12-27-07 Mexican or Mexican't?

On my last day in Arizona, my father asks me what I'd like to eat, and I of course answer Mexican food. As good as the food is in New York, there is nothing like authentic Mexican food in Arizona, and I really want to get a taste of it before I head back to where I: a) have to pay for my own meals, and b) find "Mexican" restaurants are mostly run by Chinese.

My sister orders a combination platter with rice and beans, but she doesn't want her rice, so she offers it to me.

"You don't like Mexican rice?" I ask, "What are you, some kind of rice-ist?"

12-23-07 Mama wants a gun

My mom is thinking about buying a gun, because she's getting older and wants to feel "safe". She and my sister Dawn have a few semi-heated discussions about the matter, with neither really changing their position at all.

Finally, after one of these discussions, my mom says, "Well, I promise not to shoot your father, does that make you feel better?"

"Oh," Dawn says, "you don't have to promise that."