Random Things

I am reading a book about Anne Boleyn, not a novel, but an actual like history book, one that is trying to give facts. It is really starting to get boring though, because it pretty much says, "Scholars think this, and that about Anne. Caution must be observed when believing this and that about Anne, because extant evidence tells us this and that, and this and that, so we can probably surmise this and that." (This is repeated paragraph after paragraph) Basically the author is saying; that people try to describe what Anne looked like in great detail, but since they didn't have Kodak in the 1500s, we don't really know for sure what she looked like. People try to describe what kind of personality she was, but since there aren't that many people that are still alive today, that may have known her in the 1500s, we don't really know for sure what kind of person she was. Some people think that the people who accused her were lying and some people think she was lying, but since they didn't have lie detector tests in the 15oos, we really don't know who was telling the truth about what. Why can't he just get to the point, tell only the facts he does know, you know the ones we can learn from "extant evidence" (I am getting really sick of reading the words "extant evidence"!) and then I could get done reading this boring book?? When I told Jerrid and Diane this they wondered why I am bothering to read it. I just want to learn as much of the truth about history as I can, but the 1500s was a long time ago, so apparently where Anne Boleyn is concerned, I am not going to learn a lot.



I have managed to learn something from this book already though. I don't care how much the author tries to defend King Henry VIII, saying that he was only driven by personal religious conviction when he divorced or cut his wive's heads off. I know for sure the guy was just a self-righteous jerk, who blamed his inability to give birth to a son on his wives and mistresses. I mean biology and Science have now taught us that it is the man who gives the X or Y chromosome. So no matter how many wives or concubines he blamed on his problems, deep down it was the mans fault. Typical.



I can't believe how anxious I am for Bekah to have her baby! It is so cool that my little, baby sister is going to have a baby. I look at her and still think of her standing in her playpen and me trying to teach her to talk. Mom told me that babies learned to talk by people talking to them. So I would just choose a random words and then sit next to her playpen and say the word over and over and over, until she learned to say it. Her first word was hi, second hat. Like I said, random words.



I also remember when Tracy came to babysit one time and she was putting Bekah to bed. I think Bekah must have been about 6 months old. I quietly snuck in behind Tracy and I remember watching Tracy laying Bekah down in her crib, and then giving Bekah a bottle. Then Tracy whispered, "Good Night, Bekah". So, I just said in a quiet voice, "Good Night". Then Tracy screamed bloody murder, thinking Bekah was talking back to her.



I also remember when Bekah was about 6 weeks old, Mom brought her to my school and showed her to the other kids in my class. All the kids wanted to hold her, and so Mom told them they could. They all stood in a line and Mom went down the line, and they "held" her. Mom never took her hands off Bekah, but me being the 1st grader, big sister, protector that I was, I was SUPER angry at Mom for letting all those kids hold her. I was sure that they would drop her or get her dirty or something. She was just so cute, it would have been horrible if they got her dirty. (I remember thinking that).



I remember one Halloween when we lived in Illinois. They were having some kind of Halloween/Costume party at the library in town, so Peggy and I dressed Bekah up like a clown. I don't remember what clothes we put her in. But I do remember the costume involving very, very large amounts of odd colors of makeup being slathered all over Bekah's face. Her hair being pulled up in rubber band until it stuck straight up on the top of her head. And some orange hair spray being sprayed on said ponytail. Later I remember Peggy's sister, Jennifer, saying that she felt sorry for the poor kid when she saw her.



I remember for many years, I was excited when school got out and I could just go home and play with my baby sister. That didn't last though because after awhile, I got older, she got older, and then she just seemed annoying. (And I was likely a brat.)