Its almost christmas!!

So when given the choice to talk to a class full of W.T. or thugs, I will choose the thugs anyday. The thuggish ruggish are just so much more optimistic and interactive with me, they get so excited when I show any clip with Obama or Michael Jordan. The white trash kids, well they're rude and the only thing they ever ask me is "you got a program for fixing cars?" No, no I am sorry I don't have a program that will enable you to get your degree to be a mechanic. Or they just blatantly don't pay attention and instead choose to talk as loudly as they can about all the beer they drink and cigs they smoke, because obviously this convo will impress me. The funny thing I have noticed though is that when I present in a class with a white teacher but mostly african american students the students always think I'm related to the teacher. They see two white people and automatically think we're mother and daughter. This has happened on more than one occassion,
"You Ms.Smith's daughter?"
"You Ms. Jones's grandbaby?"
"You her sister?"
I politely explain to them that all white people are not related. Speaking of skin color, I have noticed, along with the rest of the world, that Sammy Sosa is turning white. This is ironic to me- white people lay in the sun and tanning bed for hours (me included) to turn dark, and black people use weird creams and lazer treatments to turn white. Do we really want to be eachother that badly? Why can't we be like the chinese and simply accept who we are? They proudly flaunt their yellowish tint skin decorated in hello kitty and diesel attire. Perhaps we should all take a clue from those cute little Selleck residents.
On another note, last night Sara and I took a Christmas tour of homes in Overland Park to see all the holiday decor. The christmas decor was mediocre, I hardly saw and red and green, it was all fancy gold shit. I needed a few more plastic santas on the roof, perhaps some ceramic snowman scattered around, and not one house had the hanging fabric Christmas count down where you move the mouse from 25 days all the way down to 1. Regardless, my Christmas spirit did increase by the conclusion of the mansion tour, as did my greed, I need to figure out a way to get myself a sleigh full of money so I can have my own mansion on the tour. Only my house will look as if Christmas threw up in it.