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yesterday I went to hang with my good friends TiTo at there house in the SUBURBS (see previous post for source of sarcasm) and we took the toddler with us. I have mentioned their PSYCHO cat Jinks before and she reinforced why pets are a reflection of their owners… am I calling my dear dear friend psycho? you be the judge

Ti: Don’t let the baby near the cat – the cat is freaked out! (the cat is clearly not freaked out)
Cammy walks up to said cat – cat sniffs baby [fyi-cat is declawed] baby smiles gigles and pets cat remarkably gently for a one year old
Ti: “Ohhhh no!!! Get Jinksie! Get Cammy – shes gonna hiss or something!!”
cat walks aprox 1.5 feet lays down and grooms – baby promptly follows stoops down and pets cat again – cat bats at the baby’s hand and walks behind the couch. Cammy attempts to find a way behind the couch tried to move art work ect to get to cat – no luck she comes into kitchen
Ti: “ohh God Raquita Hold her so I can put the cat away shes tramautized.”
Kid looks at Ti like -’She’s funny.’ Cat looks at Cammy like ‘Wow I didn’t know they came in that size’ Jerry and I are cracking up because anyone with children knows you loose that hyper sensitivity after two weeks of parenthood or you get committed. I can’t believe shes had it this long with the cat.

First – I have been blogging my butt off.. there are seveal new entries in the last 72 hours and possibly a few more. I’m just warning you guys… Now I was at the Mominthemirror.com blog – which I read and enjoy regularly. Today she was talking about choosing to raise her kids in the city- I understood but it made me think…this was my response.

