And now it is time for the weekend update . . .

(also known as the post you can skip if you are sick of reading weekend updates-- I never am:)

Paradise hosted its third annual Unity in Diversity Festival, a festival aiming to bring all cultures and races together as one in a town of 97.9 percent white people.

It is a festival with good intentions. We should all love one another regardless of our differences. I think most of us can agree on that.

However, (at least in the past) our little festival is bizarre at best. What usually happens-- and here is where in my opinion of it gets slightly offensive-- is that ethnic groups are bused in or invited to perform for the locals.

To me, this is like saying come let us stare at you-- and entertain us while you’re at it so we can feel good about being diverse when we are not a diverse community.

I wish we were. Sometimes I feel like I live in clonesville.

Sometimes I miss my hometown-- San Antonio, Texas-- a melting pot among melting pots-- where the fiestas are just a tad more grand than Oktoberfest. It’s odd that I ended up in wonder bread land.

Maybe I’m being too sensitive. Maybe I should give the fest a break. You know at least the kids are being exposed to different cultures. I can’t argue the intentions for the festival are always good. Maybe it was better this year.

I don’t know.

I went to Lake Tahoe with the kiddies and the hubby this weekend. I was a wench, he a nicely dressed peasant and the kids equaled two fairies and a princess. This was a great day, but the trip there provided the best entertainment.

On the way to Tahoe, I got the prime opportunity to listen to my children talk.
Here is the conversation.

“Abby look at the buoys,” Maggie said, pointing to the buoys on the lake.
“What boobies?” Abby said.
“The ones on the lake,” Maggie said. “They are the white balls floating next to the boats.”
“I don’t see any balls or boobies,” Abby said. “What are boobies doing on the lake? You’re silly Maggie.”
“The boats are tied to the buoys-- they are the white balls,” Maggie said.
“The boats are not tied to boobies. They are tied to the balls,” Abby said.

I should have corrected herafter all this is the child who brought us the chicken eyeball, but I was laughing too hard. I will. I promise.