A Quick Two Cents

I thought since Mom and Mary have made a couple of entries while I was on hiatus, I should comment on a couple of things. First, the Olympics were postponed until Mom and Dad could be here. Hopefully the weather will cooperate. It isn't as convection oven hot here right now, but who knows what it will be like later on.

I'm going to have to watch for that book on alien abductions. I agree, some 'abductions' are probably nothing more than sleep paralysis, but that doesn't explain all of them. What about the people who report being abducted while driving down the highway, like Betty and Barney Hill? What about the missing time a lot of people report, or suddenly finding out your clothes are on backwards or inside out? In one book I read, the morning after a man had an abduction experience his little boy commented about the 'little doctors' being in the house that night. There's just too much going on to explain it all as sleep paralysis. I read a real interesting book about a conference about alien abduction held at MIT I think it was, but now I can't find it in the library's catalog. The Men In Black probably took the book and erased any evidence of it ever being here. Those bastards. The conference concluded that nobody really knows what is going on. Maybe hundreds of thousands of people have all gone insane, but even if that is the answer why have they suddenly gone insane? Even if this is all in their minds, someone should be studying it instead of just acting like nothing is happening.

My mom's dog isn't the only one that has a rain phobia. My big dog, Buddy, hates going out in the rain. Of course, he has a good reason. He was just a puppy when we got flooded in 93, and he spent about 2 months living in the state park getting rained on every day. He loved it when we moved up from a tent to a camper because we let him in the camper. No way was my husband going to let the dogs in the tent.

I sympathize with Mary about the clothes shopping. I can't stand shopping at the mall, and don't really like Wal-mart all that much better. Resale stores are much better, but after I search through racks of clothes and finally find something that isn't repulsive I am lucky if it is anywhere near my size. My husband is even worse because he won't actually try anything on in the store. He just looks at it and either takes it or leaves it, then when we get home either he'll wear it, or stuff it in the back of the closet until he either gains weight, looses weight, gets taller, or shrinks. Or until I bag it up and donate to probably the same resale store it came from in the first place.