Sharyti and I were talking before she left for school. She had just gotten rid of her stacks of candy by dishing ‘em out to her niece and nephews. (For some bizarre reason Sharyti’s not big on candy… weird…) And when she gave them the candy, Brittany (the kids’ mother) was like, “Great Sharyti, you give them the candy and then I have to deal with it! Why didn’t you give it to Saren?”
Sharyti: “Because then I would have to deal with it…”
The Terrorist at Work and—is a Mango a Mango by any other name?
So… we did a lot of overtime my last week of work, and let me say, people get a little crazy when they’re bored and tired. Our manager, Maria (she collects stamps from the envelopes people send in, I thought that was fun), was talking to this fellow who I learned his whole life story basically. You know those people, don’t you? The ones who just sit down and tell you everything—including things you think they probably shouldn’t. Anyways, I was listening to him, Maria, and another girl friend of his for a few hours of overtime, and Maria told them about how she and Bertha call crazy people “nachos” and they have this ongoing joke about Bertha and herself being a “terrorist.”
The kid who told his whole life story (I remember his life story, just not his name…) kept doing the lazy eye because it creeped and grossed Maria out.
Maria: “Stooooooop! You do that again and I’m gonna shoot you! I’ll shoot everyone dead.”
Kid: “Yeah, they come back and everyone’s lying on the floor…”
Maria: “I’m a terrorist. I’ll shoot you.”
Luckily no one is hyper-sensitive there and so no one called the police.
There was also an interesting episode concerning mangoes and peaches. Un-named Guy was talking to Javier who said he loved mangoes and had brought some for lunch. Un-named Guy said he had never had mangoes and wanted to see ‘em, so Javier showed them to him. A few hours later, Un-named Guy was like, “So… is there a difference between peaches and mangoes?”
Maria: “Yes. Peaches are fuzzy and mangoes are smooth, and yellow or orange or red.”
Un-named Guy: “But Javier’s mangoes were fuzzy…”
And then after longer discussion they realized that Javier was calling his peaches mangoes. Maria found this quite amusing (she kinda had a thing against Javier because he is one of those people who kindof loafs at work once they feel like they’ve been there a while) and she went over to the other section to ask him about it.
Maria (after she’s come back): “He thought peaches were called mangoes. I went over there and was like, ‘Javier, are mangoes smooth or fuzzy?’ And he was like, ‘Fuzzy.’” And so she told him he was calling his peaches mangoes and everyone laughed at him. I think she liked that.
Peach:
Mango:
Quotes:
James (I can’t remember the context of this unfortunately, but he said something like): “I’ll grow some bird-eating cantaloupe.”
Matt (we’d been having a FHE about what to do if porn pops up): “It’s okay if we change when no one’s looking, right?” Yes, he was serious… and he didn’t understand why we laughed, but I assured him it’s all right if you change clothes when no one’s lookin’.
So, I said I was gonna write about Anneli’s wedding… but there ain’t much to say, honestly. Next time, I think I will write about my Medieval Festival adventure.
Dream #15—Escape: My family and I are escaping some kind of modern Holocaust. My parents are gone and James and Rachel, but I was responsible for helping the Lawsons (my Aunt’s family), Matt, and Elly escape. I show the Lawsons to a hiding place (cupboards), and I must have predecided with Matt and Ell to hide in ovens because when I go back to their child’s concentration camp (it was more like Primary, not at all like the real thing was, thank heavens) and Matt’s already gone. I pretend to be visiting Elly. While I am talking to the lady in charge, Elly is trying to sneak over the gate—and the lady notices. I can’t get Elly out. We’re caught. I find Matt crammed in an oven and I have to make the decision to take my family that’s out to the airport even without Ell. We drive away in a truck (me and Matt) until I realize Matt’s in the driver seat, and then we switch.
Dream #15 Analysis: I actually had this dream before the Cindered Ella one, but I forgot to write it. It’s fairly simple really, no secretive meanings here, I don’t think. I just feel responsible for my younger siblings, and boy do I feel bad for people who actually lived in times like the Holocaust where they had to be afraid for their lives and the lives of their family—and they had to leave people behind… that must be one of the hardest things you would ever have to do…
Dream #16—Apartment: I had a nightmare about my apartment before I came to school. I dreamed we were up in this mountain covered in snow, and Sister Henriksen was there for some reason… I don’t really remember it because I didn’t write it down…
Dream #16 Analysis: You have to worry about your apartment at school. It’s always risky. I've already had some fun with my showering experiences. It's about six feet up and sprays directly over the tub spout so you have to nearly stand against the wall and if you turn the fan on (which of course, due to brilliant architecture) is above the shower curtain you get a flapping curtain that tries to tangle you up.
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