I was thrilled when I saw the latest post from Funny Farmer. She shared with us this fascinating anagram website. At first I couldn't remember what an anagram was, but then I accessed my useless information I learned from movies file in my brain. In National Treasure, Nicolas Cage uses an anagram as the password to get in and steal the Constitution.
Just as this website touts, I typed in my full name to find out what lurks within my name. What hidden message could be contained within the letters of my moniker?
Do you want to know?
Damnation, charmed pain
Well, all righty then. Thank you universe for that lovely uplifting message. And actually it might explain a lot.
Like why the education system has to be so difficult and cause me so much pain and suffering. Like when I went to the high school to see about getting Jared set up in the home bound program and I went to the registration office, only to be sent to the attendance office, but that person wasn't there, so they said go to the registration office. And stop by the nurses office, and the counselors office. And I ran around the high school hamster wheel for about an hour before I gave up and decided to come back when the people who actually know what to do, were there.
Or why last week I was in a minor traffic altercation, when the light turned green and I was trying to organize Jared's paper work for home bound schooling, and so I stepped on the gas while looking down at said papers, but the lady in the car in front of me had put her car in park so she could scratch her foot and did not proceed to drive when the light turned green, so I bumped into her pretty hard. No damage to the cars, just my heart and nervous system. So, no worries.
Or why when I went to the ATM to make a deposit, the machine decided to just eat my envelope without crediting me for the $1300 check, and so I went inside to the bank and waited for an hour whilst they retrieved my check.
And this was just one of my days last week. Sometimes I wonder if it would just be easier to give myself a paper cut and pour lemon juice in it, just to save the universe from some of its trouble.
Then, I could send the universe an email, informing it that I had been tortured and tormented already that day, and it could check me off the list of people needing to be afflicted that day.
Just a thought. But seriously knowing the hidden message in my name explains a lot about my life. Don't ya think?