The Bug

As sung by Mary-Chapin Carpenter

Well it's a strange old game, you learn it slow
One step forward and it's back you go
You're standing on the throttle, you're standing on the brake
In the groove till you make a mistake

Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you're just a fool in love
Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger baby, sometimes you're the ball
Sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you're gonna lose it all

You gotta know happy, you gotta know glad
Because you're gonna know lonely and you're gonna know sad
When you're rippin' and a-ridin' and you're coming on strong
You start slippin' and a-slidin' and it all goes wrong

Because sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug
Sometimes it all falls together baby, sometimes you're a fool in love
Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger baby, sometimes you're the ball
Sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you're gonna lose it all

One day you got the glory, and then you got none
One day you're a diamond, and then you're a stone
Everything can change in the blink of an eye
So let the good times roll before we say goodbye

Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you're a fool in love
Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger baby, sometimes you're the ball
Sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you're gonna lose it all
Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you're a fool in love
Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you're just a fool in love


[repeat and fade]


I'm not sure but today I might have been the windshield. Things in my classroom are tense. The isms are flowing. Thankfully, as my bff says, I'm able to see them for what they are. Unfortunately, I'm not immune to them.

Tomorrow night is the fundraiser. I've got two baskets ready for the auction. Tomorrow I'll make the soup and a dessert. I've also got to get some 2 liter drinks to carry. I'm going even though I really don't feel like sitting through a lot of insanity. The paradox might show up and I really hope he does. I would like to see a semi-friendly face in the crowd. For some reason he's being nicer to me. Could it be that misery loves company?

Sunday my sponsor and I go to St. Henry's for the Rite of the Elect. This should be interesting. Any way you go my weekend is full.