It’s a bee-yoo-tee-ful Sunday here in Bagwine, Ohio.
Okay, I do have to work all day, but still, it’s kinda nice here.
I have a hodgepodigcal (Oh fuck you, it's a word now, bitches!!) blessing for you all today…a veritable Messianic basket full of good will stories and polemics.
First of all, today I am going to start a Seven part Sunday Series on the Seven Deadly Sins. Today’s topic, PRIDE. Or in this case, the word, vanity better applies…
Now, for those of you who know Schmoop, you know that we have lived together in
Ya, think ya know a person, but the other day she shocked me. She demonstrated an ugly piece of pride that was just…well…blasphemous.
The other day, I commented on some chick’s blog, who was complaining because she is 5’2 140 pounds, and feeling fat.
I mentioned in my comment, that Schmoop is 5’6 130 pounds, and oddly enough, SHE thinks she is fat.
When I told Schmoop of my comment, she quickly and maniacally, I might add, said, “Hey, Mr. Funny Man, I am 5’7 and weigh 127 pounds.”
(I’ll concede 127 pounds for I have seen her naked, but 5’7?..uh-huh.)
Ha. She has never been one to feel the pressure of societal thinking over looks, and stuff like that, but man, she was somewhat ticked at me over this.
I guess, when I think about it, we all have some things that we wish we could change as far as appearance. And, we like those things about ourselves that we think our pretty hot, and we cling to those traits like grim death.
So be it…I dunno. I was just taken aback by her reaction. I guess it just (in my Ohio vernacular) “learnt” me that no matter how well you know a person, you can always learn more.
It also taught me that, no matter how strong you may think a person is, they still have feelings. Feelings which can obviously, be hurt.
Don’t get me wrong, Schmoop wasn’t hurt by this, but I for one, will more closely think about what I say around those whom I think that I know implicitly.
Amen, and Amen...
I was going to continue on by speaking of evangelic crazy man Kenneth Copeland on behalf of Starr, who would enjoy having sex with him…
However, I want to offer the following on friendship…
I was going to write a flowery poem, but alas, time and my alcohol content got the best of me. I have recently “re-discovered” a friend of mine. We have been friends, off and on for some 28 years now.
Her Birthday is Tuesday, and I just want to say Happy Birthday to Sherri.
Happy Birthday, girl, and where the fuck is my coffee?
Seriously, you for whatever reason (maybe it was the hot, awkward teenage sex)have been, and will always be my buddy.
In honor of Sherri’s Birthday I offer the following Van Morrison song (the video is not mine) for our Sunday Serenade. Enjoy.
Cheers!!
