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The War Overseas

09 Aug

No, not that war. Another war.

People keep telling me I look really tired (which is really true) and they assume that it’s because of the baby. This is incorrect. Actually, we’ve all settled into nice routines, Me, Myne Wyfe, & My Son. It’s the in-laws that wear me out.

There are lots of reasons. Mostly, they’re idiots. If they read this (which I doubt), I am unapologetic. Most exhausting of all is how deeply racist they all are. I really lucked out with Myne Wyfe, apparently. She’s the sane, good-looking, intelligent one of the tribe.

(Examples of racism: My sister makes an offhand comment that there’s a lot of crime in Washington D.C.. Mother-in-Law’s first comment is, “So there’s a lot of black people in the area…?” OR, My sister points out that the caretaker of our apartment building is rude to her. Mother-In-Law: “So is she Mexican?”)

It’s lazy racism. She’s just stupid. For example, although black people and Mexicans are apparently evil (I forgot; we apparently are in danger of terrorism here in Minnesota because we have a lot of people from Africa and Simolea here.) she goes on and on about how Italy and Italians have a “different and unique culture,” (because she’s Italian). THey are just different. It’s not bad. Just different. Different culture. Were that she allowed other cultures to have differences too.

Anyway, apart from this, we get a lot of telemarketing calls around the house. Lord knows why. For the past few days, I’ve been angry enough (translation: really wants to put an axe through someone’s face; anyone will do) that I’ve gotten through my phone phobia and started taking telemarketing calls. I’m not mean. I doubt I’m capable of being mean. But I’m not nice, and I feel better for a bit.

Three calls, the past two days, have been from some unknown name and weird number I didn’t recognize. I didn’t think anything of it. I would answer them. Some deep, accented male voice would say. “….Hello….? Renee…is there….?”

“Nope,” I would say, “Wrong number. She’s gone for a bit.” and then when they started stammering, I’d hang up. Take THAT, outsourced telemarketing bastards!

This morning, after the third call from this same deep voice, my wife looked at the number.

“That’s an Italy number,” she said. “Probably one of M-I-L’s relatives. She gave out our number to everyone.”

I have therefore been rudely hanging up on some Italian relative of Renee’s whom we’ve never met, who probably doesn’t even speak English (the last time one of her relatives called from Italy, he babbled at us in Italian for thirty seconds and we hung up in confusion).

I’m a teensy bit guilty-feeling about this. Mostly, I’m enjoying it.

Excuse me, I have to go sharpen my axe.

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6 Comments

Posted by on August 9, 2007 in Uncategorized

 

6 responses to “The War Overseas

  1. Midnight Muse

    August 10, 2007 at 8:17 pm

    Wow. Just . . . Wow.

    And I thought my Swedish grandmother was a bigot! Hang in there PeeDee – they can’t stay forever.

    Right?

     
  2. Pete

    August 11, 2007 at 12:56 am

    Tomorrow morning. The bastards leave tomorrow morning. Then I can go back to being a nice, friendly person who is enjoyable to be around.

     
  3. Rllgthunder

    August 11, 2007 at 2:13 am

    Wow. Who would have known tomorrow would bring such a miracle.

    Of course, the holidays are right around the corner. Guess who will be coming to visit, and staying, more often? 😀

     
  4. Carrie

    August 11, 2007 at 6:55 pm

    Are they gone yet????

    Um, what’s in that duffel bag? And where did you put the ax? And why are you suddenly looking so relaxed??

     
  5. Clare

    August 12, 2007 at 12:05 am

    Everyone left today. Hallelujah!

     
  6. Pete

    August 12, 2007 at 3:08 am

    The beauty is, they can’t come for Holidays. Ha ha! Ha ha! They’re gone! Ha ha ha ha!

    *twitch*

    Excuse me, I have to go bury this bag for no particular reason.

     

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