Of God and hotdogs

Ok that's it. Time to snap out of the pensive mood which is leading to nowhere anyway. I am not life's lollipop lady, I don't get to choose who to halt and who not to halt. And I'm about to use the philosophy I use when I go on massive shopping trips... we'll see about the credit card bill later. Or perhaps God will take care of it. That is something I learned from my oh so formative experience in orchestra. It was all quite a Godly experience too seeing that the word Alla, of course meaning God, would be used in different metaphors, exclamations, and at least once every two sentences. So there I wonder why a convent educated girl like me found it so strange. I got used to it, but I never picked it up. Because proper ladies talk to God in private. At least I try. It's as if the spirit (pun intended) is willing, but sometimes the flesh is weak. Or perhaps I've heard just one too many Godly remarks during my orchestral days. I'm not sure. But I sure learnt all the facts of life in there. Anyway. Time to do something sinful, but not Godly sinful. It's hotdog time. God will forgive that, I mean he created dogs after all. And he gave man the intellect to warm food up and make it hot. So God will forgive. I'm not too sure my hips will be as forgiving. Or my derriere at that. But God created those too, in His image. So I'll just enjoy... Glory be to God and all of me which He created. Always in His very own image. So long.