My Ghetto Guide

Sometimes you've just got to do what works.

I'm trying to come to terms with my ghetto self.  

I'm just not all cool and collected and perfect.

I occasionally forget things, 

or drop my child off at school without getting out of my PJs, 

then run back home to shower and get ready for work.

We all need to embrace our inner-ghetto.

Let's start a movement.

And in that spirit, here are a few of my ghetto fixes:

Ghetto Can Opener - 13-year-old with a BB Gun  

(OK, haven't actually tried this one yet, but I've come close)

Ghetto Lunch Box - plastic grocery sack 

(This week alone I've done this three times for my 13 yr old)

Ghetto Umbrella - newspaper draped over your head 

(Actually, I usually forgo an umbrella or newspaper and just get wet.  Ultimate ghetto, right?)

Ghetto dog toy - wood branch or rock 

(I thought my dog was pretty smart until I caught her chewing on bark.  

Now I just think she's doing her part to be thrifty for the family.  

Bones are so upscale! )

BTW, have you seen my Ghetto car?

Please tell me you have some ghetto tendencies.

So I won't feel so alone.

My Car's gone Ghetto.

Did you know that the word "Ghetto" originated from the 1600's 

when Jews were forced to move and live on an island near Venice, Italy named Ghetto?

I try to stay current with the hip slang my 13-year-old son uses, 

so not only can I communicate with him, 

but also I can attempt to be a somewhat cool mom. 

Or a dorky mom trying to be cool...

You get the idea.

Anyway, my new-to-me car that I bought two years ago...is now ghetto.

It didn't start out that way.

But somehow, in the last two years that I've had it, 

it's gotten a little banged up and the paint job doesn't look so good.

OK, I'll come clean, 

one bad decision to make a left turn across three lanes of on-coming traffic 

and another car hit me. 

There. 

I said it. 

I'm ashamed, yes.

The peeling hood...

I'm not sure why that's happening, but someone told me it was from hail damage. 

Because the peeling started in perfect circles. 

Now it's graduated into full-blown acne.

The car runs great, holds 8 seatbelted passengers and it wonderful...

but yes, it looks a little ghetto these days.

It could be much worse.

What about you?

You have anything ghetto in your posession?

Do you try to be cool for your kids?