the day before Christmas

So, it's Saturday. I'm just kind of chilling at home. Listening to some Beethoven right now, good stuff. My girlfriend is in town and we got to hang out all day yesterday, so that was nice. I still miss her though. She's so darling. Not much going on here.

I didn't go to church today and now I'm almost kind of sad that I didn't. My parents brought the visiting pastor home for lunch and he's just chalk-full of stories. Bizarre stories. Like, he was once married to a woman who had multiple personalities; seven of them. How could you NOT know before hand that you were about to marry somebody who was 7 people. One of which was a child and one was an animal. Really? He claimed he'd wake up in the middle of the night and she'd be gone (her animal personality was a deer) so he'd go to her outdoor hiding place and slowly creep in (cause you don't want to startle a deer) and slowly lay down with her for a bit, then pick her up and carry her back in the house and put her to bed and she'd wake up the next morning never knowning a thing about it. Weird? Yeah! He was also full of other stories such as climbing various mountains, being a direct descendant of the first missionaries to China, spelunking in all the caves around Mt. Saint Helens and nearly dying a few times doing it, eating with Chinese people downtown with his father who was a real good friend of one of the elderly Chinese people and having a signal worked out for when certain foods came around that had meat in them and passing on some sort of ravioli type looking thing and finding out later that it was dog meat that was inside. Just bizarre stuff. I don't know how much of it I believe. He wouldn't stop talking.

So, that was lunch entertainment. Lunch itself was a full baked potato bar. It was delicious. Chili, cheese, sour cream, baco-bits, butter, salt, you know... good stuff. Could have used some tomatoes and broccoli I suppose. Oh well. Oh, side note, I found out yesterday when I was out with girlfriend et. al. getting Gelato that the correct Italian spelling of Macaroni is something like Maccheroni or something like that. Crazy, eh? Probably not as crazy as being a legal polygamist married to one woman with seven personalities. But, whatever. Such is life, I suppose.

Merry Christmas