I was born a suburb kid. I didn’t know the first thing about city living but know now I was always a city girl on the inside and now I am a city mom.
I first noticed this about myself reading a blog today about this mom who felt she had abandoned her city roots for the betterment of her son, he called her a nature girl – and she balked until she took a look at herself. I am aware I am a city girl by the response of my best suburb friends TiTo (that is two people – people) We have constant arguments on which is better city living or suburb living – they dwell in her family home in St. Charles County MO. It takes me 40 minutes to get to her house- needless to say we don’t visit as much as we’d like.
“You step out side and hit an alley at the end of your 3 feet of yard” she pointed out.
“It only takes me two minutes to mow it, and I’m five minutes from every where – you drive 20 minutes to get gas”
“I don’t!”
“Do too, at least I don’t have to send passenger pigeons to tell my friends hi”
“At least I can get a cell phone signal in my house”
“Your cookie cutter just like the rest of the block house- that you had to put a boulder in the yard to make it different?”
We concede a draw cause she’s right my house gets no signal, and she does live twenty minutes from civilization.
How did I end up so far form my suburb roots? Was it falling in love with a city man? I don’t want to give him too much credit, as I wanted the city long before I met him. I longed for college in a big city town like Chi, or Atlanta, as a matter of fact I wanted to go to Spellman so bad I could taste it – I never even applied – too scared of rejection, ended up at the most non big city school near me, the University of Missouri (MIZZOU). It is probably one of my bigger regrets and secrets. When I ws a kid I would tag along with my city smart cousins and take the bus into downtown and mall walk. Yearly trips with my mom to the At museum and Zoo, and major trips with my middle school to the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago made me love city ambiance. But I always chose safely when choosing college and my first few apartments, the county was where my family was, buying “better” houses on faux wooded lots where gorgeous oaks were cut down to build snap together houses and little trees were replanted to make everything look natural.
How was I to unleash my inner city dweller?
I fell in love with poetry in 1999, and found myself hanging most regularly in poetry spots speckled around St. Louis city. Tuesdays were in the Central West End, Monday nights on the Delmar Loop, Wednesday’s night was Troy’s near Lafayette Park, Sunday was Love Jones at the Bistro near the Fox theatre and my still spot Legacy on Friday. Then there were all those little spots I would stop in on – The once upon a star café in the CWE, Venice Café, Churchill’s, Cicero’s anywhere they put a mic and invited a poet. They all invited me, fed me. The people, the cultures, the smells, the food, everything was different than it was in the ‘burbs. NOTHING was cookie cut out and it was okay that I wasn’t either. So in falling in love with the poetry – it made me fall in love with the city, it made me fall in love with myself. I found the theatre, The Black Rep, the bookstores, the buses. I thrived on having access to different people. I loved the rhythm of the streets and the anonymity because St. Louis City was coming out of a coma at this time, and if I had been smart I would have bought property then but I was young and hind sight is 20/20.
I envy my husbands time in New York, the ultimate city. New York is the City’s CITY. What I wouldn’t give for a year to soak in the subways and the theaters and Central Park and China town and Harlem, you have no idea what I wouldn’t give to live a year there. But even in all of my city girl glory, I know there is a limit to what my wants for me and my wants for my girl are. While I am still a city mom- yes I plan on joining a gym for the baby, yes, we have a dog park in our neighborhood, yes my block has more nationalities on it than a food court in a airport, we are glad of this and we are happy. My immediate neighbors are Hispanic and Black we got white people across the street – gay people catty corner – college kids in the apartments on the top of the block – professional people, working class people – everybody. I worry that my heart will harden – but I make sure I speak to the people on our street when I see them and I plan on joining the neighborhood group.
Its not the pretty suburbs with the .25 acre yards and room for playgroup equipment for Cammy, but its not the ghetto from Good times either. We can go to the Botanical Gardens which are literally a stone’s throw from our front door, go to Tower Grove which is six blocks away, take the seven minute drive to Forest Park or drive to a playground and hang out when we need a jungle gym. Besides we do good as the city family. And whileI admit I did look at houses in the burbs when we were house hunting – now just isn’t the time, it will come, I’m sure when the absolute quite will be what we want for our family but for now I can still smell the roses through the city sounds and smells. City life is as simple for me as suburb living. It is as slow in our brownstone as it is in my sisters suburban ranch home. Life is what you make it where ever you happen to make it. Though I worry am I raising my daughter at a disadvantage? Sure we go to museums and see all the new exhibits and she certainly wouldn’t ever be able to claim her parents didn’t expose her to other cultures, she’s one and has already eaten Thai, Vegetarian/Vegan, Chinese, Greek, Persian, Authentic Mexican, Pan Asian, Japanese, Korean, Ethiopian, Caribbean, Creole, and French. And we know and count friends people from at least 2/3’s of these backgrounds. So we got the cultural gap and the diversity gap covered. But what if this is all too much? What if she needs the quiet, spacious childhood city living cannot offer? Yes the sights and sounds of the city will be second nature but what about butterflies in her own backyard.
The lady who’s blog sparked this interest, this thought process – at least for it to be blogged she believes my city child will be hipper and wiser than her county child. That her child will suffer from an achievement gap and mine will learn faster, rise quicker in college, work and life. She thinks my kid (city kids) will be the one . They’ll probably be the ones hiring or firing him in about 15 years. She worries the differences will stack against her son. I worry that my child will see her son’s and his easy laid back world and she will wonder why I didn’t give her that.
That mom said:.

I hope that their exposure to all walks and talks of life has done more than
render them street smart, cynical and sophisticated. I hope that it enables them
to postpone snobbery and the prejudgments that most of us immediately form.

I chose this life for my child exactly for this reason. So she would see so many walks of life and know she is not better because of what she is but perhaps because of who she is. And if all of these things we are giving her will make her sophisticated and street smart all the better for her, we just want her to be happy, and have every opportunity we had and the few our parents couldn’t provide, cause honestly from my memories there weren’t many. If she is a snob, I hope it is because she has excelled at everything we have challenged her with and I hope she is the kind of girl next door/round the way kinda girl who brings people with her – not shuts them out.
Because the truth is, my daughter is a city kid. She is pleasantly overwhelmed at new things and never overstimulated, at least not yet, and loves to play at home as well as a good adventure like last weekends circus.
And I am a city parent. Even if we could afford to live in the suburbs my husband would find acceptable, I’d have a hard time giving my daughter the kind of diversity I know helped me blossom and I don’t believe city living will leave her any harder around the edges when she enters adulthood, just maybe smarter about the possibilities good and bad the world will offer her
So, we live in a medium size city, biggest one in our state, not far from a major tourist trap. We keep memberships to the Gardens and other societies. We walk to the park. We go to the classic ice cream shop after church in North City, where the candy counter, shoot the whole place looks like it was lifted out of the 1950’s sans the white only signs, and my husband can remember going with his father, over his BTL and my Carmel pecan sundae. We drive to Barnes and Nobel and Borders for reading hours and quiet time cause we always forget to return library books (which is funny since the library is closer) – besides we like to own them. .
So I know suburbs are okay – but with everything a city can offer I just wouldn’t want to live there.

