SYC SYNDROME

So I think I may have SYC syndrome. That is, Simpson Y-Chromosome syndrome. I think this may be a real problem, not just in the cartoons. Even though I don't have a Y-chromosome (this is the gene that makes you a male), this is the only thing I can think of to explain what feels like a significant drop of intelligence over the last little while.

(For those of you who don't watch the Simpsons, there is an episode that reveals that having the Simpson Y-chromosome pre-destines you to be become dumber as you grow up)

For example, this weekend I went to visit my Bible College friends. We were supposed to stay at Sarah's trailer. She wasn't going to be home until later so we were to let ourselves in. When we got there we couldn't get into the door. It was unlocked, we just couldn't push it all the way open. We tried but just before it was totally open we heard a big crack. We didn't want to force it incase we wrecked something. So I suggested that they probably had a chain on the door, and the sound we heard might be it rippping of the wall. You know, like the ones in the hotel. It seemed like a valid explaination to me. It wasn't until a few hours later, while watching a movie at another friends house, that I realized how stupid I had been. They couldn't have a chain on the door because you can only lock the chain from the inside. She couldn't have locked it that way as she left the house.
So I really wasn't firing on all cylinders that day. What's worse is that my friend Annemarie knew it was stupid and didn't even tell me. Thanks alot Annie! I just hope that I don't find myself one day standing in a big circle with my friends and relatives taking turns putting pots on our heads and head butting each other.

Other than that it was a really good weekend. I watched CARS twice. I love that movie, especially Mater.
I also saw a friend of mine who I used to have lunch with all the time when I was there. He is the nicest old man. He lost his wife several years ago, and then got remarried and moved away last year. I heard from someone that it was not a good thing and that he had moved back. He told me a bit about how the marriage fell apart. Talking to him again was nice because he really had a big impact on me the two years I was there. It was also really hard because he seemed really sad. He wasn't his cheerful self, he seemed burdened, almost defeated. I didn't know what to do. Except pray for him. Please if you think of it pray for him too.

This morning I had to go to the dentist. I hate the dentist. The hygienists are all smiles and talking nice to you while they stab you with sharp pointy objects. Then the dentist talks to me like I am a three year old. Then to further the torture they let you pick from all different flavours of toothpolish. Mint, bubble gum, cookie dough, banana split, etc. Next the fluoride, also in all kinds of yummy flavours. Then after you have sat there with the tasty flouride teasing you for a minute they tell you you can't eat anything. But now I want a banana split!
Oh well, 8am is not really the time of day to crack open a bucket of ice cream.