Monday, July 23, 2007

Random Thoughts in the Food Court of My Mind

It is a vulgur thing eating in a crowded food court, watching people shovel food into their mouth.
Me and you, Saipan and Guam people, we are descendants of taotaomona and so you should be able to buy land here too? Whatever.
I think everyone should be able to buy land here, but just for the sake of ridiculous argument gat'chong, what the heck does that have to do with the price of pugua in Chalan Piao?
Guam cannot use that argument, descendants of taotao mona. Geez, has anyone ever seen the application form at UOG? They want to know if you are Chamorro from Guam, Saipan, Tinian, Rota, Pagan, Agrigan, etc. For what? What the heck difference does it make to UOG? Why not just come out and ask if you are Rotanese, Saipanese, Guamanian, etc? If anyone is keeping the barriers up it's that dumb application form. Next time you find yourself filling it out, write CHAMORRO FROM TAOTAOMONA.
Who said that? Mom? Oh God no, it was me. Please God, please don't let my children not want to be anything like me when they grow up, but, oh God please don't make me turn into my mother.
Sommer, Peyton and I rested our heads on the picnic table and watched the stars last night. We saw three shooting stars and talked about how beautiful the night sky looked. Then we said goodnight to the cockroaches, fruitbats, frogs, crickets, geckos, deer, Billy Bob, termites, mosquitos, hilitai, and Luna.

Twinkle, twinkle little stars
we don't wonder what you are
big giant balls of gas and fire
billions of years old and far, far away

Yeah so what that it doesn't rhyme. What do you want from a tired mommy, and a six and three year old?


Lex said...

How about we start off with eyes closed and a few deep breaths... =)

BoReGo said...

Thanks Lex, that's great advice. It was just a crazy rant though, and I'm on to greener pastures:)