I Don't Believe in Airplanes

It's very windy and slightly snowy.
Daulton doesn't believe in airplanes because if God intended us to fly, we would fly.
I don't believe in anything man made because if God intended us to have those things, we would have them.
I also don't believe in anything that has anything to do with man making any effort at all because if God intended us to have whatever it is, it would just fall into our lap without our needing to do anything.
Daulton also has very definite beliefs against infant baptism.
Daulton knows everything.
The exterminator was here today. We walked around and sprayed apartments. Bobbie told us that she wanted us to spray around her refrigerator but not around her door, and we definitely shouldn't spray near her potatoes because she didn't want to get poisoned. We didn't see any potatoes.
Mildred wanted me to check her filter tonight because she thought maybe it was blocking the air blowing out of her heater and not allowing her apartment to get warm. It was blazing in her apartment.
Bobbie says that Mildred has Alzheimer's. This doesn't particularly surprise me, but I find it ironic coming from Bobbie, since I am 98% sure Bobbie has Alzheimer's as well.
Bobbie always refers to Beulah as "that one lady over there."
Brown's Corner has a "birthday party for Jesus" tonight. They had a cake. We even sang "Happy Birthday." The cake was good.
Most of the kids weren't there to practice the program, so Anna just worked with the girls who are doing a song on the bells.
While she was doing this, Cade found a slingshot. I found this disturbing because Cade is roughly six and into rodeos and hunting. Destruction seemed imminent. I swiftly confiscated the slingshot and pondered when I became an old fuddy-duddy.
Oddly enough, I'm wearing clothes that don't allow easy access to my underwear. So, guess...
Chief was not very happy with Daisy earlier and kept hissing at her. In turn, Daisy just turned around and started shoving her rear in Chief's face.
Anna's father went to the doctor today to have a potentially cancerous growth removed from his hand. Anna was disturbed by this, mostly because no one told her that it was even happening.
We have this decorative lamp-post sitting on our patio. It's so windy that it gets blown over as soon as I set it back up.
I guess technically, Daisy got her first experience of snow tonight (a couple days ago doesn't count because I didn't let her go near the few remaining patches that quickly melted away). I don't think there was really enough snow on the ground for her to really react to it. I'll let you know what she does when the snow actually accumulates.
We gave Daisy a bath last night.
Chief takes naps in the middle of our Christmas tree. This has resulted in bent branches and a rather disheveled looking tree.
I'd like to give a shout out to Heather, seeing as it is her birthday tomorrow (hopefully this serves as a reminder to her friends, in case they suck at life).
I need to get Anna her Christmas present. I have ideas. I just need to accomplish them. She already got me one and is working on getting me others. This makes me feel guilty. I also realize I should probably get something for my own family members, as well as Anna's family. Aside from my mother, I have no idea what to get anyone of those people (you'd think my dad would be easy for me, but the thing is that, like me, he likes to select his own hunting gear).
I got a letter from Midwest Toxicology Services, informing me that my name had come up for a random drug test. I don't have to do it because I don't work through the union anymore, but for some reason, it's almost tempting to go pee in a cup and prove that I've never taken illigal substances.
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