Who is this and what have you done with my Mother??

I'm really worried about my Mom. I think I'm going to talk to my Dad tonight, and see if he can take her in to have blood work or some other tests done tomorrow to find out what's the matter. Today, I was talking to her on the phone and she said, "Well, if you need any money to keep you on your feet until you get paid, just let me know."
So, like I said, it's some serious mind altering disease. I'm thinking maybe West Nile Virus or Avian Flu, but we'll need tests to know for sure.

Today was uneventful with the exception of one exciting bit of news: I received Honors in my trial ad class! I really didn't expect it since I'd had two absences, but I guess they excused both the Honor Board thing and my moot court competition. There was exciting news in the moot court world this week also: I was one of four people picked for the veteran team. It will be nice to have a few extra things to add to my resume in case I decide to look for a different job.

Thus far, though, I like Dallas. The city is very pretty, and people are extremely nice. I am going to get spoiled by store clerks who ask "Can I help you?" instead of sneer and push you over with their supply carts like in New Orleans. Speaking of spoiled, Brian keeps referring to this area or that area as "the ghetto." I just think to myself, "Sir, you do not know the meaning of ghetto until you have seen a bum cup his testicles while he poops on the sidewalk."

There is one thing I'll miss about New Orleans this summer: no hills. I went running today, and my legs were burning with each and every hill. I was coming up one of them and saw an Obama sign in someone's window. Suddenly I couldn't get Michael Jackson's You are not alone out of my head. It probably also had something to do with all the middle schoolers being dropped off at the bus stops.

As I ran by the park, there was a young black middle schooler, about 12, walking towards me with two Mexican girls his age. He started calling me a cracker. I ignored him the first two or three times, but his volume increased until he was yelling it! Finally, I turned around to him and said, "Son, in 5 years, when you're on trial for dealing cocaine, I'll be the attorney making sure you end up in State Prison instead of Juvenile." It was all I could think of aside from calling him the N Word. And it did elicit the "Oh Snap" middle schooler smack stamp of approval from the two girls.

I've got to learn to keep my mouth shut. I never will.