Which Reminds Me

Once in El Salvador my sister and I were walking with Susie along some streets and suddenly we heard that there were some university people staging a protest on the streets and they were marching in the direction of where we were walking. We quick went inside a furniture store nearby and hid there in the back of the store for several minutes, maybe a half hour or so, until the protesters had passed on by. We are white people whose presence obviously would not be appreciated on the streets during such a public protest so we courteously stayed out of sight for the duration.

Which Reminds Me

Someone has reminded me that when I lived in California I once applied for an editor job at Chuck Swindoll's organization which was connected to the Evangelical Free Church. I was told in the job interview that I would not be hired because of my Pentecostal background which is obvious because I attended an AG college. I could not be trusted to properly edit matters of a theological nature, said the woman who interviewed me, although the prospective job might have built on the skills that I had acquired in the job that I was currently working at, which was the Lockman Foundation. Ok, fine. I will be just fine without all of these Evangelical Free/Southern Baptist people nattering in the background. What would those modernists know about Christian theology anyway? Didn't one roommate at the time, Laura, say that she almost doesn't believe in anything? So anyway I can't take those people too seriously or I would just go crazy. Some people are disappointingly not as Christian as we had thought upon first meeting, but then again isn't that what world history is all about?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that I should have apologized to Dawn for interrupting her performance on the stage, actually the basketball court, because anyway I really didn't know what they thought they were doing and I probably should have watched and listened more before saying anything to anyone. The whole thing did strike me as weird to see Dawn playing the part of evil seductress. On the other hand, these efforts to twist that into some other thing that was never intended by me is also very annoying. We never discussed anything of the sort so while I think that you do know what I meant, it is obvious to all concerned that your enormous pride and ego is what will not allow you to admit any mistake on your part or to give me any credit for having a legitimate point of view of some sort. You always were utterly self-absorbed and refusing or unable to grasp my point of view in any way. I don't know whether that is a Canadian or U.K. thing but we all know that you cannot be crossed because you are so unbearably proud and stubborn and thus it would be entirely useless for me to say what I really think about that or anything else for that matter. I might as well just ignore these worthless friends as if non-existent because that is how they see me. Anyway, that said, you have no legitimate claim to my personal property, never mind about all their junk. The Andersons are just Foursquare rejects who do not seem to understand that sometimes being square is more important than being cool. Sometimes being cool that way just doesn't matter. There are other things more important than what they might say. I just don't care anymore. Like I said, maybe in heaven we will all be perfect and able to get along well but until then, well, I really don't care if I do not hear from Dawn and the Anderson riff-raff until then.

Which Reminds Me

The example of Stephanie proves to us that the U.K. has its low-level white trash just like everywhere. These U.K.'rs talk loudly but they really don't know anything much about me. There would be no reason for me to discuss oil rights issues with these clueless Canadians, never mind about what Dawn's sick imagination might dream up. Dingy Dawn would not be a proper channel of discussion for this topic. I am just saying.

Which Reminds Me

We have an ancestress in my Dad's side of the family, Mary Ellen Carr, who was born in Prussia in 1821 and came to the U.S. without parents somehow and married Jacob Burry in 1837. Well, she might be dead and buried by now but she had quite a few children, about 11, including a great-great-grandmother of ours, Rhoda, all of whom had probably fairly large families, so that quite a few of her descendants actually are living in the U.S.. But we are under no illusions of going to Prussia to claim anything there of the Holy Roman Empire and to socialize with the royals of Germany. There is just no reason to even think of that. The only reason that you are hinting to me about that is because you already think that my entire life is one huge joke anyway so whatever additional joke materials you can shove at me the funnier that you think it is. However, I do not share this fondness of yours for stupid humor. I am just saying.

Which Reminds Me

Yeah, I get it. I just can't keep a secret, says you. I will just parrot everything I ever heard to someone or another so if you tap all my contacts you think that you can gather everything there is to know about me and steal all of my secrets, as if I ever had any secrets. There is nothing mysterious about me. My life is an Open Book, even though it was actually Vickie Canfield in high school who was with the Open Book church, not me. I was with the AG, not the Open Book of Vickie Canfield. So I am just saying.

Which Reminds Me

I am suddenly reminded that our high school geometry teacher was Mr. Schoenberg. He was a good math teacher even if a bit boring. Someone was telling me a story about him but I don't understand. I really don't know anything else about him other than just he was a math teacher at our high school. Why are you asking me about that? I was not one of the cheaters. There were cheaters but I was not one of them. I don't appreciate your attempts to dump me in that bucket.