I don't want to hate the Mexicans.

hell, I'm not even sure if they are Mexican, although they speak rapid Spanish and are dark skinned and have shiny black hair. they are good workers. they are putting the new rooms together. they are also blocking the hallway when I want to get by. and hogging the road with cement trucks and forklifts. they are everywhere when I walk risers or go out to dig in the fuckin' g barn bin AGAIN, talking in rapid fire Mexican and laughing. I took a year of Spanish in high school, but have no idea what they are saying, although my insecure side is sure they are laughing at me...fat-woman-dying-in-a-hog-barn. so many people outside....so few of us inside...in our dead-mouse-reeking, gnat-infested-office and dusty-no-fresh-air-in-here-by-God-barn.

Meanwhile, Katie called in sick to school today, Brittany brought her math homework and she is slogging thru Geometry.