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I’m Still Alive!

A couple of days ago I was listening to the radio and just as I pushed the button to switch to another station, I happened to hear the guy on the air say something about “voodoo.” Just some obscure reference to something innocuous like “voodoo economics” or whatever. As I turned the station, the person speaking on the next station said- “It was just like voodoo!”

Well, when was the last time you’ve heard two people say “voodoo” in unrelated conversations at practically the same time? Hmmm…a little odd.

Around that same time, Darrell and I went out to eat. Three times during our meal, I put my knife on the edge of plate when it was not in use. Three times, it CLATTERED off my plate, seemingly without even being touched. A few minutes later as we finished our meals, the waitress came to pick up our plates and silver- ware. She stacked everything neatly and walked away. As she got a couple of tables away from us, I heard a loud CLATTER…and sure enough, my knife had fallen off my plate again. What are the chances of that?

Yet another crazy thing: I’m waiting to turn out onto the main road. A commercial on the radio was announcing a phone number. I happened to look at the license plate on the car in front of me and it had the same 4 numbers in sequence as the phone number announced on the commercial. Kinda spooky, huh?

Well, all that said, today was a very happy day in our family! Amanda found out she is carrying a baby BOY! Darrell had already said that as much as we love and adore our two little princesses, it would be really nice to have a pirate– and Amanda and Les complied. Then, I began to think about an obscure word being used almost simultaneously on two different radio stations, a clattering knife and some random numbers. For some reason it made me think of Amanda’s two children and my two children. Let’s think about this, shall we?

My first child, that would be Amanda, was obedient, quiet, eager to please, loved to read, even-keel in her emotions, could play independently and never, ever gave us a minute of trouble. I used to feel sorry for parents who couldn’t manage their own children. “What is wrong with those parents?” I used to wonder.

Amanda has that same basic child in her first born. Every adjective I used to describe Amanda can absolutely be used to describe our cutie-pie, Lydia.

My second child, however, was a delightful blend of fun, non-stop movement, lots of noise, mischievous, didn’t think obedience was all it was rumored to be, crazy funny boy, boy, boy. We even got him a t-shirt when he was 2 (I don’t recommend this to parents) that said: “Master of Disaster!

So, I guess what I am wondering after observing unrelated incidences with words, knives and numbers improbably in synch; if Amanda and I could happen to be in synch with our easy-going girls and her soon to be born baby boy…Could it be???

I can’t wait to find out. Hang on to your hats, ‘cuz we’re gonna have fun!!  


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