Absolute Chaos

So, aparrently my dad and Cynthia had a horrible weekend together. They had... let's just say creative differences. My dad's new songs were too happy and up-beat for her, so she refused to sing it. Then, they each had different ideas for how a certain part of the song should go, and decided they would create a vote. Without telling anyone who's was who's they played each of the parts and asked Nick and Traci which was better. Both Nick and Traci agreed that my dad's was better and Cynthia was ticked!

Mother's day came around, and Mor Mor(Sweedish for grandma) went over to my dad's house for the day. I'm not completely sure what happened, but I guess Cyndie somehow messed up with her plane ticket or something and was screaming into the phone at the airport employee. I wasn't there, but I wish I was because apparently, she found out she was wrong and stormed out and yelled at Mor Mor...(wait for it), to which Mor Mor relied, "Find your power Cynthia!"(they are in some kind of cult). Cyndie wanted nothing to do with it, went outside, and screamed bloody murder. She then walked around outside in her pajamas for a couple of minutes(yikes!).

Now, let's get back to the cult thing. My uncle Mark definately needs God. He is one of those people with a ton of money, everything he wants, and is missing something. He tried to find out what this was by joining a cult. In this cult, you pay ahead of time(a very large sum) and the only way to reach fulfilment, is to complete the following course which costs even more money. There is always another step and nobody ever gets this "fulfillment". My uncle Mark has been telling Nick how great it is(he's in like the advanced course now) and Nick, being a youth pastor, has been avoiding, but this time he had no choise and is spending the weekend at this cult. Last night he came home with a long story(he likes to tell those) and it was hilarious. I think i've rambled enough now, so i'll keep it short. Nick showed up to this thing and was basically the class-clown. He mocked everything in his head, and ocassionally, it would come out of his mouth(hahaha). I'll just tell you one of their exercises. So, they had been sitting in these metal chairs for 13 hours now with one 20 minute lunch break, and everyone was hurting. In this exercise, they were told to pinpoint their pain and hurt in their lives and close their eyes. When they opened their eyes, they would be healed(???). Everyone in the room with the exception of a few people said their pain was gone. Basically the way it works is that you already paid before you came, so if you don't participate and buy into this bull, you just wasted a boat-load of money, so eveyone forces their brains into believing it and we have what we call a cult.

So, to those of you have reached this point, I congradulate you! I now allow you to treat yourself to anything in your fridge. You deserve it! ;)