Cain

I have recently been told that red hair is the mark of Cain. But I think that it is the mark of pure inteligence and that when we are in heaven we are all going to have red hair.

Sesame Seeds and Murphy

Sesame Seeds

The other day we bought a salad dressing called "toasted sesame seed." I weep for the sesame seed guy. His is a sad plight in life. I can not but help feel bad for him. You know, he probably can't toast very many seeds a day, even if he works far into, or through, the night. I can picture him sitting next to the toaster, thinking, "You know, I wish that this toaster was a four slot instead of a two slot."
He probably wastes a lot of money on buying new toasters because the toasters are not very durable and he forgets and pushes down too hard and breaks the handle. How he even gets enough to make a bottle of salad dressing is a mystery to me. I think that we should all pray that he will get some sense and try something different in life.


I dislike Murphy

Some things in life are not fair. like Murphy's law. Murphy's law is that whenever you drop your toast it lands on the side with the peanut butter on it. It does not matter that you spent ten minutes making it just the way you like it, buttered all the way to the sides, a thick coating of peanut butter, and a sweet smidge of jam, it still lands on the side that you don't want it to. ( I don't know if smidge is the right word for jam but I know that dollop is not. Dollop is sour cream.)

Another part of Murphy's law is that when you drop a plate when nobody is looking, it does not break, but if your mom is looking it breaks. I don't know why. It just does. I wish that Murphy had not made it a law. He is a cruel and unfeeling person. I wonder why Congress voted for it. The President could have at least vetoed it! Then we would still be free to drop our toast butter side up.

The part of Murphy's law that I am experiencing right now is that when you are looking for the broom to sweep up a broken plate and a ruined piece of perfect toast you can never find it. (Sigh.)

loopy lissy

This morning my little brother Andrew was playing outside and threw something up in the air. While running to catch it, he ran into our well housing on our back porch. He cut his top lip really badly and the decision was made to take him to go and get stitches. Me and mom went into the doctor's office where a member of our bishopric works. He is a pretty fun guy, but he always teases me. Me! I don't know why. I am always puzzled about why he picks on the little person that is trying to hide in the corner.:) Heaven knows that I never tease anybody!

Well, they put Andrew up on the table and strapped him in so he couldn't bite. Him and a nurse then put a cotton swab with a suspicious looking yellow liquid on it on Andrew's cut. They said that it was something to numb his lip but I don't believe them. He stopped trying to rock back and forth to make the chair fall over and looked quite calm. Mom and I leaned forward to watch them perform the operation.

The doctor cleaned up his lip nicely and started to give the stitches. I was quite interested and was just about to ask if I could try to give him a stitch when suddenly I found myself in a chair and mom and the doctor were leaning over me, asking if I needed a juice or something. I shook them off me and tried to stand up. They forced me back down and tried to make me believe that I had just passed out. Like I was going to believe them! I do not EVER get squeamish about blood or gore. I take care of our bleeding animals and siblings all the time! I began to suspect that the doctor had drugged me or something. I certainly felt drugged.

They offered me some juice, which I tried to refuse, but they forced it upon me. As I sipped, I tried to make sense of the situation. I thought I remembered that the doctor had been giving me dirty looks and then he had turned to the nurse and whispered something. She had nodded, and with a snicker had exited the room. I have a hazy memory that suggests that when she returned she gave the doctor a small bottle. With an evil cackle, he proceeded to dose a cotton ball with it and placed it in one of his pockets. He said that it was for later but now I doubt that. He never used it on Andrew that is for sure. Maybe he was tired of all the tips that I had been giving him on how to perform the operation.

As I pondered these happenings, I slowly dumped the rest of the "juice", which they had been so eager to bestow upon me, into the trash. I didn't trust it or him.

I was also a bit doubtful about mom's sincerity that she was worried about me. The fact that she could not stop laughing for 20 minutes about my misfortune made me doubt indeed. She tried to deceive me into thinking that the tears she was shedding were of sadness, but something told me that they were of mirth.

We left the office and headed home. They gave Andrew a popsicle but since I kind of like the little guy, I threw it out the window of the van as we headed for home.

This type of sneaky deception makes makes my head whirl.