Hello my fine chaps and chaplettes! I have decided to give you, once again, from the depths of my brain, quizzling ruminations that I find amusing. I intend to write a few thoughts here every Sunday evening, which for my fellows across the diameter, would be your Monday morning. I do hope you enjoy them, and, if nothing else, get a chuckle out of these little vignettes into my labyrinthian neural pathways.

Segment 1: Word of the week. (I will give you a word each week. Use it – or don’t. Look up it’s pronunciation, or live on the edge. It’s your life not mine.)

The word of the week is: svelte – (of a person) slender and elegant. (E. G., the ginger girl was indeed svelte, but anyone who would assume her poise indicated a spirit of meekness was in for a rude awakening.)

Segment 2: A Smatter of Drivel
(This is basically where a ramble for a bit.)

According to Christianity/Hebrew writings, there have been several normal, non-Jesus people who have been raised from death. Lazarus, Jairus’ daughter, Tabitha, and that corpse who got thrown onto Elisha’s bones are just a few examples. Because these people weren’t Jesus, they eventually had to die a second time. Sad.
But here’s where it gets interesting. The Bible also speaks of a “second death” in Revelation 20, when all the people who didn’t follow God and didn’t turn from worldly idols get judged accordingly, and get thrown into Hell. (Just lovely, I know. Maybe consider picking up that dusty Bible you got from your Grammie, just in case. I personally recommend the book of Matthew. Good read.)
Anyway, my point is: if any of those people who already died twice in their lives didn’t put their faith in God, does that mean it’s possible to die three times? Food for thought.
(Also, it might be possible, according the recounts, that there have been people who will never have died. Elijah and Enoch both got taken up into heaven before their deaths. Interesting.)

Ok, so kangaroos. Let’s talk about ’em.
Kangaroos are the largest marsupials, and they live in a land down under where women glow and men plunder and all that. They are fascinating creatures in many respects, but what I’m about to tell you will LITERALLY blow your mind away. Literally.
The reproductive system of the kangaroo is unique and full of drama. Listen well.
The female kangaroo (we shall call her Kelly), after a grand old time during mating season, is now pregnant. This is not very shocking to her, as kangaroos like her are nearly always pregnant. This is because Kelly, like several other marsupials, undergoes the process of embryonic diapause. This means that, because Kelly has TWO uteruses and only one exit route for her babies, her body has the incredible ability to put one of the embryos in her body ON PAUSE. It can just stay there, half a millimeter wide, in her second embryo until her first one is born, in which case her body automatically resumes embryonic growth! How crazy is that???
But that’s not all! After an insanely short period of 28 days, embryo 1 (let’s call him Kevin), just the size of a jellybean, makes his way out of Kelly’s innards and crawls – aided only by a trail of spit made by his mother – to a nipple inside Kelly’s pouch. Let me put this in perspective – Kelly is a kangaroo. Kangaroos jump. Kevin is the size of a jellybean, and can’t even see. N’thit’s sum haad yakka.
(Note: If Kevin hypothetically fails to make it to a nipple (don’t worry, folks, he made it alright), Kelly’s body will tell, and will AUTOMATICALLY resume the growth of embryo 2!!!!)
Kevin will continue to grow in Kelly’s pouch for six to nine months, but even after he’s able to leave, he will often hop back in for some snuggle time. Aww.
Anyway, I love this world, which is so intricate, so genius, and so wonderful.

Segment 3: Fin (the end)
And thus I say adieu:
Adieu.