Well, I know it’s been awhile since my blogging reader’s have heard from me, and for that, I have to confess. Something happened to my previous blog and I am permanently locked out, hence this new and improved blogging attempt. Today I could write about another commercialized holiday that is now upon us, but I won’t because that’s religion and well true to my form I will not debate that subject. I could talk about the Government and the new tax hikes and how the economy is sucking right now, but I won’t since that’s politics and is another taboo subject that I tend to stay away from. I could strain many eyeballs by writing words of gossip and I could probably even make a few people gasp in disbelieve with other tid bits of personalized information, but what the hey! I won’t do that either. Instead I will point the inners of my mind in the direction of the world wide classic Disney song “It’s a small world.”
Thursday night while working “and” participating in my Zumba class, my eyes kept wandering to a certain person, and no, unfortunately it was not of the male species. Anyway, this person seemed awfully familiar to me and during one of the exercise/dance numbers it hit me. I was 99.999999999% sure that she was THE wicked witch. I could have been wrong, but deep down I felt something stirring. I knew it wasn’t my cramping muscles stirring because at this point my muscles were screaming out in agony. Then out of the blue my mind went back to the 8th grade and I saw her clear as day as she cramped her fingers up, squinted her eyes and cackled “I’ll get you my pretty and your little dog too”. Now back many many moons ago when I was just an innocent soon to be teenager, my grade 8 class was going to put on a play for the entire school. The play was The Wizard of Oz and it was my all time favorite movie. I knew I had to be in that play and since I was as tone deaf as they came I decided to try out for the wicked witch of the west. Night after night I would practice my witch cackle and when audition day came I was filled with confidence. Well, to make a long story short I did not get the part. SHE did. And the “she” was the person standing almost directly beside me in the Zumba class.
After class I did approach her and I DID smile my public relations smile and I did ask her if she was who I though she was, and low and behold, she was. Since I was working, I had to hurry back to the office since I knew I had to take care of the working part of the evening. Needless to say my mind kept singing, “We’re off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz.”
Now P.I.C, I’m going to need your help with this, so please HELP ME! For the remaining 5 nights of zumba, if you see me slacking off, boot my ass and whisper four words to me, “The Wizard of Oz.” This will give me the get up and go and the chance to look at her as sweat pours off her face and her arm pits are getting wetter, and I can smile as I silently say to myself… “You’re melting!!!!!!!!!”
