Wednesday, November 02, 2005

And all the World Wore White

Loaded in the Jeep, the family and I were heading out for a quick supper and trip to Wal-Mart this evening. It was a typical exciting night out in the “big town.”

Now one must keep in mind before asking what we had to eat that I have been working hard on the treadmill and stationary bike, trying to shed a few pounds. I’m not excessively overweight, but would love to drop about 20 lbs. I like to tell people that if I lost 20 pounds, I could be playing free safety somewhere in the NFL (6-3, 200). Of course, with my latest comments on my feelings about the state of football in our fair country, I think I’ll sit safely behind my desk and pound away on the keyboard.

Anyway, I am having little success in the weight loss department. Although I have been exercising, something tells me that eating pizza for the last three days tends to counteract the weight-loss activities.

Tonight was no different … A nice pizza buffet and off to the store. Of course, I ate spinach alfredo pizza, and drank diet Dr. Pepper, so that has to count for something.

We were headed to the store to stock up on snacks and junk for our weekend trip. Our Sunday school class, made up of kids who have been married for less than a year, along with us (the old fogies) and another couple just a few years younger than us, is taking its yearly weekend excursion to the mountains of New Mexico. Each fall, our class heads to Glorietta New Mexico for a weekend of sin and debauchery. We drink, smoke, dance and basically thumb our noses at the rules of the Baptist encampment where we stay.

OK. There is not drinking or smoking, but occasionally we have been known to cut a rug well after midnight which is woefully against the rules. And there are of course the stories of the cabin across the road that each year become increasingly unbelievable.

Anyway, after stocking up on junk that isn’t good for us … ie, there goes the already non-existent diet that I haven’t been following anyway … we piled back in the Jeep for the ride home. This is when my 5-year-old teenager began to dominate the conversation.

She has recently started making up her own songs. This is a trait she undoubtedly inherited from her dear old dad who is famous for his rendition of “Don’t Smell My Fart,” a parody of the classic Billy Ray Cyrus (back when mullets were cool) song. And that Irish women’s group’s song “Breathless,” which I changed to … Oh well, you get the idea.

My child, however, is on a much more ethereal plane when it comes to her compositions. I must admit it was quite cute as she made up songs about creation, encompassing all the colors of the rainbow and then some.

All you Biblical scholars out there might find it interesting to know the world was completely white until Jesus created the colors. And just to set the creation story straight, Jesus created the colors before, creating mankind.

8 comments:

Patti said...

How sweet. You brought back memories of when my girl was 5, she's 20 now, and a junior at Brandeis University. Have fun this weekend!

mommyfranklin said...

Sounds like quite a song! Can we expect a repeat performance on the roadtrip?

SpookyRach said...

I am way jealous of your New Mexico trip. Way jealous.

Our class went to the corn maze! So there!

Jackson said...

I do believe the wee one has picked up the talent of making up songs not from her dear dad, but rather from your Uncle Jackson and is famous for making up a song about basically everyone he has ever met. I believe the latest song for Jonboy came to me while viewing an episode of the Beverly Hillbillies. Instead of the "Pearl Pearl Pearl, your such a lovely girl" mine goes, "Jon Jon Jon, your breath smells like a pond, a dirty creek, smelly feet, and 3 day "draws""

SplineGuy said...

Did you if mix Diet Dr. Pepper and Diet Coke, it tastes just like Cream Soda?

jonboy said...

If I wanted creme soda, I'd drink creme soda!!!!!!!

Lace Wells said...

But they have great spinach alfredo pizza.....and by the way...she got her singing from her wonderful Mama...just ask Mimi and Papa...and there are a few tapes out there to prove my singing ability at 5....

little david said...

I have to write a note, not because I have anything to say, but because the WV is "oonka"! Finally, a Word Verification that is pronounceable.