Low On Ammo?

So, while this whole ordeal is long-going, I thought perhaps I'd run low on things to write about. I can nitpick the details of my visit with the woman, or muse over the silliness of it all- but what if I just ran out of honest to goodness content?

Never fear, true believers, the MILP is stepping up to the plate admirably, this time with a letter addressed to my folks- as follows:


April '09
Dear Mr + Mrs. (My parents... actually she used my dad's first name. What? My mom is not Mrs. Dad's first name...).
I have not had the pleasure to meet you yet.
My husband does not want to travel with the flu outbreak increasing.
I hope that you are all well. Would you please tell us about yourselves?
Where were your parents born?
How did they come to the U.S.?
Has any family member served in the US military? (My husband is an Air Force Captain- My Father served in Navy- WWII).
What are your religious traditions?
What are your hopes + dreams for Catwoman?

Are you US citizens?
Do you like pets? ... ->

In my community, all parents teach their children how to drive a car by age 18. It is a very big and serioos parental responsibility.
(Catwoman needs to be a safe and confident driver, not only for her safety, but for the safety of passengers or children).

Please ask a family member or responsible friend or driving school to give her lessons - she needs a driver's license.
I do not want Batman taking on that responsibility - it is not his job.
Please accept the check 190' towards Catwoman's driving lessons- please start by summer '09.
Thank you - (MILP) ->

Please write to us + tell us about your faily + parets etc.

(Content is as untouched as possible, spelling errors and all.)

So... my parents didn't want me driving at 16. Understandable. Insurance is ungodly dollars at that age. At 18, I was away at school, and summers I was working away and taking classes. Free time of ZERO. Driving has come up a lot, of course- and yes, responsible family members have taken me to the parking lot. These days, I work two jobs and have a full class load. My free time is spent... well, who am I kidding, what free time? But discussing plans with parents (this weekend, even) we decided that this summer, between when jobs end (I work for the school district) and externship begins (in August) should be a good time for me. We recognize this is important. It may be difficult for her to understand how time may be the limiting factor in all of this- being a woman who takes a vacation from... err... nothing. She's on a month long trip away from her... not working. Um. Must be nice! (No really, it must be awful. I'd go nuts with nothing to do. Maybe she has, and that's what we're seeing.

So I'm not sure where this lady gets off:
1. Assuming that it is a "community" issue. (She likes to use the word "community" a lot. In her "community" everybody eats rainbows and poops butterflies and has perfect Stepford wives, except they're bonus Jewish!)

2. Assuming it is an issue of money, and nothing else (We are of course, dirt poor Mexicans - here illegally and living 27 to a duplex.)

3. Telling my parents what Batman's job is not, but feeling that critiquing their parenting skills is *her* job. (It's not like my parents have been doing this 15 years longer than she has... oh wait... not to mention all their children willingly SPEAK TO THEM.)

4. Asking a barrage of questions (all of which, except for the pet one I have answered for her before) as though there is really any other way to interpret them besides "DO YOU HAVE YOUR PAPERS~!!??!?? HABLAS ENGLISH???"

Maybe it seems I'm jumping on the race thing, but when I post the "helpful diet tips" she sent, you'll see what I mean.