I have 2 Jeannie bottles. You know? The old whiskey bottles from the 60's they used for the show.
I couldn't find a pic of my bottles and it's too late to go sneaking around the house trying to take a pic of them.
I tried to talk Bug, my daughter, into dressing up as Jeannie almost every single year for Halloween and succeeded three times (although I could only find pics of 2) and the last time I talked her best friend Sammi into it as well!
|Doesn't she seem so happy about her costume?|
|They are appropriately costumed as "nice" Jeannie and Evil Jeannie|
In the show Jeannie had a dog that wasn't on very often. He was some sort of Yorkie-mix and his name was Djin-Djin. Because of this I wanted a Yorkie so badly that I grew up (well, I got older) and found one through a friend 6 years ago. Her name? Gin-Gin. Different spelling, same pronunciation. I LOVED Gin-Gin so much that...well, let me try to shorten this part of the story a bit by showing the whole family of three. Major Nelson, Jeannie and Gin-Gin (Sookie is just visiting).
|Major Nelson, Jeannie, visitor Sookie, Gin-Gin|
If some of you are not very familiar with the show I forgive you. If you've never heard of it I want you to leave my blog and never come back.
Ok, this brings me to my childhood prayers. My Aunt Linda took me to church. I didn't know much about all that weird stuff happening in church, but I DID hear the Pastor say that if you prayed, God would grant your wishes. Ok, I know NOW that wasn't exactly the way he put it but after reading about my Jeannie obsession you can understand why that's exactly what I heard. I remember asking my Aunt Linda after church if God gave us what we asked for and she said, "Most definitely!", so Yippppeeeee!!!! tomorrow I was going to wake up and be a genie!
I prayed that night. I squeezed my eyes shut and said, "God, tomorrow when I wake up I wanna be a genie." When I woke up the next morning I immediately started trying to BLINK some things around in my room.
What? How could this be?
I continued to pray that prayer for some time afterward and I was NEVER a genie when I woke up! So I asked my Aunt Linda again why God didn't always give us the stuff we prayed for. I can't remember her exact words (she had no idea I was trying to become a genie) but I'm sure she told me all about God's will and about when we ask for certain things we aren't always ready for them and something else about prayers not being selfish. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Ok, I got this.
"Dear God, I really want to be a genie. If you make me a genie I promise never to use my powers for evil and I will always help people. I'm SURE I'm old enough to handle genie powers and I've thought about this a LOT so please let me be a genie when I wake up. Amen"
That didn't do the trick either. I prayed that very prayer so many times that it's burned into my brain. I wanted so badly to be a genie! I thought about it all the time. I wanted to help people so why wasn't God just granting my wish? Ugh!!!
It wasn't until very recently that I realized just how wise God is. You see? God knows that's not something I could handle in the least. Not even a little, tiny bit.
Because if I were a genie:
I would have my own lane on the highway and I wouldn't have to share with anyone!
I would have a Hobby Lobby in my garage.
Child molesters would have blue skin and no penises.
Churches would all burn down.
My brothers would both have a third eye and be covered in warts or feathers or both.
Women probably wouldn't be allowed to drive.
My mom would've been even MORE lenient (and for those of you who know me I'm sure you're trying to imagine me without the small amount of discipline I DID have)
My sister Tiff would've been in a constant state of Asthma attack...or mute.
Guys in my high school would've had periods.
Cigarettes would be illegal. Gross!
My poor ex-husband would be living as a woman.
My neighbors house would've been lifted right out of the ground by a tornado and sent to Oz (without the shoes).
Clowns would all burst into flame.
I'd be the Queen of America...by America I mean Texas because who really cares about all those other states anyway?
Men would not be able to grow mullets.
Those stupid Sister Wives would have to say what they REALLY think about each other on TV. (in all fairness I've never seen the show, I just have an uncanny ability to immediately recognize freaks)
The girl who goes to school with my daughter and is mean to her would weigh 622 pounds.
White stuff such as sour cream, cream cheese, mayo, dressing, and chip dip would all be on the black market like moonshine once was.
There would be several people struck by lightning every day. Cashiers, postmen, idiots who can't park between the yellow lines, teachers, doctors, waitresses, EVERYONE IN HOLLYWOOD...
...so, do you see? Do you see why God didn't turn me into a genie? You'd all be dead, that's why. So if I were you I'd say a little thank you prayer tonight. Maybe something like this, "Hey God (or Universe for all my freak, weirdo non-believing friends who are still in denial despite having found themselves alive even after reading this post), thanks for crushing all of Candy's childhood dreams so that I may live another day to cut her off in traffic or go through the 10 items or less line with 16 items. Amen"