Janel's Place

"Stress sometimes leads to abnormal behavior." No way. This is quite the eye-opening book. Somebody shot herself on the news in 1974... somebody else leapt from a window after getting a B in a class... that's about all I read today but it promises to be very interesting. I am abnormal because whatever was bugging my right ear has moved down to my left big toe. I'll bet a fly got in my ear and laid an egg and I'm now hosting a giant maggot. Of course that's gross but I had nasty french fries for dinner and it just leads to an all-around gross feeling.

There is more to life than red and green boutons but I am not experiencing it. It was a fly-filled day, but not a fly-filled weekend. Nope, I had a marvelous Saturday convincing myself that I would surely die of a flesh-eating bacterial disease emanating from my ear if I did not stay home and have a movie day with the critters. National Velvet was on, a classic horse movie if there ever was one. Naturally after watching that it was crucial that I play with horses rather than flies.

I'm wide awake but I can't think of anything else to say. I just finished looking through my Economist magazine and there are so many really important things going on in the world that I'm not excited writing about my toes. It does seem odd that the abortion issue hangs on a court ruling rather than any laws contrived by the people. Who let that one get by?

One final gripe/woe. I grieve for kids that have even the childlike, simple introduction to the story of Jesus Christ in the Chronicles of Narnia purposefully hidden from them by their parents’ aversion to all things “religious.” They’re protecting their kids? From WHAT? I can’t talk anymore, I’m on a rampage. Well yes I can. Make up your minds people, is it a harmless fairytale or is it the truth? You want to raise a strong, independent child that will not succumb to the lies of the weak, yet you are afraid to even expose them to anything but your own understudied dismissal of Christianity? Scientists make my blood boil. I’m big on individual rights to go anywhere a person wants, including hell, but when kids’ eyes are covered and they are marched in that direction by parents who claim to be open-minded and scientifically objective I don’t know whether to pull my hair out or yell or both. And there you have it, my opinion that stays behind a pleasant smile at work but dances around in freakish clarity at night.

Max says bedtime.