Women Use Their Brains

"Let's get out of this, shall we?
"Yes," agreed Michael.
"I think it's going to get messy before long."
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

In the hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where a family member lay gravely ill.

Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber.
"I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces. "The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It's an experimental procedure, very risky, but it is the only hope. Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the BRAIN."

The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a time, someone asked, "How much will a brain cost?"

The doctor quickly responded, "$5,000 dollars for a male brain; $200 dollars for a female brain."

The moment turned awkward. Some of the men actually had to 'try' to not smile, avoiding eye contact with the women.

A man unable to control his curiosity, finally blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask, "Why is the male brain so much more than a female brain?"

The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire group,
"It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to price the female brains a lot lower because they've been used."

SEND THIS TO A SMART WOMAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH, AND TO ANY MAN WHO YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT!

Twenty-five years ago today:

November 12, 1984
Monday

Veterans Day. There were a lot of free parking spaces at the Fruitvale BART station. I went to work in my jeans and new plain blue and white long-sleeved shirt. I bought them at the Beverly Shopping Center in Los Angeles. I felt a number of guys’ n’ gals checking me out. I did not like the vibes. I guess it is complimentary.

My work day was okay. I told Karyn Kossoff about my new, temporary MACY’s job. I also shared this news with Bobbie during lunch. I ate with Bobbie at the Natoma Café. I ended up having my ‘last’ lunch at one o’clock today. My assigned lunch time will be at noon beginning tomorrow. Boo hoo!

I received “E” time at 3pm today. I went to moms to have dinner with her and pop. We had a good laugh together. I have such good times with them.
“I’m thinking of moving to Los Angeles,” I said to mom and dad.
At first they seemed approving, then they tried to sway my decision to stay.

I really would like to move to Los Angeles but before I make the move I will need to get situated money wise. Jim Koran’s call of last night may have inspired me a bit.
It was especially inspiring when Jim said, “I wish you lived around here.”
That made me feel good inside. And it is words like that (those caring words from friends, lovers and family) that make me (and others) feel wanted. I believe it inspires us to live on and give more.

I ate and napped at mom and dads. Then I watched ‘Entertainment Tonight’ and ‘Wheel of Fortune’ with mom. Mom had the legal holiday off from the post-office.

I returned home to iron my new shirt that I bought while at MACY’s with mom last Saturday.
The phone rang.
“Hi Mike, its Sherri. Do you think you can sit for me while I stepped out for a while? Ashley’s upstairs asleep now.”
It was easy enough for me to walk over there.
“Okay sure.”
My throat feels a bit raspy. I think it‘s the ‘change of weather’ and a combination of my tonsils. If it persists a week from today I will consult a physician. I just need to keep warm. I hope this pouring rain calms down.
Last night Jim said, “It’s seventy eight degrees here in LA.”
I’m envious. I love warmth.

I am getting more and more excited about December 5th. It is my starting date to work at MACY’s. The face-to-face sales experience ought to be rewarding versus sitting at a cubicle, taking hundreds of telephone calls all day.

I am watching a movie called “Victims for Victims: The Theresa Saldana Story”. It’s based on a true story of an actress who is stabbed for no apparent reason by a crazed lunatic. The incident makes me realize that events of violence could happen to anyone without warning. It’s scary. It is something most folks don’t think about. Who would want to think of such morbid thoughts?

Sherri and I had a good laugh about how we have trouble opening our respective garage doors with the automated gadget ‘door opener’. Such is life at the Islandia Townhomes.

Sherri secretly shared with me by saying, “I bought John a Minolta camera for Christmas. “