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One year at SCC my sister and I were among persons who functioned as ushers for a series of concerts at the Crystal Cathedral (before it was the Crysal Cathedral). That was because of Lynda Botsford who arranged that somehow. I really don't remember how that happened. So that was nice to get in some concerts free that otherwise would have been probably too expensive for us, but I did not think to get connected to that after Lynda left. I just wasn't that interested in connecting to the Crystal Cathedral which is actually Dutch Reformed, not really Pentecostal. Church would be very dry there I would imagine compared to what to which I was accustomed.

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Yes, I vaguely recall that while I was renting a room at Laura's house, that I left the kettle full of water on the stove for a very long time until all of the water had evaporated and the bottom of the kettle was so flimsy that the whole thing was burnt, the bottom now having a huge hole in it and no longer able to hold water. I think that I did apologize but Laura was angry and snapping, saying that I should have offered to pay for a new kettle. Oh, I had not thought of that. I am accustomed to being forgiven small mistakes. I think that I was up to date on rental payments and with not a lot of money to spare so it was rather shocking to learn that Laura should suddenly come up with this new rule of needing to pay for things that I broke. I mean, it is very hard to not break something in a nasty angry person's house so, now knowing the extent of Laura's mean-spirited attitude, in a million years I would never consider having further contractual agreements with Laura. Good-bye!

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Someone was talking about how in the new schemata all earthlings will have a uniformity of appearance. All will have brown skin, black hair, black or brown eyes. They will have no more of these shockingly out-of-place redheads with loathsome freckles and blue eyes. Those who do not conform aesthetically speaking will not be welcome on this planet. So this does not bode well for the appearance of redheads. Blondes at least can pretend to be wanted by men so they will find cover that way. Redheads, however, are clearly a blotch on the aesthetic landscape, so loathed are they by the dark powers that bee. Yes, and we redheads are expected to work for them like slaves, which does not bode well for any reappearance of these genetic materials. So whatever. And what was I supposed to do about that? After all, this world is not my home. I'm only passing through.

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I remember that Cindy Lopez was talking about her job at World Vision, which is a sort-of-Christian agency involved in relief and development projects in Third World countries. I don't know much about relief and development so obviously I would not be of much use to them. I really don't know anything about it. I just remember that at one time Cindy worked for World Vision before going to Latin America Childcare. Cindy is one of those Mexican types who think of California as a Mexican territory invaded temporarily by whites. Those early-bird Mexicans got there first and they are just dissimulating and biding their time waiting for the invasive whites to leave so that they can run the whole show which is why there is not much reason to return there or invest much time into that place looking at it that way. If I were a migrant farm worker like Billie Davis I could probably strongly identify with them, the Chicanos, but I actually don't identify that way. Billie Davis was a rare anomaly in the missionary world, needless to say. Which raises another issue of this new wave of Latino missionaries going overseas recently and claiming themselves a new and improved version of missionary because, unlike whites, they look like the natives, act like the natives, think like the natives, behave like the natives. Makes you wonder exactly what they thought a missionary actually was supposed to be anyway. That is a very deep question for shallow minds.

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Yes, I actually don't care to explore the Olympic sporting event in great detail. It is something enjoyable to watch on television once every four years but that is about as interesting as it gets for me. I seriously doubt that I would ever go to any Olympic events because sports are just not my thing. However, I do vaguely recall that one year when the Olympics were in Los Angeles that Bobby Bueno and some of his friends, maybe Cindy Lopez, were deeply involved in that somehow. I don't remember what they said about that but I do vaguely remember hearing something. They were maybe volunteers for the logistics of the event so that was nice for them. Maybe they got free sporting event tickets along the way as a benefit. Yes, I suppose that if I had millions of dollars in the bank I too could volunteer to do a lot of things but I actually needed to work for money, not being independently wealthy and having no financial parachute to speak of and not wanting to be financially obligated to some wealthy donor's mysterious agenda, so obviously the Olympics will have to go on without me. Anyway, I never had any illusions of grandeur about my balance beam performance so I really cannot imagine why anyone would be asking me personal questions about the Olympics. I really don't care that much.

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I remember Laura simply as a shrill and shrieky witch. Laura's prominent display of pathetically bad attitude proves only that blondes have no exclusive claim to virtue. Enough said about that.

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It is sort of awkward to see the trashy stupid Sanchez family, handicapped in the Baptist way, always angling to stab me in the back, as if anyone ever cared what the Baptist Sanchez family ever thought about anything. The Sanchez never quite "get" the full picture but it is useless to argue with Baptists bimbos like the Sanchez, Bells, Reeces because they are too limited to understand. I wonder what makes the Baptists think that they are going to be running my life later? Maybe they will get a clue that, guess what, it is not our problem that stupid nasty Kathleen married a creepy wicked doctor with a rather bad reputation, as if we should be impressed. Nobody really takes the Baptists that seriously. I did at one time attend school with Carol, Rhina, Noel, but I am smarter than that. I deeply resent them suggesting that I would have to owe all of my success to them, as if their pathetically low level of stupidity were some kind of prize that I would want to strive for, as if they should get credit for things they know nothing about and did nothing to facilitate. They actually have nothing that I want or need. The Sanchez family are just a whiny nuisance to be brutally honest. I