Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is true that it was not unusual for me to hit home runs at softball, and also I did well at volleyball. They were often applauding my sports success with slogans of carrot-top slugger (although my hair is not that carroty of shade) and also "Chiquita Pero Matona." Oh, thanks Joan. So ridiculous. How can I regulate my reputation while people are screaming all this crazy stuff? It gets very confusing, and I should not push my luck that far, people don't really care that much about me and what happens to me. Only I seem to be worried and how to get through high school without further mishaps. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, when one is not really all that rich, one often hears these trite and overused cliches about how your options are limited to joining the military so that they will pay for everything or else getting a sports scholarship to college. Either option does not appeal to me. It would seem sort of hypocritical for me to say that I am so glad that I am not one of those overwrought sports dogs, and yet that is sort of how I feel about that. You already have your gold medal to talk to, so don't bother me with that silly sports stuff.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, they are fond of reminding everyone that some people prefer to live in their little closed box systems, us four and no more and that sort of thing, so that for those whose circumstances do not fit so neatly into the closed box, they are not going to fit into such a hostile environment, and they may have to look around for some other solution to their life story. 

Thomas was online for a long time, powerfully so, saying that we could not be classified as Christians and/or U.S. citizens, because we did not attend the Union Church during high school. I did visit there maybe once at age 10 or 11, at its older locations, with a friend, and also once during my senior year we performed our stage play there from girls'' choir at their new building. 

However, how would I have attended the Union Church? I did not have a car and did not know how to drive. Did Tom or Fred ever offer me a ride to the Union Church or invite to their other functions? No, that never happened. Thomas and Raymond were full of mostly F- words because he was sort of boring with really nothing to say. They were not worth mentioning. 

Also, my Dad is in the country as a missionary with another church, having attended a year of language school to speak Spanish well enough to teach and preach, so that it would seem sort of inappropriate for us to attend church in English when our job requirements dictated otherwise.

During the evenings my Dad often would visit various churches around the country and also taught in the institute and other things.

On Sunday mornings we attended the central church there, in Spanish, so that part of my religious life is in Spanish, not that it matters that much given that Jesus speaks any language. Our job was to establish them there, so that they will not need us later. They are self-sustaining now so we can now think of doing other things without having to check back with them all the time. If they need us they can work through the church organizations that are there for that.

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you would need to remind me about the logistics of how many Polacks are required to accomplish the task at hand, because I never remember that type of thing. I am terrible at retelling jokes, I forget what was the punch line, so you will have to retell the jokes all by yourself without any help from me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I did have a copy of "Addicted to Mediocrity" during high school, the book cover is mainly what I remember about that book, although that was not the book that I was reading that particular day. I am not remembering the title of that at the moment, just that it haad to do with gloomy predictions of the future. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember one day during high school, probably a Saturday, I was reading a Christian philosophy book, and Lois Bueno happened to stop by our house and saw that I was reading a book, and glancing at that, rebuked me for reading some dark gloomy book. And then another time I was reading a book, and she stopped by our house and saw that I was reading a book by Willard Cantelon, having something to do with end-times Bible prophecy, and she said that he was such a gloomy depressing person, that I should not be reading his book. Apparently she knows other things about him than just his books. So I probably should not let them see me reading books. Do they ever read books? I don't know. But just wearing a "Lively" mask does not count for actually reading the book. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and they are gone to get the Polish, the farthest thing from my mind. But you yourself started this whole thing by telling us a pack of Polack jokes, how many does it take to screw in a light bulb and so forth, so obviously we were not supposed to take that so seriously. It was just all another one of your sick jokes.