No matter how many times I stood under the Rainier building, I still marveled at it's construction. Instead of tumbling to the ground it was a constant reminder that I too could defy the odds. There was always a good chance that...
The uniqueness of every circumstance can take us down a dark, devastating, rolling path of destruction, or to the sky-high perimeters of the heavens depending on our perspective and faith. A massive semi loaded with skyscraper-high piles of logs is rolling over the center line, the driver having suffered a massive heart attack. The entagled scraps of metal leave several dead and others trapped, in life-threatening conditions.
. . . if I played my cards right, wore the right clothes, and applied heavy makeup that BoBo the Bouncing Clown would choose me over the others girls. I'd spent hour practicing my routine — the Jumping Bean Giggle — and my balloon animals skills were fine tuned. I could make a dog, giraffe and daisy all in less then a minute. Yes, BoBo would be mine.
There was just something about that wild, rainbow colored wig, bulbous red nose and those gigantic, floppy feet.. you know what they say about men with big feet... they wear big shoes.. and I LOVE big shoes! I imagined us together, walking hand in hand along the beach. He'd gaze into my eyes, his ghastly-white face and ridiculously thick, red painted-on lips would curl into a smile. He'd take me into his arms and pull me close; and then the bicycle horn in his pocket would honk loudly, mingling with the cries of the seagulls above us. Just then I was startled out of my daydream by...
The uniqueness of every circumstance can take us down a dark, devastating, rolling path of destruction, or to the sky-high perimeters of the heavens depending on our perspective and faith. A massive semi loaded with skyscraper-high piles of logs is rolling over the center line, the driver having suffered a massive heart attack. The entagled scraps of metal leave several dead and others trapped, in life-threatening conditions.
ReplyDelete. . . if I played my cards right, wore the right clothes, and applied heavy makeup that BoBo the Bouncing Clown would choose me over the others girls. I'd spent hour practicing my routine — the Jumping Bean Giggle — and my balloon animals skills were fine tuned. I could make a dog, giraffe and daisy all in less then a minute. Yes, BoBo would be mine.
ReplyDeleteThere was just something about that wild, rainbow colored wig, bulbous red nose and those gigantic, floppy feet.. you know what they say about men with big feet... they wear big shoes.. and I LOVE big shoes!
ReplyDeleteI imagined us together, walking hand in hand along the beach. He'd gaze into my eyes, his ghastly-white face and ridiculously thick, red painted-on lips would curl into a smile. He'd take me into his arms and pull me close; and then the bicycle horn in his pocket would honk loudly, mingling with the cries of the seagulls above us.
Just then I was startled out of my daydream by...
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