Thursday, November 30, 2017
Which Reminds Me
How many times do I have to explain that I am not interested in taking Sylvia's job? Mountain landscapes are a beautiful thing but you don't seem to enjoy the scenery so we cannot engage in further dialogue with such a pathetically stupid person.
Which Reminds Me
Of course, we could not care less about the idiotic rantings of the Reeces. Everything that the Reeces have they got because space cadet Lori was cross-dating that Italian creep Tony, a Roman Catholic who couldn't care less about our interests. We are Protestant missionary kids. We are not supposed to be socializing that much with Catholics. That could really throw off the balance of power if we ceded all our power to the Reeces or the SanGios, either one. I don't take my orders from the Reeces, needless to say.
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Which Reminds Me
Yes, there was only that joke that Michael O'Farrell made about Mata Hari in 10th grade English class, while we were working on a group project, I might have laughed thinking that it was a joke but then Marta Brizuela who was also in our group responded in a rather sharply angry way, which is not surprising as Martha is a very cranky person most of the time. And then later there was also something that maybe Ivonne explained about how Mata Hari was somehow attached to their family, although I don't remember the details of that. Sounded complicated. With them being such prickly pears, that is not a subject that I would want to initiate. I only remember something that I was told, although not you.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, we are constantly amazed at your intimate familiarity with the trashy exploits of that vampy spy of World War I, Mata Hari. Oh, you are saying that Mata Hari was your grandmother? Well, I really wouldn't know that, would I? No one would be able to guess that just from looking at your vampy milk maid face. We would have to do some research to really pinpoint what that was all about.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I vaguely remember that in first or second grade I and a friend, David, crawled into the barrel on the playground, from opposite ends, and kissed in the middle. There is really nothing more to tell about that. I moved away after second grade so have no idea what happened to all those people. I don't remember their last names. It would be pointless to try to find them later and they would never be able to find me now. I certainly hope not.
Which Reminds Me
Of course, my Dad also has two other uncles and an aunt on the Calkins side of the family but that is a completely different story.
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I have noticed recently that some people are dropping many clues about "Ben." They are fascinated with the name of "Ben." Ben Ben Ben. Which seems odd to me.
Yes, in reading the diaries of great-grandmother we read numerous mentions of my Dad's Uncle Ben, whose career was actually working on ships and was often gone to sea, sailing as a crew member of some type of ship, but at times when his ship was in port at San Diego he would stop in Oceanside to visit his mother and his sisters, one of whom was my grandmother, although he actually resided somewhere in Northern California. The diary mentions that he had a son and daughter whom I never met. I really never knew these people existed until I read the diaries, but my parents say that he once visited them in Florida with his second wife, a Puerto Rican woman, although I was not there at the time and never met them.
My Dad had four uncles—Ben, Sam, Joe, and Ariel—and two aunts—Julia and Olive. There were possibly two other children who died in infancy—Philip and Anna.
So anyway, Ben is gone now and his second wife also. Ben died and he will not be sailing the seas again so you will need to find some other source of interest to occupy your waking hours. This obsessive preoccupation with Ben is getting too weird. What is your problem? Where is all this missing paperwork that I never saw? It would be interesting to see that so that at least I could get some idea of what you are talking about. What is this paper weapon that you are using to kill us?
Yes, in reading the diaries of great-grandmother we read numerous mentions of my Dad's Uncle Ben, whose career was actually working on ships and was often gone to sea, sailing as a crew member of some type of ship, but at times when his ship was in port at San Diego he would stop in Oceanside to visit his mother and his sisters, one of whom was my grandmother, although he actually resided somewhere in Northern California. The diary mentions that he had a son and daughter whom I never met. I really never knew these people existed until I read the diaries, but my parents say that he once visited them in Florida with his second wife, a Puerto Rican woman, although I was not there at the time and never met them.
My Dad had four uncles—Ben, Sam, Joe, and Ariel—and two aunts—Julia and Olive. There were possibly two other children who died in infancy—Philip and Anna.
So anyway, Ben is gone now and his second wife also. Ben died and he will not be sailing the seas again so you will need to find some other source of interest to occupy your waking hours. This obsessive preoccupation with Ben is getting too weird. What is your problem? Where is all this missing paperwork that I never saw? It would be interesting to see that so that at least I could get some idea of what you are talking about. What is this paper weapon that you are using to kill us?
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