Defective Compositions - No, My Hair is Red, Not Blond

Mar. 13, 2008 - No, My Hair is Red, Not Blond

*Note*

This post was not written to hurt any one's feelings, and I have nothing against people with blond hair. You will find out why in the post below. Also, some of my very, very good friends are blond, and I love them dearly.

Though my hair is red, deep down inside, I think I am blond. Before I was born, my Mother prayed that I would have red hair, so God gave a red-headed baby, with the personality of a blond.

I could regale you with tales of how the blond in me shows. I think I will only share three.

I have a friend who lives in a very nice house. She only has one brother, and no sisters, therefore, it is very easy for them to keep their house clean. Well, they have a screen door that is a solid pane of glass from the ground up to the top of the door frame. Twice when I have gone there, I have run into that silly door. The same house, the same door. You would have thought that I would have learned a lesson! Nope. I ran into the same glass door, twice.

The second example happened a while back. We were in the Fred Meyer parking lot, and I saw a license plate frame that confused me. I ran up to Mommy and asked her about it. "Mommy, is that license plate frame supposed to mean something?" I thought it was supposed to be some rude comment or something. It said, "My boss is a Jewish Carpenter". Mommy looked at me as if I had lost my mind. "Ah, Eyebright?" Then it dawned on me. Oh, I felt so stupid!

The third example makes me blush with shame every single time I think of it, or it is alluded to. Last summer, my family was able to have dinner with the Suarezs, and we had a really great time. My younger brother, Kekoa, loves to boast of my sisters, and my own, things. Apparently his aren't good enough to boast about. Well, he started talking about my pink mp3 player. Naturally, Paulie wanted to know about it, and asked me what size it was.

I held up my hands confidently. "Oh, about this long, and this wide." I am very fond of my mp3 player, and said it rather proudly. Paulie said, "No, I meant how many GB's is it?"

I probably blushed then, too. How embarrassing! Of course he meant gigabytes!

As if that wasn't bad enough, after the dinner, and the Suarezs were on their way again, as we were, Kekoa remembered it, and looked at me slyly and said, "So, Eyebright, what size is your mp3 player?" I was taken in like a fool. I confusedly answered, "Well, about yea long, and so wide." Everyone laughed uproariously, as again, my face burned with embarrassment. I had been duped.

Not again, however! Try as they might, my brother and sister can't get me to tell them the size of my mp3 player. Ha, ha!

What I said in the note at the top was true, I have nothing against blonds, I just wish I wasn't one!

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Mar. 13, 2008 - Untitled Comment

Posted by BelovedPeace

Hello Eyebright! :-)
Hehe! Yeah, I've done a lot of "blond" type of stuff too! :-P
I still don't get the Jewish carpenter one... :-P Hehehe!
One time my and my dad were driving by a brick wall, and he said, "How many bricks are in a stone wall?" And I was like, "Oh, probably a lot!" Hehehe! :-P
Well, have a great day!!
In Christ,
Amy :O)