Thanks to the miracle of modern medicine, my dentist was able use lasers to remove about 60% of the inside of my mouth, making enough room for a porcelain tooth! I am happy to have this shiny white piece in my mouth, but I am upset to lose a potential Hil Street demographic – the Ghetto Rapper Blog Reader.  I really thought Hil Street could hit the real streets – but after losing my Street Cred Challenge earlier this month and now having all pearly whites … I don’t think the real streets will be interested.  When I fix my breaks, maybe I can get rims?

Lil’ Rims!

One good thing about being extremely busy is the fact that I can convince my husband that we need to hire someone to clean the house.  Lucy (her name has been changed to protect the innocent) has been coming to our house for about a year.  She is a college student studying sign language at the local community college.  She is great.  We trust her so much, we just leave the door open for her.

The past scheduled cleaning date was her birthday.  Lucy planned a trip to Vegas on her birthday so she rescheduled.  I forgot she rescheduled for this morning.  After Ryan took me to work, he went home to go about his morning business, shower, etc.  Hollis started to bark, so Ryan put on his towel to see what was causing the commotion and that’s when he saw Lucy in our living room. In his towel.  Could have been worse for sure, but still pretty awkward if you ask me. Ryan is shy enough!  When Ryan put on his clothes and left for work he was having trouble making eye contact. 

I’m going to give Lucy an extra tip this time around.  Although, shouldn’t she be tipping Ryan for the sexy peep show?

My car has been in the shop for almost a week.  I’m relying on carpooling with Ryan and Morgan and running home after work (physically – I put on my running shoes and run home). 

My social life has consisted of hanging out with my neighbors because, hey, I can get there without assistance.

Sunday, Ryan commented, “riding together everywhere has been fun!”  It has.  We’ve spent lots of time together, and he’s a better driver than I am, so everyone is happier and safer.This whole experience made me think about my carbon footprint.  I  live one mile from my office.  So I took a quiz online to check out my carbon footprint thinking I’d ace the test – but my final score wasn’t stellar! 

If you want a wake-up call, go to myfootprint.org and take the carbon-footprint quiz.  Then get on a bus or train and stop using your car. Then move into a commune.  A commune with solar panels.

Love mother earth!

-Hil

P.S. Found out about this quiz in Marie Claire.  My love affair with the magazine continues!

I have a problem with some of you, e-mail forwards.  I don’t do a lot of forwarding.  If I receive something funny or inspiring via e-mail, I usually post on my blog or forward to my close friends J.

But this is a very, very strict filter.  

When it comes to you, e-mail forwards, I don’t mind when my friends send you – I like knowing what my friends stand for.  I just don’t like your ultimatums: “If you love Jesus, forward.  If you don’t forward, you clearly don’t love Jesus.” Or “If you want to see a cure for cancer, forward this 160 KB picture of an angel flapping its wings.  If you want people to die, you will hit delete.”

Simply not true.  I love Jesus, and I love people – but I also love my friends and respect their productivity.  I do not want to slow anyone’s computer down! 

Today I got an e-mail forward that stated – twice –  “If you believe in God, you will forward this.  If you don’t believe in God, fine, just delete it.”

“Fine, just delete it?”  You have attitude with me, e-mail forward? 

I also get angry when you, e-mail forward, promise good luck and share a case study about such luck.  “Lucy received this sparkling lucky shamrock e-mail and forwarded to ten people.  The next day she found $700 which was an answer to prayers because she was about to be evicted.  Sandy didn’t forward this e-mail and got in a car accident.”

Really? … REALLY?

I was not alive during biblical times, but I don’t really think that Jesus would care if I forwarded you, e-mail forwards.  I usually don’t forward you because you are written with colorful font, large images and bad grammar that embarrass me, NOT because I don’t care about humanitarian or religious causes. 

So, e-mail forwards, for the record … I want peace on earth, I love my neighbor, Jesus is the rock on which I stand … but I won’t be forwarding you any time soon.

Love, Hil