When I started my journal I thought receiving comments from people would prove interesting, and it has. But, I think one of the greatest rewards is what I am learning from reading other peoples journals.
Early on, I read an entry by a very talented woman, who often pens with tongue in cheek. So when I read it, I wasnt sure if I should take it seriously, or not. She wrote of her family heirlooms and how her mother was distraught to only have two of a particular item when she had three children and how in the world would she decide to whom to leave these items.
As I read on, I was blown away that the heirlooms she spoke of were hairballs!! Yup, you read it right. Hairballs! But, not just your run of the mill kind hacked up daily by your feline, but a cows hairball. I was going to
I looked high and low. I even ventured to turn over a cow patty or two. But, not one hairball did I find. My stepfather has had cattle all his life. So, I thought maybe I should ask him where I could find one of these prized possessions. He looked at me like I had lost my mind. A hairball! Ive never heard of such a thing!
Time goes by and I forget about my search for the elusive hairball. Then one day, I am home, sick with the flu. Im watching a program and to my amazement they have a guest on that is a curator of a museum. She has in her possession, a trichobezoar. A tricha who? A trichobezoar, a cows hairball. It looks like a small ball used to play Candlestick Bowling. Its dark brown and about the size of a softball. It has a glossy brown smooth outer layer and the center is a mass of tightly compacted hair.
I decided to look up the museum online and found all kinds of other sights that mentioned hairballs. Apparently, there has been quite a controversy brewing over who actually possesses the worlds largest hairball. Theres a guy in
So, RBUSH is not hairball after all and I have finally located where her mother can get another one to add to the family treasure chest. Its in