Olga and The Cockroach

Hello everyone. I have not written on this in a long time and not alot has happened. I started school and thats been fun and interesting. Don't get me started on it though. I guess I have two things kind of funny I want to blog about. First is about the name Olga. This lady came in to my work the other day and said her name was Olga. Now she was a nice lady and I am in no way, shape or form dissing her at all. But my question is, what the heck kind of name is Olga? It is such an ugly name. When I hear it, it sounds like a grunt an animal makes during mating season. What person ever thought that name was nice sounding? I don't know, I just had to write about it. I hope no one who reads this is named Olga or has a relative named Olga.

The other thing I wanted to talk about was the cockroach. The other night, I fell asleep on the couch to Seinfeld. I woke up around 12:30 and got ready for bed. I knelt down for a quick prayer and then pulled myself in to bed. After about 5 minutes of drifting off, I hear this scratching sound. I thought it was my dog upstairs locked in a bedroom. I gradually woke up and realized it was not my dog, but something in my room. So i turned the light on and looked to the ground to see a cockroach about an inch 1/2 long and an inch fat. He was huge! So i quickly grabbed my shoe and hit him in which he ran in to my closet. So i was like, crap, so much for going to sleep. So I waited for it to come out. It did and so I grabbed a can of wheat that was sitting in my room (I dont know why it was there, it just was). So i tried to hit it with that. I did, multiple times, to which it basically shook off the beating and ran behind my night stand. So i wiggle and jiggle it till it comes back out and start hitting it again to which it again shook it off and ran under my bed. So I grabbed a hanger and started hitting under my bed, hoping it would come out. It didnt. So I stopped and patiently waited for it to come back out. It did, and so i started smacking it with my very thick hanger. Still didnt die and went back under the bed. Now, I have never seen a cockroach be able to do what that did. With all the beatings I gave him, it could still run a marathon. After about 15 minutes of doing this, I finally got him to a corner where I finally did damage and tried to smash him in to my carpet. He still didnt die, so I tried harder and harder until he finally gave up. It took me 20 minutes to kill a little stupid cockroach. As I look back to when I prayed, I told Heavenly Father that I was thankful for all my stuff and was really tired and wanted to go to bed, so I would talk to Him later. So I think this was His way of humoring himself. I did not want to go back to bed in my room and was not able to sleep the rest of the night. The moral of the story is, if your tired, don't give that as an excuse to having a heartfelt prayer with Heavenly Father, or He will send a little annoyance to you to get you back on your knees. 

The other thing I learned is that the saying that a cockroach could live thru a nuclear war is true. Those stupid things NEVER DIE!!!!!