Thursday, February 5, 2009

Hit me a slick spot, Granny.

The title comes from our trip to see Jesus rise from the dead. Ok, that is not really a vacation spot, but I bet ya didn't think of Eureka Springs,Arkansas as a destination either. I mean, let's face it. Most people where I live think of the sands of Maui, or Machu Picchu as their destination for vacation. No one thinks of The Bible Museum in Arkansas. Or the home of the Ozark Passion Play.
Yes, when you see the Ozark passion play the tickets state "In case of Rain, Money will be refunded if rainfall is before the Last Supper"... and the rain panchos look like white sheets.
Well, while walking to the seats, a kids slipped and fell. He looked up and said "I hit me a slick spot, Granny".
That is the way I feel.
I am going into a doctors check up with an extremely thorough young doctor who is gonna make sure I stay on this planet. I just fear that I am gonna end up with a million pills and stuff. I know I am overweight and close to diabetes...yay, David!!!!
I am sitiing in my classroom listening to hollaback girl(yay shuffle) and I am looking at the cutest picture of myself as a baby. I really am trying to figure out how I turned out fat, itchy and depressed.
The truth is that I am feeling pretty meaningless and pretty sad.
Hit me a slick spot, Granny.

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