Which Reminsd Me

Yes, those guys might have been Heather's friends, but anyway, I cannot quite see how that boomeranged into the ozone layer as a warped dingbat, and also, who cares about their stupid opinions anyway? They are very vociferous and forceful about putting their voice out there, even if nobody cares what they think anyway, and also, that should be erased from memory forever, because anyway, sometimes you may say one ting, and then later you realize the context was not anything that you thought, a completely different thing, so just shut your stupid mouth. Consider yourself rebuked, Cousin Idiot. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, those guys at college would seem quite high-strung, but then when you remember that they are probably all negative types who are overdue for some corrections, then I do not feel so bad bout not having the coolest blood type. Nobody needs my blood type. I am the opposite of a universal donor, so I just don't matter, basically, and anyway their opinions were not requested. Enough said about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was telling me about their experience of being a.collector of the offering, passing the bucket around at some campaign held by some major campaign evangelist, perhaps Benny Hinn although I am not sure which one, and they were bothered by the strict controls that were placed upon the bucket holders, they were to immediately hand over the bucket of money so that the buckets could be locked away and the money counted in seclusion. Yes, it sort of makes sense that they would want to have strict controls, and that volunteers would not be allowed to just carry away wads of unrecorded ash in their pockets. After all, they need that money to fund who knows what lifestyle, and the bucket passer is just a stupid slave. Shut up, you stupid slave.  

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Yes, I am fortunate to have zero connection whatever to Jennie's Care-Us program. To found a non-profit requires something more than just a profit motive, but anyway, Jennie's program is so completely uninteresting to me, I cannot imagine ever going there. I hope they were not expecting me to do something to assist their funding, because anyway I could not care less about that. Sociology majors. I could say something about sociology majors but I would rather not involve myself, I would not want to make myself the issue iin some weird argument that was not my problem.  In contrast to Jennie's Kerus Global, there is Heidi's Iris Global, both operational in Africa, and both of these founders having attended my college. So what about that? Why are you asking? Why am I getting all of this mail? Weird that I would sort of get something about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that the Mediterranean diet is often touted as a healthy alternative. You probably would not starve to death living there, even if the logistics would be impossibly expensive, similar to something I read in gossip magazines about Palm Springs, a place for rich people to retire, but  too many water restrictio9ns for comfort. We have no water restrictions in Florida, we have plenty of water not living in a desert. If there were a specific job to discuss that would be one thing, but just to speculate would be an exercise in futility.  

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Yes, and there is also the question of whether Jeff Campbell is related to Ann Campbell, and how can that be so, why would they be so shy about explaining each other, and also why should I care? Is not Jeff a fat, ugly slob with all of the personality of a cardboard box, notwithstanding Dauna's crush on him? Why should I care about Jeff's personal life? Why should I care about his Argentine angle on that as contrasted to the Chilean angle of the Buenos? Either way, Coneheads are notoriously weird, so why should I care what they do in terms of regional slang words? Already, the standard dictionary contains more words than I could ever possibly retain in memory. 

Just the word for such a common household word as dishpan is represented by a variety of regional words. In El Salvador it was a 'guacal,' but ChatGPT fails to list that in its explanation:

The English word “dishpan” can be translated into Spanish in several ways depending on the region and the exact kind of container meant (wash basin, plastic tub, dishwashing bowl, etc.). Common Spanish words include:

• palangana — basin, washbowl, dishpan
• barreño — tub, wash basin, dishpan (common in Spain)
• palancana — variant of palangana in some regions
• batea — shallow basin or tray, sometimes used for dishwashing
• lebrillo — large earthenware basin (traditional Spain)
• ponchera — plastic basin/tub (common in parts of Latin America)
• tina — tub or basin
• cubeta — bucket/tub; sometimes used for dishpans
• lavacazuelas — literally “dishwashing basin” (rare/literal)
• recipiente para lavar platos — descriptive phrase: “container for washing dishes”
• artesa — trough/basin (older or rural usage)
• fuente — basin/tray in some contexts
• lavadero portátil — portable wash basin

Regional preferences:

• In Spain, barreño and palangana are most common.
• In Mexico, cubeta, ponchera, or tina may be used.
• In the Caribbean and parts of South America, ponchera is frequent.
• Older or literary Spanish may use lebrillo or artesa.

