In which Timmy is horrified -- and I make him giggle and the Irish Catholic/Protestant clash comes to Minnesota

I was just about to crawl into bed last night when I thought it might be prudent to check my phone to see who had been calling (if anyone). It turned out that I had missed 9 calls. (Naughty me -- remember to turn the ringer on next time!) Just as I was checking to see who they had been from, I received another call. It was Timmy. He told me that my dad's friend's wife's sister-in-law (or something) had given Dad's friend's wife a Valentine's Day gift. I asked what she had gotten, and Timmy replied, "A necklace, a bracelet, some smelly stuff . . . and . . . UNDERPANTS!" Timmy was horrified. Then he said, "She wasn't too happy with the underpants. She said they were the wrong style and she'd never wear them." I said, "What kind were they, Timmy?" Timmy giggled and said, "I'm trying to forget everything you told me about that." (Oh, really Timmy . . . )

I'm generally really laid back and things don't bother me too much. However, I do have one major pet peeve. The Irish Catholic/Protestant clash. Especially when it migrates to Minnesota. Actually, I don't care about the Irish problem that much. If they want to blow each other's brains out, then let them. They all know that if they'd just decide to get along, everything would be all better and no one would hate each other. They just have to decide that's what they want. Until then, we'll have them blowing each other's brains out. We'll just have to learn to deal with it. It just really gets to me when it comes over here. Tonight, a bunch of my "friends," who happen to be Catholic, were sitting together. I got to the cafeteria and they waved at me and when I went over to talk to them, they said, "You can't sit here. You're not Catholic." I said, "Well excuse me," and walked away. Since when does the church you are part of make a difference? They were joking, but . . . I know that way down deep inside, they really DO care, and since I'm not Catholic, I don't belong. One of them asked me which denomination I'm part of, and I told them that I don't believe in denominations because I don't believe that Jesus endorses divisions among Christians and denominational lines are the biggest divisions among Christians that there are.

And then I got to thinking about being indoctrinated through my high school text books. It's so sad. The company that prints the books hates Catholics so fiercely that if a piece of information promotes anything regarding the Catholic church, they ignore it. I don't think I got a fair education. 1) It's not fair to Catholics because I was instructed to believe that Catholics are evil (I don't believe Jesus endorses that opinion.) 2) I didn't learn a lot of things that really would have helped me in college. Like, osmosis for example. I'm not sure what it has to do with Catholicism, but obviously, it has SOMETHING to do with it because they gave me the WRONG definition and it took me 3 semesters to figure out what it REALLY is. (And I learned about it in 3 different classes PER SEMESTER.)

Being sick stinks . . . I didn't have any nyquil left on Friday night, so I went to bed and I couldn't go to sleep because I was freezing but my head was burning up. Then I was burning up all over and I fell asleep and had a dream about gladiator basketball in which a bunch of people were playing but as time passed, the people kept dying and as they died, I had to write obituaries for them and finally it was down to Andy W. playing against Andy Z. (They're roommates) and I was like, "Oh my goodness! Who is going to survive this???" Athletic Math Boy or History/Government/Walking for Wellness Boy? (Z and I were in all those classes at the same time our freshman year.) Then I woke up and I swear my temperature had to have been at least 105 degrees because when it gets that high, you start to get delusional. (That and the fact that I was extremely warm and I hadn't been covered up and the room temp was only about 65 degrees.) It was an interesting night . . . Oh my goodness! I just thought of something . . . I'm gonna have to ponder that one for a while. Where's Nikki K when you need her? Oh yeah -- at the Andys' Superbowl Party. :-/ Sad day . . .

I decided to start taking vitamins so I don't get sick again. The bottle said to take one after a meal, so I put them in my backpack and went to lunch. I got done eating and I went outside to chit-chat with Wade and Ryan. I said, "Hi boys. Would you like a One A Day for Women?" Hehehe They declined.

I miss my military boy . . .
~MK