It’s called Paramnesia and, according to dictionary.com, it’s a distortion of memory where fantasy and objective experience are confused. You may have experienced it as Déjà vu, meaning “already seen.” It's that eerie feeling that something you are going through has happened in the past. The sensation is usually fleeting, and you can’t quite put your finger on the details, but it can be a bit disconcerting.
I believe that our Universe was intelligently designed. Isn't it wonderful, though, that God has left so much for us to discover on our own? Here are just 3 of the many mysteries of life I'd love to have answered:
We're not the Addams Family, but sometimes I think that if we just had a live in Uncle named Fester, we'd be close.
Our yard is surrounded on 3 sides by fence which conceals 3 of our neighbors' backyards. Imagine yourself on the other side of our fence and you hear the following dialogue.
Alex: Can we look at them? Mom: Look with your eyes. Alex: Mom! Chris is picking one up! He's holding one! Mom: Chris, put that down! We don't touch dead animals in the wild!
My husband, Chuck, has been a continual source of inspiration as well as side-splitting humor. That is what I love most about him.
The other night we had just turned out the lights after staying up too late watching TV so I rolled over onto my side facing away from him. I lifted my arm to grab and pull some of the covers over me and inadvertently smacked him in the eye with my elbow. I didn’t even feel the impact, but was surprised instead by the Bart Simpson “ohp” from behind me.
“What happened?” I asked. “You just smacked me in the eye with your elbow!” He exclaimed. “What on earth was your face doing down by my butt!?” I was a little irritated. I mean, really, I thought his head was on his own pillow. “I guess looking for love in all the wrong places!” He quipped back without missing a beat.
My husband, Chuck, has been a continual source of inspiration as well as side-splitting humor. That is what I love most about him.
The other night we had just turned out the lights after staying up too late watching TV so I rolled over onto my side facing away from him. I lifted my arm to grab and pull some of the covers over me and inadvertently smacked him in the eye with my elbow. I didn’t even feel the impact, but was surprised instead by the Bart Simpson “ohp” from behind me.
“What happened?” I asked. “You just smacked me in the eye with your elbow!” He exclaimed. “What on earth was your face doing down by my butt!?” I was a little irritated. I mean, really, I thought his head was on his own pillow. “I guess looking for love in all the wrong places!” He quipped back without missing a beat.
Now, you see why I love him?
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