Our life is falling into its rhythm. It is catching smoothly, like the first few bars of a new song you know is gonna be your jam. And while I know this song is gonna be our jam – I worry about catching rhythm. A marriage I believe, should be like bad white boy dancing – you should have to work to keep the rhythm. This most days seems too easy – like YOU GOT SERVED dance scenes – it should look as hard as it is, but it don’t and it feels easy once you learn it. Did that make sense? N-E way in thanking God for how special my current love is I have to remember how bad some of the others got. I have been lucky. I have loved and been loved well, even if those loves did not culminate into marriage and old age and long life together. If love is a home fire, then I have loved uncontrollable 3 alarm blazes and fires that had to be restarted over and over and over… well you get my drift.
I don’t miss the 3 alarm blazes or the fires that always ALWAYS had to be relit – but I do want to remember to work at keeping this fire going – no matter how self contained it may seem. I am a little older, and I have thought a bit harder about how to love, we even if have found the rhythm in building a fire we cannot take for granted that we will naturally keep it going. People love in so many ways, we love like classic wood fireplaces. You build it, use the right kind of wood, oak, or maple, no cheating and using lighter fluid, just some kindling, and once its lit you delight in that glow, until it burns down to red hot coals, the kind that burn for a long time, and if you need some flames every once in a while – you just put a new log on the embers and it will catch just as it should.
So while our rhythm is solid now I pray that I don’t forget to watch the beat – that is doesn’t get to soft or too complicated, that we don’t end up looking like a white man with no rhythm trying to keep the beat but more like dancers that have learned all the styles and lessons necessary to be able to change dances as the music changes.

* The RIAA sued an 83 year old woman for downloading music illegally, even though a copy of her death certificate was sent to the RIAA a week before it filed the suit.

* A ten year old mattress weighs double what it did when it was new, because of the -ahem- debris which is absorbed through the years. That debris includes dust mites (their droppings and their decaying bodies), mold, millions of dead skin cells, dandruff, animal and human hair, secretions, excretions, lint, pollen, dust, soil, sand and a lot of perspiration, of which the average person loses a quart per day. Good night!

* A private elementary school in Alexandria, Virginia, accidentally served margaritas to its schoolchildren, thinking it was limeade.

* Each year, more people are killed by teddy bears than by grizzly bears.

* Quebec City, Canada, has about as much street crime as Disney World.

* Seven percent of Americans claim they never bathe at all.

* If you hook Jell-O up to an EEG, it registers movements almost identical to a human adult’s brain waves.

* The leading cause of on-the-job deaths in workplaces in America is homicide.

* A British gymnast survived a fall from a fourth story window because he went into a somersault and came down on two feet.

* Amusement park attendance goes up after a fatal accident. It seems many people want to ride upon the same ride that killed someone.

* Microsoft threatened 17 year old Mike Rowe with a lawsuit after the young man launched a website named MikeRoweSoft.com.

* Astronauts cannot burp in space. There is no gravity to separate liquid from gas in their stomachs.

* The glue on Israeli postage stamps is certified kosher.

* The winter of 1932 was so cold that Niagara Falls froze completely solid.

* There are more plastic flamingoes in the United States than real ones.

* In 1998, more fast-food employees were murdered on the job than police officers.

* According to Genesis 1:20-22 the chicken came before the egg.

* Only 14% of Americans say they’ve skinny dipped with the opposite sex.

* Half of all Americans live within 50 miles of their birthplace.

* Cats can hear ultrasound.

* In all three Godfather films, when you see oranges, there is a death (or a very close call) coming up soon.

* 23% of employees say they have had sex in the office.

* 40% of all people who come to a party in your home snoop in your medicine cabinet.

* The first Fords had engines made by Dodge.

* Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.

* In 2003, there were 86 days of below-freezing weather in Hell, Michigan. So hell has frozen over many times

This site is very speical to me… I am sharing with you because you may need it, the way I needed it. Just to know humanity is real. Its called PostSecret and the post that touched me the most was:

That is all..