If you want, I can also list:

• archaic/historical terms,
• dialect-specific words by country,
• or words specifically for a rubber/plastic kitchen dishpan versus a metal wash basin.

 

 

 

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that when Jennie Cerullo was in town, she gave a special speech expecially for the Italiana, but the rest of us white people were not invited so I have no idea what that was about. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that the five clique went camping, and they were all sleeping in one tent, and it sounded sort of miserable. I was glad that I was not there to share the miserable experience of being stuck in there with orrible Rosanne, such a worthless chatterbox Drama Queen with really nothing to say. Her entire shtick is just making other people feel guilty about something, even if who knows what that might actually mean, 

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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. 

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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.  

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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. 

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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. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, sort of weird that I would be getting mail from Norm and Terra. I do vaguely remember them from the old days, but they might be surprised to learn how rarely the thought of them ever crosses my mind. It just doesn't matter now, does it? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, whatever happened to Carrie Canard? Is that what you were asking? Wasn't she the other reporter who was fired by Max, and replaced by Sheryl Reuben? And he did say something sort of rude about her before he fired her, but it was not my job to knee-jerk repeat everything crazy thing that I happened to hear, in case you forgot. Things have to be filtered or evaluated through various judgments of a discretionary nature before decisions can be made on whether I would need to say anything about that. Or just sit back and let Blondie spit it out all by herself without any help from me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I seem to have noticed that you are already well stocked with "closely related parties" so there would be no reason for me to imagine that I would ever receive any invitation to those "closely related parties." But this is not a topic to discuss outside of my own "closely related parties." You just aren't that important. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, back in the old days I was not paying that much attention to all of their glitter-glam Italian money. Don't know one thing about that. I would have to refer all questions on that topic to Suzette, who worked for the IRS and was assisting the IRS investigation of her own Italian relatives. I only remember something she was saying about that, to a somewhat large group of people, at church. Apparently, her uncle or some such relative was not happy about that, but what would I know. Those Italian Rageaholics all look the same to me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that I threw away someone's manuscript without sending it back by return mail. Oh, sorry, you will just have to write some other book.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, weird that I would be called out for this special version of purgatory. And for one thing, I am only a Protestant, not really Catholic, so not applying to be a nun. And also, I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people. Donna was barely a blip really, only a roommate for maybe not even a year, and anyway, and we each had our own bedroom, so I had more privacy out of college, I liked my privacy. The peace could be maintained by my doing my share of the cleaning, although even so, Donna had a somewhat abrasive personality, always exploding at the slightest thing not her way, so I was learning about withdrawing from unnecessary interactions so as not to have another problem with Donna. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you are telling me, because I have no idea of one thing to say about their evil Italian mafia trash money. Not my problem. Glad to be rid of them. Oh, I had thought we would have rid ourselves of them by now. But it is more complicated than I had thought.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not remembering the particular details of the assignment that sent me to a meeting place in Downtown Miami, on that particular day, at that particular time and place, where I was introduced to the black version of Peebles. I no longer remember them. I was only doing my job. 

