approaching

O.K., it's gotten to the point where I need to seriously readjust my attitude about "You trippin." Because if I don't, I am just going to snap.

It's become glaringly obvious to me. My heart rate increases when I hear students mutter, "She trippin," under their breaths when I say perfectly even-keeled, normal things like, "Alright, let's get started."

It'll be kinda like the time when Kasey and I reappropriated Soulja Boy's "Report Card."

The thing is, I can't think of a new meaning for you-trippin. Whereas it seemed natural to change "Throw some D's on that bitch" to "Let's introduce a Dialogue on the subect so that the understandings of all parties involved grow and adapt with diverse input," this one feels like more of a leap. What can I make you-trippin?

2/02/2009

wanted:

Kasey, Jess, and I have come to the realization that we really need an intern.
Seeking Unpaid Intern

Job Requirements:
  • Male.
  • For-profit.
  • Single, but not looking AND/OR happily married with a cool wife.
  • Not douchey.
  • Common decency.
Highly Preferred:
  • Not White Liberal.
  • Bachelor’s Degree.
  • Boring.
Job Decription:
  • Make sure the shower is hot.
  • Talk to (an unspecified) my mom.
  • Check (an unspecified) my ass.
  • Talk to boring people.
  • Talk to interesting people when they are being boring.
  • Get us fondue supplies, salad stuff, and orange juice when we don’t want to.
  • Jump Alex’s car AND/OR find Jessica’ s battery.
  • Ensure Jordan’s life as necessary.
  • Go to Blockbuster, sucka!
  • Identify all possible locations where Combos are available for purchase.
  • Make Ellen’s copies.
Uniform:
  • Snuggie.
*We are equal-opportunity, non-paying employers. But we seriously don't want a female intern because she'd probably just turn into our friend.

1/19/2009

I peed my pants a little when it happened.

habits

So I don't know what sparked this long absence from my blog, but I really just don't think of anything to write these days. Before, I would see something and think "Blog," immediately. Now, I'm feeling very out of practice.

But just now, I thought, "Blog." Because Jess is at the gym working out, and Kasey and I are waiting for her to come home. And we've got both doors to the apartment locked and chained, so that when she gets here she'll have to knock. And when she knocks, one of us is going to let her in, and one of us is going to throw a pie in her face!

I'm so nervous! I'm so excited!

1/02/2009

movie recommendation

Doubt. So good. Really interesting in this fascinatingly painful way. See it with at least one other person so that you can talk about whether you think he's guilty or not afterwards.



It's the kind of movie I'd like to write a paper about. And that means I liked it a lot.

Almost as thought-provoking, was a question Clinton asked today on What Not to Wear:
Why would you wear mom-jeans in a world full of so many fabulous denim options?

12/16/2008

Call me sappy, but

this performance of "O Holy Night" by Mariah Carey is beautiful. I really like the lines
Long lay the earth in sin and error pining
Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!
Now, the question is, and I'm talking to you, Amy and Kasey, is this song about Jesus or Obama?

11/05/2008

"This party: Great party or greatest party?"

Attention My-Blog-Readers:
(Who am I kidding? Attention, Mom:)

If you ever want to have the greatest MSNBC/Anderson Cooper-watching party ever, recruit one Kasey Umland to be your party planner. Check it:



In all seriousness, though, oh.my.god. I'd like to avoid some lame attempt at finding some words to explain how it felt to see "Barack Obama elected President" flash on the screen. When I called that student this morning, he said, "How does it feel to have been a little part of making history, Ms. Dahlke?" The kids are screaming O-BA-MA in the hallways during passing periods. I could not get my first hour class to focus on our routine activity for at least ten minutes. They're so excited! I'm so excited!

OK, so since I've committed to not trying to put my joy into words, and since Kasey's blog is now private, and since I thought this post was particularly poignant, I'm excerpting:
SO, why wouldn't my mom vote for Obama? TAXES. My mom thinks he will raise her taxes. I towed the Obama line and told her only those making over 250K will see an increase. I told her that she and dad do NOT make over 250K so their taxes will fall. Her response "Well, we all know they say that now but it won't stay that way." (Is my mom Joe the Plumber?)

Now, it could be the fact that I am in the midst of a presidential movie marathon, but I started thinking about this claim: you can't trust a Democrat to cut taxes. OR WORSE, Democrats WANT to raise taxes. Democrats WANT to spend your money. Frankly, it kind of pisses me off.

I'm angry that somehow we have accepted the label, fiscally liberal. I don't think I stand for being fiscally liberal at all. I WANT a balanced budget. I want less government spending. I WANT lower taxes. And even beyond that I WANT small government, and I am willing to bet I favor these things just as much as any conservative.

That being said, I NEED to live in a world in which regardless of race, gender, religion, sexual orientation, etc. everyone is given a fair chance at happiness. I NEED to live in a country that does not see people living in poverty and allow it to continue. I NEED to live in a society in which mental illness, developmental disabilities, learning disabilities, and/or physical disabilities are not a sentence to a life of nothing more than your basic needs being met (if you are lucky) but rather you are afforded the opportunity to reach your own personal potential.

and I want all of that to be possible without a big government, but until we rid the world of discrimination and find a way to instill a sense in everyone of basic consideration for our neighbors, that isn't going to happen. So, until then, I want a government that is looking to put itself out of business. We talk about this in the nonprofit world. The goal of social service agencies is to be so successful, you are no longer necessary. I am not advocating anarchy, but I am advocating a government that looks for long term sustainable solutions to our greatest problems. That seeks not to minimize their magnitude but to work to address the institutional causes of these problems in a way that little by little makes the need for a government role no longer necessary. This is idealistic and I know that, but I am sick and tired of the notion that because I want to see a better world, I am in some way WANT to spend hard working Americans' money. No one wants that and it is ridiculous to even suggest. The difference between us is not our wants but our needs, and I for one, am willing to put my needs before my wants.

9/07/2008

holy shmoly

The first time we went grocery shopping after we moved in, Jess said to me as I picked out a few potatoes -- I love baked potatoes -- "Hey, pick me up a sweet potato." So I did. But she never ate it; it just sat on our counter top, next to my quickly consumed regular potatoes. And now, it looks like this:
Oh hey, Kasey.