Initially, I had planned on sharing this on MySpace only but (surprise surprise!) MySpace won't allow me to post the player so I decided to share it here.
This is an interesting voice mail I received about a week ago, and it disturbed me for a few different reasons.
The first one being that this person called from an unavailable number, because I definitely would have called the racist shit back.
Second, I had just finished reading Your Blues Ain't Like Mine and was already feeling white and guilty.
Third, and most importantly, my son has a girlfriend, and has announced this to many. A sweet chocolate chip with the softest eyes and longest dark eyelashes, for whom he has promised to buy a pink teddy bear. And I found myself wondering if her family disapproved of him giving her his digits (my digits, my cell number) and could this be a sister of his girlfriend? A disapproving sister? I did realize just how racist this was for the thought to even occur to me, or rather cynical, but hey I'm honest, and it did pop into my head.
However, any negative thoughts I had over the voice mail were quickly pushed aside by my child. After I finished recording the voice mail into the mic hooked to my computer, my son meandered over and began to pretend he was making announcements over his school's PA system with my mic. Unbeknownst to him, I recorded one of these announcements.
It had been raining for the entire week, and lightning was close by, yet there I sat clicking away on my computer. This was his warning. Takes a minute to load and blow your eardrum out.
How could I possibly stay pissy about a stupid voice mail when my son is so cute? And, no, my kid didn't hear the voice mail.
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