Which Reminds Me

Yes, when we are growing up and going into young adulthood, don't we all need some encouraging words to help along our faith and to make us believe that we can be more than the sum of our parts? I might have received some of that, thankfully, but not from those guys. Definitely not those guys. They will just have to eat their own curses. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not really think about that most of the time, but anyway, he has only himself to blame for marrying "blue." I have no inclination to dignify such slanderous "blue" commentaries in any formal sort of way. After that onslaught of "blue" verbiage, she need not fear that anyone will ever speak to her again ever in this lifetime, at least not me. I just have no energy for such idiotic command performances. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was so rude of whoever to imagine they could just commandeer my entire life, as if I were some mindless slave property, to spend all my time doing all of this garbage work for nothing. Maybe if there were a paycheck on the line I could give it a second thought, but you just expecting me to do all of this junk stuff for free is ridiculous and ludicrous. There is no free lunch. Nothing. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during the years at CLC, somehow I learned, online or by osmosis somehow, that the Pastor, one of his other roles is as head of the house of Bangert, and he has to protect her no matter what. So that sets up a conflict of interests, because anyway, who cares about her idiotic rantings. Enough about those California idiots. And there was the question of who drove her to the store to buy birth control pills prescribed by her doctor. I probably should have asked more specific qu4esitons about that and what really happened, but it was hard to get a word in edgewise with those witches.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, Jan Chance was such a nice friendly person, who lived on the same floor as myself during my one year at Evangel College. I did not return the next year, although not for any personal reason about her. It was just that the system was sort of broken from my point of view, and I could not seem to function without a hugely unexplainable blob of stuff all over my head. Sometimes I get made about that, but really I should not take that personally, because it had nothing to do with me.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Mrs. Grace Richardson, our Canadian teacher at our little school, after Dawn and myself had graduated from eighth grade, left us and went to Africa to work at a boarding school there. I might have heard that she encountered some difficulties there, but myself not having heard the details of that, would not want to try to repeat what I thought I heard. Susie might have more details on that, I do not remember much. There was some correspondence between Mrs. Richardson and Susie's late mother, but I only heard some vague hint of that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not sure what you want, actually, but anyway, my options are to evacuate the planet or to join a nunnery. Worse things could happen than being a nun, but I am not a Catholic so there there are too many technical glitches in this picture.