This past week was definitely uneventful…our lights were out for 4 days; our church people grilled up 400 hotdogs to give out at a parade; I locked Michael, Zippy, & me out of the house at 11:30 one night; & we found out on FRIDAY that our church couldn’t meet yesterday at the school building where we regularly meet… Definitely uneventful, so I’m going a different route with my blog today.
Associations are funny. Do you have random associations in your life that whenever a situation happens, it triggers your thoughts to something or someone else?
*When I see an old school mechanical pencil (with the silver tip & the skinny eraser), I think of my junior high youth pastor who would always write in his day planners with just that.
*When I see the time and the numbers are all the same (1:11, 2:22, 3:33, etc.), I think about and pray for my brother, who once found that phenomenon to be cool and shared it with my mom.
*When I hear the spoken word “nickel,” I think of my roommate in college who had a goofy rhyme that she would sing anytime someone would say “nickel.” My mom gave me a nickel to buy a pickle, I didn’t buy a pickle, I bought some chewing gum. Chewing gum, Chewing gum, I love chewing gum.
*When I get $.41 in change, I am reminded of working at a drug store in high school. That’s my favorite amount of change to give a customer because it’s one of every coin: A Quarter, A Dime, A Nickel, and Penny.
*When I see a Geo Tracker, I’m instantly reminded of a lady I once knew who was the frequent culprit of T.M.I. (Unless you’re one who considers The reason she refused to wear pantyhose “pertinent information.”
*When I ride in a canoe, I think of an exaggeratory, hillbilly of a tour guide from Arkansas who told our junior high/high school youth group that if we fell out of the boat, we were going to get hypothermia and DIE (though he pronounced it more like “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”) and told us that to prevent this, we should all wear plastic garbage bags under our clothing. He also told us that if we fell in the water and the canoe were to come at us, we should move out of the way (thanks, Captain Obvious…) because the force of “One HUNDRED THOUUUUUUUUUUSAND POUNDS OF PRESSURE” would impale and kill us. We ignored him. We all lived.
*When I use the bathroom at a library, I think of the time that I locked myself in the bathroom at our public library and yelled until my mom came to rescue me. I can still remember the feeling of terror as I naturally assumed that my life was endangered and would be ending momentarily. I was 19. Okay, not really… I was maybe 5?
*When I see one librarian in particular, I try to avoid him because I’m plagued with guilt. I paid my library fine to this librarian once with all pennies because I was irritated and felt wronged about the fine that I had incurred. (I was wrong, I confess.)
*When I make a flop of a dish in the kitchen, I am reminded of what my mom told me to do when this happens… just rename it to something so no one will know it’s a flop. Turn a bad looking chocolate cake into “AVALANCHE Chocolate Cake.” Turn soupy enchiladas into “Enchilada Casserole Au Jus.” Usually this little secret does wonders… except this week, I renamed a dish to “My name is Hurl.” I fed some to the dog and threw the rest away. Sometimes you can’t even pretend to salvage a disaster disguised as cooked ‘Hurl’. Sigh.
So, I’m dying to hear some of YOUR associations. Fill in the blanks. When I _____________________, I think of ______________________________.
