I’ve lived

February 28, 2005

Let me tell ya! You haven’t lived until you have had some redneck yell “GET OF MY *expletive* LAND!!!”

Any story that ends with, “RUUUUUUUUN!” is a good story.

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The answer to “Cheryl, how’s the new job going?”

February 24, 2005

I wanted to get my feet wet. I didn’t realize I would be struggling to keep my head above water. I’ll get it. I ain’t skeered.


Well Said

February 23, 2005

“What you do speaks so loudly that I can’t hear what you say.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson


Men have it so easy.

February 23, 2005

Do men ever sit and wonder things like “I could go to law school, but if I do, what happens when I have kids? Do I spend all that money and time in school to be a stay-at-home mom? Do I want to be a SHM? I mean, maybe I want to work part-time, so I can be with the kids when they get out of school. And if I do work, what kind of job would allow me the freedom to be with the kids. They are the priority. Wait, I don’t have kids. I’m not even married. But what if I make a decisions now that limit my options later. What if all this is a waste? I guess all decisions, by nature, limit other options. What if I never get married and have kids? I could be wasting all this time not pursueing things that would limit my child-rearing options for no reason. Should I home-school one day?”

Nope. Ya’ll just find a job you love and get paid to do it and then marry some girl who is chasing her tail trying to figure all this out.


Girls will get this

February 23, 2005

I have reached a level of self-confidence that makes me feel like Oprah should want to interview me. Gone are the days of consuming self-consciousness. That’s right. I go the gym. And sweat. Around cute boys. It doesn’t phase me like it use to when I was in college.

But last night, my self-assuredness peaked once more. I had been on the tread mill for about 35 minutes when this guy I use to know got on the one next to me. It’s one thing to not care what strangers think. It’s a whole different story to be self-assured when you’re suddenly face to face with someone you haven’t seen in a long time-especially when it’s one of those “I’d totally go out with him” kinda guys. But there I was, steady and secure, feeling absolutely no need to fiddle with my hair.

I am so well adjusted.

Then again, in order to continue our conversation, I ended up doing 90 MINUTES OF CARDIO. I’m not sure how well-adjusted that is.


Pep Talk

February 21, 2005

Bo Sharp-Shooter: “Going to a black church is like being in God’s locker room before the big game.”


My spin

February 20, 2005

Cheryl: My mom’s maiden name is Jones. Hey! Maybe C**** Jones and I are related!

Sara: It’s possible, seeing how “Jones” is such a unique name.

Cheryl: You may have a point.