Saturday, April 18, 2009

I Tried, Honest, I Tried


IsThatHonestAbe, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

Did you ever have one of those days when it just feels like the entire known universe is conspiring against you? Last Sunday, Easter Sunday, was one of those days for me.

Sure, it started out all well and good. It was Easter, I had plans to eat a nice, quiet dinner with the family, maybe get a jump on my taxes (those would be the very same taxes I've now since forgotten to do. Gulp.) The TiVo was even cooperating, well, as best it could, seeing as there was an NCIS and a Top Gear marathon on and, well, everybody knows that blood, guts, autopsies, and fast cars are all highly symbolic of Easter Sunday, right? (Nevermind, don't answer that.)

I even had plans to blog. I was going to write this very funny rendition (well, funny to me) of the Lord's Prayer, done up in true Top Gear style ("Our Stiggie, who art in Heaven, Unknown be thy Name.") Yes, I was. I was going to write a (somewhat blasphemous) blog post ("Thy lap time come, Thy will be done, as fast as the Gods of racing.") So, I sat down at the little "Compose your blog entry" familiar white box, and that's when all hell broke loose ("Give us this day our daily brake horsepower and forgive us our cheap car challenges.") In a strange twist of fate, my blog post got eaten by the ethers of the Internet ("As we forgive those who overtake us in the corners.") I somehow accidentally hit the little X button up at the top of the browser tab, before I managed to hit the big, blue, "POST ENTRY" button down at the bottom. ("And lead us not in Lamborginis, But deliver us from diesel.") Oh the horror! My gloriously funny (well, ok, it wasn't exactly glorious. Or, you know, come to think of it, all that funny either) blog post had gotten eaten by the Internet. ("For thine is the kingdom and the POWER and the glory of the supercar")

Now, as much as I hate it when that happens, I started to think that maybe it was all for the better. I mean, I would not want to post something so blasphemous that I would wind up burning in hell for all eternity, especially not on Easter Sunday, the holiest of holy days on the Christian calendar. Still, what's a girl to do? I mean, I so wanted to post something about the irony of an NCIS marathon being aired on Easter. Talk about your for ever and ever Amen's, right?

So, it goes without saying really but, if you are one of those easily offended folks, you should be happy I did not post last Sunday. And, for the rest of you, the non "holier than thou" types, I will one day try to remember (and post!) my silly, but blasphemous, Lord's Prayer, just for you.

And that's the God's honest truth.

Until next Amen....

2 comments:

mythopolis said...

I will bow before my Deliverer, my truck. and pray, "Our Oil, which art mostly in other lands, Havoline be one of thy affordable names., thy Oilyness come, as in my truck, so the next guys too. Give us each day our daily oil...and forgive us our infrequent lube checks, as we forgive all those other guys that can't afford their lube checks either. Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from the evil sources of alternative energy. Amen." : )

Carol said...

Such blasphemy, I love it! It's way better than riding a bicycle, don't you think?