Now I Remember

I finally remembered what the heck happened that I thought was so funny. It involves fortune cookies. Following the advice of my friend, Ann, which happens to be Mrs. E's mil, we always add the phrase "in bed" to the tail of any fortune from any fortune cookie. It makes them way funnier than they were ever intended to be.

Mine was only mildly amusing, some generic fortune such as "you will have great success"...."in bed". I waggled my eyebrows at Mike and said "Promise?" But I'm getting ahead of myself here. I had gone to the bathroom before everybody got up to leave, but when I came out, they were all outside waiting on me. And they were all laughing at Mike's fortune. I asked what was so funny and Mike said "Mine's gay!" I thought he was trying to be trendy, like my sister's kids, who call all things that are the slightest bit out of the ordinary "gay". But, when I read it, I knew he really meant gay. His fortune read "Behind every great man, is a group of great men"...."in bed". We all laughed and Mike rushed to the nearest trash can with this disgusted look on his face. "That's sick. That's just sick!"

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Well, on a completely different subject, tonight was the monthly business committee meeting for the Tribe. I went because I'd heard new and fresh rumors that I was hoping to get clarified tonight. But after an hour and 20 minutes of monotonous figures and boring estimates, I couldn't wait to get out of there. I really tried to stick it out. The deciding factor was that it was about 60 degrees where I was sitting and I could hardly think of anything but my freezing feet. I finally got up and left and when I got outside in the still 90 + degree weather, I looked down at my feet and they were literally blue. All the way up my ankles and part of my calves were blue! I knew I was cold, but I had no idea that I was that cold. I drove all the way home with the windows down and the a/c off. (btw, did I mention that I got my car back Sunday night?) I highly doubt those rumors were discussed, anyway, so I'm sure I didn't miss much. Just more facts and figures. As I was sitting there, listening to them droning on and on and on, I had this mental picture of myself, sitting in the floor with my legs crossed "indian style" (how appropriate..lol) and plucking at my lower lip with my index finger, making unintelligible noises. A business major I'd never make. See? Just thinking about it has caused me to start talking like Yoda. So, now, like the rest of the crew at work, I'll have to wait another day to find out if I still have a job.

I have a three day weekend coming up this weekend. Next week is GREEN CORN! Can I get a "Woo-Woo"? The first day of Green Corn is a paid holiday for us Tribal workers. I had one parent a couple weeks ago say "What the heck is green corn and why aren't you guys open that day?" The accent is on the word "Green" so it's pronounced GREEN Corn and that lady put the accent on the word "corn" so it sounded really funny.

Green Corn, a time when all the members come together and celebrate. To tell the truth, I don't think I ever see any (or many) of these trouble maker members show their face at Green Corn. One woman, named Cotton, who has to be the ugliest woman I have ever laid eyes on, she's always there with her kids and grandkids, but other than that, those people who like to bitch and moan to us "locals", as they like to call us, about never being informed about anything because they live in Pawhuska, they never come to any of our ceremonies. That right there tells me that they aren't really interested in being a Tribal "member" and participating in any of our rituals and/or customs, all they want is money. It all boils down to money. Where's their money, when are they going to get their money? Not many of us "locals" talk like that. There's a few, don't get me wrong, but for the most part, we locals are the ones who keep traditions alive by plugging on even in the hard times. Someone told me the other day that the current Chief is not even welcome at Green Corn this year and if he has the balls to show his face the pothangers and faith keepers are going to kindly ask him to get out. They, with their beefed up security, will escort him to the gate. Now how sad is that, that the CHIEF cannot go to his own Tribe's main ceremonial?

Sad.

Very sad.