Which Reminds Me

You know me not at all when you pretend to know me through my cousin Karen, you pompous Illuminati dog. I care not about your many degrees of ascension in the Secret Order of Mumbo-Jumbo when you sit over there in your corner of study hall spewing your stupid incantations, desperately trying to leverage my grandmother's meager correspondence into something more, you have only proven yourself to be the spy who ransacked my grandparents' old paperwork and nothing more. Your words are meaningless. I cannot have myself represented by some stupid Illuminati dog, needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

During my internship I wrote an article about happiness and it was even published. Yes, I suppose that there are those who experience happiness and then there are those who write articles about happiness. There are those who teach and those who do, as the conversation went. Yes, why didn't I go for the teaching license like cheerleader Jennie did? It was true what Mrs. Dixon when she reprimanded me for dropping out of the teaching thing, but I just didn't care. I could never quite picture myself doing that.

Which Reminds Me

Someone was reminding me of a book that I read during high school, a novel by Eugenia Price, one of her St. Simons Trilogy books, I don't remember which one, in which a lady living on the Georgia island gives to her friend a gift of a lovely crystal bird. Yes, I do remember reading that book, but how odd to be reminded of that specific incident in the book by a person who would not be aware of the contents of my high school bookshelf.

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Perhaps someone has reminded me of the Kvetco family who were at the Bethel Church. I really don't remember much about them. They were some friends of my sister. However, I really don't remember much about the Bethel Church people. They were just my sister's friends. I really can't say that I know them.

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I went all the way to Virginia only to find myself dogged by this Lori from Michigan. How many times do I have to explain that I am not interested in joining the military? I just don't care. I am only a girl. I could not even begin to explain about guns, and then there is the John Birch Affair to which our family has not even the slightest connection, that is, the story of the Baptist missionary/CIA agent murdered in China. How many times do we have to explain that the John Birch Affair is not our problem? I have no clue. Not even one clue. Not even a shade of a clue. Nothing. Zilch. Nada.

Which Reminds Me

How dare you call me an alien hybrid! Where is the DNA test to prove your lies? I am just as much a part of the human race as anyone else around here. And your father is the Devil himself, the Father of Lies and Liars.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have noticed that some smart alecky person is trying to dramatize the written agreement that my parents as missionaries have to sign in which they agree to hold the national organization of our church denomination entirely blameless in all matters. The church is not liable for anything. So does that make me a liar? Umm, I think not. I think that why should I be the one to dramatize this point when I don't even know what they are really trying to cover up? Is no one else guilty of anything? I just have no idea.