***Oh, man, The Mystery Hour is tonight! Bring the kids, or get a sitter, or have kids, or find some, or remember your childhood. Just get to the show! 10:15 tonight!
I think we’ve got a lot of good stuff planned tonight. I don’t always think that. I’m not always right. So, we’ll have to find out together. I did, however, put on a layer of fake tan. So if you see me tonight and think that I have a healthy glow about me, that’s why. Or I’m pregnant.
For the last prompt I asked: What is the subject of your latest dream?
I’m going to use Allan’s answer:
Since you have passed the 1,000 mark I felt like I should induct you into the ranks of websites that include people contributing nothing more than a statement that they are the first to comment.
Also, I don’t remember my dreams so I don’t really have anything to say.
I often don’t have anything to say. So far I’ve been keeping up with this blog though. I’ve been figuring out things to say. When I was a kid I was pretty quiet. It’s not really that I was shy, I just didn’t have much to say. I probably got it from my dad, who has a shy streak in him. My mom, on the other hand can talk like a kid who accidentally took Pixie Sticks instead of the normal Ritalin.
Never was my more quiet side more apparent than in Sunday School. I dreaded going to it. We were always always late. I would have to show up in my khaki pants, hand me down polo shirt, a brown loafers. I might as well have been wearing a tuxedo made out of fiberglass. The other kids in my Sunday School class were all from different parts of town and none of them went to my school. They always seemed to know each other. In eighth grade there was Thomas, who was tall and thin and could sit “Indian style” crossed legged very easily. There was Nate, who had red hair and liked to snicker. There was Beth, who was just quiet, but like she was planning something. I think they would go to church functions together, whereas I only went to Sunday School.
I imagine if they were describing me they would say he’s the small kid with adult sized ears. It looks like someone is holding his puppies for ransom and making him go to Sunday School. I don’t think those are his clothes. He does have a cool leather braided belt though.
In October of my eighth grade year we were all in a circle going around and one person would read a Bible verse aloud, then the teachers would help us discuss them and the next person would read. I don’t remember my teacher’s names that year, but I do remember that it was a couple. The thin man seemed sweet, like he wanted to make a difference one hour a week. his wife was heavy set and nice, maybe a little shy in her own right. They got to my turn to read and they skipped me.
Nate, in the red hair said, “Wait, what about Jeff?”
Thin man said, “Oh, that’s okay.”
I was so awkward that they thought it best to skip over me when reading the word of the Lord. That is even more awkward than I thought I was. I think they thought something was wrong with me, or that I was illiterate.
Things I would have liked to say in Sunday School class:
“Why do all church basements smell the same?”
“Apparently, Jesus loves weird silence.”
“Maybe I should get braces now, so I don’t have them when I’m thirty.”
“May I have a bagel?”
“What’s the deal with that new show Seinfeld? I bet it will last!”
“Every movie I’ve seen up to this point in my life will be remade in 15-20 years. How weird will that be?”
“I will grow up to be “normal” adult. I swear. Can I have a bagel?”
Next prompt: What is the last thing that you sold?