lack of color

today is my third day of vacay and i did manage to leave the house.......to go to the dreaded grocery store.....i wanted to make a banana pudding recipe that calls for cream cheese, sweetened condensed milk, and cool whip.  My husband and i ran across town to the pharmacy so that he could pick a prescrip and then we picked up dinner on the way home.  I didn't have the energy to cook and shop on the same night.  I had laid out the cool whip and cream cheese to let them soften while i was gone.  I came home to the bananas on the floor and a missing package of cream cheese.  We walked the entire house and all i could find way a few pieces of the end of the package of cream cheese.  I think Mr. B ate the entire package foil and all, good thing the dogs are going to the vet tomorrow.  I hope he doesn't have any issues passing it. 

I had to go back to grocery store to get my cream cheese and the oatmeal that i forgot earlier...yeah, two trips the the store in one day.  YEAH!

I am looking forward to this being my last week of doing taxes.  I haven't sat down to figure out what i plan on doing for the summer or the fall.  I have to get off my butt this week. 

I watched an interview today with Jane Fonda and her adoptive daughter Mary Ann Williamson (i think that was her name).  Her father was an officer in the black panther group and her mother worked for the panthers as well.  Her uncle had got her involved in an acting camp that was sponsored by Jane Fonda.  She said that she didn't realize that she was poor until she started to unpack at acting camp, the other girls had so many clothes.  The interviewer said that the little girls that had the day of week panties symbolized money to her when she was growing up.  Jane talked about asking her to come and live with her after 3 summers at the acting camp and the lessons that she learned.  Poor people don't think of the future more than a week at a time, middle class plan on going to school, finishing college.  I thought the greatest part of the story was living in the Southeast and she felt more prejudice from her own people than she did from the white people.  This is how i felt when i transferred schools in middle school.  I had never interacted with angry black people.  I definitely felt as though they were more prejudiced against me than i ever was to them. 

Last weekend my husband and i went out for dinner at a local bar b que restaurant.  There was a party in the back room, two large families came in and there were even two local college girls enjoying dinner.  This black couple came in, i didn't think a thing about it, they were nicely dressed and carried themselves well.  My husband made a comment about them feeling odd in an all white restaurant.  I told him i hadn't thought twice.  He gave me the greatest compliment, he said i was different than most people, i didn't see color.  EXCELLENT!!!