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, according to my research on Ancestry.com, this man, Robert Graham Peebles, born 1938, was the husband of Candace Thompson, born 1947 in Indiana, who is said to be my third cousin once removed, because her great-grandfather, John Burrey, was the brother of my great-great-grandmother, Rhoda Burrey, both descended from Jacob Burry, born 1815, in Peensylvania, and his wife, Mary Anne Carr. Not to mention there many siblings and cousins. But this is too many connections to have to remember all the time. Nice to have Ancestry.com as a place to store all this data for future reference. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am vaguely reminded that my great-grandmother was a Burrey, and also one of their ancestors is a Burry, but beyond that there is no other connection that I know of. It is a very small thing not worth mentioning. One of my great-grandmother's in-laws or some such thing, not really a "top of mind" topic for discussion.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how the Benners were obsessing on Singapore. There really was not that much to it, and the world has changed much too drastically now to ever go back to that again. I would not want to be bound again by those low-level widgets, thanks anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was 10 years, and my sister 8, we put on a show or two for the neighbors across the street. We painted the backdrops and who knows what else. I forget what we did for a show, but it was easy for white children to entertain brown children, or at least it was fairly easy back in the day, before people got so sophisticated that they forgot who we were or why we were there. If you are still obsessing about our shows, perhaps you are that guy who lived in a sort of shack house down the street. They seem to live quite comfortably in the open air courtyard and only retreat to the tiny inside rooms only to sleep, but there was no air conditioning there so that made sense. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how dare you intrude on my personal life with your worthlessave Hunt hotel garbage. I will not need you hotel maids for anything. Everything is already dumped anyway. If I had known all you wanted was a joke about hotel maids, we could have settled that long ago, but you went too far. Next you will want to audition for the role of Bam Bam in the Flintstones, which is really no  concern of mine. Not my problem. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, speaking of boiler plate verbiage, often when one is a teenager preparing for college, they often tell you to think about getting a scholarship for sports, or to join the military, or some such financial option. I never applied for any of that. That makes me NOT want to be a sports person or to join the military, only because they have really nothing to say, it is just the socially acceptable and stereotypical thing for them to say,  which is nice of them to try, but not necessarily anything that applies to me and my life. So, yes, that's nice of you to say that I should consult the voluminous documentation on available scholarships, but I don't know, maybe that is not really what I want to do. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that was weird, that I would have to explain something about how I never applied for the cheerleader job, so why should I care about hobnobbing with boring preppy Italian cheerleaders named Jennie. I did remember that Dauna failed the cheerleader test, but no surprise there. Why would they want that fat ugly Russian bear for a cheerleader?  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is unfortunate that some of the damages cannot be undone in this lifetime. I am reminded of that family that at one time was living down there, and their son was a forceps birth, meanng his skull was crushed at birth by the docdtor's forceps, so there was not much to say about him. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that my sister was saying that those government people are not such good quality as formerly. I am not sure what she meant by that or to whom she was referring in particular. You could ask her what she meant by that. 

For myself, I dare not say anything about that, those power people would give me nothing but problems, although I do think there trsly is such a thing as the "feet of clay" syndrome. Probably there is no cure for that. It only gets worse later, so yes, now would be as good a time as any to evacuate the planet. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I think that everyone should pray the Sinner's Prayer whenever possible. Who knows, maybe somedy something will click and their minds will open to the truth, but until that happens, it is useless to argue about such matters so out of control. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it had come to my attention that someone was floating my name as a possible source of funding for Angie's orphanage, as if I were going to go there to work with them on fundraising or who knows what else they would want to use me for. Oh! Actually not. I had no thought of going to Romania for any reason, even after learning of Angie's orphanage project. No, I was not consulted in any way on the project so why would those people imagine that they can appropriate my person to their own purposes? My  imaginary fortune never existed, so why do they imagine that I woul go there to pay for things? Ridiculous. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we are under so much pressure to be always nice to them, always a jolly good time to be had from us, always a cheery word of encouragement, that sometimes we forget that they are a little bit like rats or cockroaches, that if we feed them too well they will come back around later and eat us out of house and home, and if we slip and are too mean to them that would give them something to use against us later anyway. So either way, they are a misery to be around. But I should not have to explain their game to you. You should already know that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that, during a meeting in 1998, at a reunion of some people from the Oakland Park days, that Suzette was providing a vivid description of Angie's grand entrance to the Florida District event, assisted by Bob. That was probably back when Angie was starting her career as the founder of an orphanage in Romania. Whether or not you see that in the exaggerat4ed way that Suzette describes things, that seems like a nice thing to do. Build an orphanage if you want to. Not my project. 

Even so, I probably should not show too much interest in that, lest I inadvertently find that you had mistaken me for one of their abject and miserable slave properties.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really cannot blame them all for walking. I would walk too, if I could do that over again. Why bother swinging at her impossible pitch? In addition to using a hardball, which we are only trained in softball, also her pitch had some sort of curve to it, so that there was no possibility of connecting bat to ball. Yes, why even try to challenge Kathy's sports girls? Why even try to challenge the Chinese at ping pong? Impossible.