IS THAT A SNOW PLOW, OR ARE WE AT WAR?

Christmas Day is over, the presents are unwrapped and all is quiet on the home front.

Just a few minutes ago Elizabeth and I heard a noise. A prolonged noise. Twice. It's either a snow plow, or we are at war. The fact that there is hardly a skiff of new snow has me wondering if the missiles have been deployed and we are headed into Armageddon.

And then I had the thought: If we are at war, and the missiles have been launched, and the radiation is sifting down, then I better eat all the Christmas candy now, instead of parcelling it out a bit at a time until the new year. Because, as soon as the clock strikes midnight on December 31st (or is it considered January 1st when the clock strikes midnight?) candy must not be consumed, in fact, if I have any in my mouth at that moment, I must spit it out.

Because there might not be a new year, it would be a shame to let all the fudge and little white cookies go to waste. The mutants in the future, sifting through our generation's rubble will come upon the fudge and little white cookies and say, "The people who lived here (and died before New Year's) worshipped fudge and little white cookies and kept them in sacred decorated tins." They will know they are sacred because one of them is a Mary Englebright tin and it says, "Peace." Of course the fudge filled one has a picture of Santa and a reindeer. I don't want them to think I worshipped fudge and little white cookies and Santa, so I guess I better eat the contents, so the mutants-of-the future will not make snarky comments about my religion.

WHY DON'T I LEARN?

Today was a wonderful day, right up until 7:00 o'clock.


First we watched President Hinckley's funeral. It was a great tribute to a wonderful man. We recorded the funeral and a couple of hours of tribute for President Hinckley that aired after the funeral--we will watch it again, later . We should have watched it tonight instead of what we did watch.


Then, this afternoon, we went to our granddaughter's baptism. After the baptism she received the gift of the Holy Ghost. That too was wonderful. Here she is after her baptism with her Daddy, my wonderful son. I should have worked on that post tonight--I will do so, tomorrow.



So, in a really bad decision we watched WAR OF THE WORLDS. Again. It was my idea. Phil was against it. Once again, he was the wiser.

We saw it in the movie theater when it came out. It's one more movie about evil and it makes my body produce adrenalin and other bad chemicals that make me unhealthy. I know this. So, why do I do it anyway? It will take me days to get over it. What is the matter with me? Don't answer. I don't want to know--especially if the word "stupid" is in your analysis.

Twice during the movie we got a LOST update. Since the writers are on strike it was written by someone like me. Parts of it were so simple it was funny. Things like "Jack was mad."
Now I ask you, how are they going to tie all this together? No one knows, if you know, please let me know, then two of us will know. I'll bet the real writers, who are now working as pool boys never have known and so they went on strike to cover up their not knowing.

So my question is, why did I watch a movie that frightened me the first time? Shouldn't I know better? Shouldn't I choose good over evil? Don't write me saying it was a good movie, and it was well done, and it had charm--snort--or a good plot or blah, blah, blah. It creeps me out, plain and simple. I shouldn't watch such things but the fact is they fascinate me. I loose points on tonight's decision. Why don't I learn? I don't even watch the news because it makes me have an awful feeling inside so I should have known better.

Tomorrow I will do better. I will sing and dance and stick my fingers in my ears like Frank, the Frilled-Neck Lizard on RESCUER’S DOWN UNDER. He sang "Waltzing Matilda" because he didn't want to know he was going to be made into a lovely lady's purse.

I can do that.