Well the current crack of life I have landed myself in is the crack between a social life and getting great grades. I was told before I even applied for college, that it is not high school. Life gets harder and harder. My awesome mother always had the best advice. She has been pretty blunt with me my whole life. Oh goodness, what I would give for her to be writing all my papers. Don't get me wrong I seriously love writing papers, its all the nonsense with research and proposals that make me wanna stab my eye out with a spoon. But you know what, you can either see this crack as a big as the Grand Canyon or as small as a crack on the sidewalk that you avoid to not break your mother's back. This round of finals has seemed to be much less stressful, it could possibly be the fact that summer is within reach or that I just don't care. Either way I'm happy with my grades and feel like this go around has been easier.
What is up with people looking through the cracks in the bathroom stalls? Are you trying to be a creep? Ok, there may have been one time where I looked through the crack to see who was in it. I mean, this poor lady was not having a pleasant time in there. Lord Have Mercy On Her Soul, I mean she sounded in pain. So i just wanted to make sure she was ok and not about to die in there, like I was. Not even the worst of smells I have ever smelled could over power her stench. All I can say is I said a silent prayer for her and whomever was to enter that bathroom. Someone should have put caution tape on the door.
Ah, which brings me to the 3rd and 4th crack of life. We all know about the hard stuff, crack as in drugs. This past week I was fortunate enough to go and visit the booking area at the Iron County Jailhouse. This lady was so strung out on crack it made me feel sad inside. My feel bads were all over the place. It seriously blows my mind that people would do drugs. Well, as long as it makes you happy I guess. She did have kids and it bugged me that all she talked about was her kids. WHY? Apparently you weren't so concerned with their well being when you were getting drugged up and acting up on Main St. It may be because I came from a very fortunate home, but I couldn't comprehend why people would do drugs and just leave their kids to defend for themselves. I really am thankful for being raised in the home that I did.
What do you think of when you read the words "back crack" do you think of someone doing crack in a back alley? I hope not. I'm going to paint a very vivid picture for you. This lady's butt crack literally went to the top of her neck. I seriously couldn't have laughed so hard. Then to hear one of the inmates yell "BACK CRACK" made my day. This lady needed a bra for the back of her! I know, I know, I'm a horrible person. But I you would have saw it you would have laughed pretty hard.
Well Ladies and Gents, thanks for stopping by and if you ever need any great advice on life, I am here. Typing, Judging, Laughing, and occasionally Smiling. Remember the Cracks of Life. If you aren't avoiding them on the sidewalk, trying to crawl out of one, doing crack, just look around I'm sure you will see a vertical smile somewhere.
Until next time,
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