So another chiropractic mission trip has come and gone but not without leaving its memories. Of course there is all the hard work that everybody put in to this trip but other memories are left as well. Such as the event at the end of the trip where at one of the tourist sales stalls the woman selling the wears asked me if two of the trip participants were my children. Of course I was flattered to think that Alicia and Jorge to be my own. Who would not be flattered?
Later I did have a thought prompted by one of Alicia’s comments. Alicia pointed out that the woman probably said that we were related cuz we are both white. That would mean that the woman was thinking that Alicia was my daughter and Jorge was my Mexican son-in-law. It was a good thing that Erika was not there or else she would have confused her for my grand daughter as she was much smaller than the rest of us thus making her the “love child” of Jorge and Alicia. We would not have been complete without Uncle Buck and Auntie Meg there. Of course we would all have been sorrowful over their bareness as the woman at the stall would have deduced that this was the case as they have no children such as I. Yes the Lord has blessed my old heart with laughter as he has increased unto me my family, cattle, and stock in cats these last couple of weeks. I have been left not wanting. Especially since the whole group was blessed with pregnant Emily and that is probably what brought on the whole fertile fan fare in the first place. I think it all started when both David and Charles “El Bonito” started to argue over claims to who was the father. Luckily the other Charles “Keiser Sosei” was on hand to settle the dispute on the fatherhood of the child with the loud statement being “The father is a red-head!!!” All I had to say to this is “That woman got here pregnant!”
So I leave you with a few last thoughts
“Never trust a pregnant woman!”
Rusty Firestone
"There's nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won't cure." Jack E. Leonard
“I remember how my great-uncle Jerry would sit on the porch and whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, because he had whittled off the paint. - Jack Handey (aka Jack Handy) -->“
Jack Handey
Have a great weekend!
FeO2
Three Religiions
Facing the wall
