Now I know I said I was going to blog in this darn thing everyday this year (Actually, I never said that to you, that was more of an inner-monologue thing. But, I guess I just said it, so there.) but I missed yesterday by a couple of hours. So sue me. I was out enjoying myself, which rarely happens anymore. And you wanna know what I was doing? Well, I'm going to tell you anyway.
(I don't know why this has started so angry. Again, that sarcasm font would really be useful right now.)
I was watching a movie. What movie? Parents starring Randy Quaid and Mary Beth Hurt, and directed by Bob Baladan. I don't know what year it was filmed, don't ask me that, but a safe bet would be 1980's ish. The film is set in the 1950's and revolves around a little boy slowly discovering that his parents are cannibals. As with any good cannibal movie, it has your nice touches of odd meats and such hidden in the cellar and mystery boxes in the freezer. (Presumably, they were body parts or organs or dead bodies or whatnot.) Oh friends that love comedy horror movies!
I'm a lot like that little kid. We had the same dorky haircuts, wouldn't eat our dinners, and snuck around the house at night in our underpants. (Unfortunately, I can't get the Batman style in my size anymore.)
Oh, and we also both had weird body parts in the fridge. Creeped out yet? Well, if you said yes, I would say "Come on, quit thinking about me in my tighty whities. I'm pretty sexy." That's right, body parts in the fridge. As a kid, my dad worked as a research biologist at UAMS doing cancer research, and occasionally he would have to bring his work home with him. It was not uncommon to have to move the piece of brain sitting in the formaldehyde just to get a drink of Sunny-D. And our kitchen table would often play host to some random human bone. Yea, it was unusual, but it was the kind of life I grew up around. I'm sure your household and parents were just as wierd or unusual as mine were.
Nearly a year ago, my dad lost his job. Doing cancer research requires that you work off of federal funding and grants, and I guess when you have to pay for wars, and oil, and healthcare, and politicians salaries, cancer cure just isn't very high on the list anymore. The lab that my dad worked at for nearly twenty five years was one of the first to get disbanded. Fortunately, my dad is at the age that he can draw social security and unemployment for a while and just retire.
I once heard it said that when we ask God for strength, He gives us challenges to make us strong. My family has gone through a lot over the years, and there were times when I was never quite sure how we would be able to muddle through. But we did, and we're still trudging along. They may embarass me sometimes, but they're my embarassment and I wouldn't trade 'em for anything.
I sure do miss those shocking fridge discoveries sometimes, though.
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