Okay, if I am right, and not looking at my Christmas calendar, Happy Anniversary to Sarah and Lawrence.

Side Note:  The Christmas calendar I am referring to is that Jamison and Ashton (Sarah and Lawrences’ kids) gave me a calendar for Christmas, which has pictures of them for every month.  In this calendar shows all the B-days and such on them.  What I keep forgetting to do is to take and hang it somewhere so I can see it.  I happen to remember their anniversary, because it being Friday the 13th.

Otherwise, like I wrote before, nothing going on today.

As for my readers, Cousin Margaret, I never said that I was not insane and unreasonable.  But, I do try to control my MUI crazy gene.  It does not come out too often, but it gets away from me from time to time.

Background:  The MUI sisters are my mom, Aunt Grace (mom to cousins Lisa, Kitty, Margaret, Dan and Sam), Aunt Kelly and Aunt Bette.  My brothers and cousins refer to ourselves, or our generation, as The Cousins, and the parents The Elders.  Since us Cousins were kids, we always went to Aunt Kelly’s place for Christmas, a somewhat traditional thing.  Well, one year, I came home from college and found out that we were not going to Aunt Kelly’s.  Well, we Cousins decided to get together anyway, which started a different tradition.

When we were together it was discussed why we were not at Aunt Kelly’s.  Well, as far as I can remember, my mom and one of my aunts, which I cannot recall which one, but I suspect it was Aunt Bette, had a fight and were no talking to each other, thus, if one was at the house, the other refused to be there.  Of course, us Cousins did not totally understand the whys of it, and we were thinking it had to be those Mui genes.  Hence, the beginning of this “joke” among the Cousins.

So, whenever, any one of us does something unreasonable, we joking say that it has to be those Mui genes.  Now, I know some of you out there has be thinking, hey, that’s my family too.  Anyways, that was the start, but definitely not the end of all the “fighting” I hear about the Mui sisters.

Hopefully, the family takes it like me, and laughs about this and no one feels hurt.  If I get a phone call or email from someone, then I will know . . . in a few months, and of course it will not be from one of The Elders.  I do believe The Elders do not read my blog, but who knows. 

If we cannot laugh at our families and ourselves, then who?  Wait, there are friends and those who are just is so easy to make fun of.  Okay, so there are a lot of people to make fun of.  So, right now I am making fun of me and my family.

I know Cousin Dan and I joke about the next generation (his kids) having the Mui gene.  Marla, however, does not always laugh with us about, but understandable.  Sorry, Marla.

Anyways, I digress and forget why I was mentioning this . . .oh yeah, yes, I do have the Mui genes, but I do so hard to keep it locked up, but it gets off his leash once in a while.

About the bug thing, my boss tells me that he saw an electronic fly swatter where it looks like a regular flyswatter, but it has some batteries where when you hit the bug, it will also electrocute them, to be sure that it is dead.  Not a bad idea.  I was actually thinking about the thing with the long tube, where you suck in the bug and at the bottom is a chamber where it kills and stores the bugs.  Well, I was thinking of modifying the tube where halfway down would be the chamber, because if it was down at the handle, that’s too close to where my hand is, don’t forget I do not want to touch the thing, and I either wear rubber gloves, or I have like 6 paper towels together and fold in half. 

Anyway, half way down the tube there would be the chamber and when the bug is in there, then these paddles would close in and crush the bug.  Then I thought instead of the paddles crushing the bug, why not have two “walls” to seal the bug in plastic, kind of like “preserving” the bug, but sealing it in bug killer stuff on the plastic and then being able to toss the “sealed” bug.  What an idea!

Okay, so again, I prove that I can actually write about nothing.