October 22, 2006
Webb: Hey. Did anyone see the navigator movie that Disney put out?
Cheryl: Flight of the Navigator. Loved it.
Sam: How do you guys know these obscure movies.
Cheryl: First off, Flight of the Navigator was not obscure. It was…is a classic. And second…
Sam: Wait! Is that the movie with Mel Gibson?
(Cheryl and Webb look at each other is amazement…not the good kind of amazement)
Sam: No. That was Forever Young.
Cheryl: This is going on the blog.
Kate: At least your blogging something these days.
Sam: OOOO Blog burrrrn.
October 13, 2006
This is Cheryl Wood signing off. Good night and God speed.
October 13, 2006
C: So I met this guy this weekend. He was really nice. No fireworks or anything, but I really enjoyed meeting him. It would be fun to hang out again. We were at Taste of Charleston, so it was hard to have a conversation. He made me laugh, though. Oh, I was introduced to edemame. We shared some.
P: Is that when there’s three people?
C: I have to go….
October 10, 2006
So I was chatting with this guy at work. He told me how he was running and…well…pooed his pants. I will save you the whole story. But He said he also pooed his pants while camping…he was asleep at the time. He also told me about a mutual friend of our who pooed his pants while on a date. And I told him about another mutual friend who did the same.
Here’s my question. Fellas, is pooing your pants a common thing amongst the male species? Not common in that it happens a lot of times, but common in the sense that it’s happened to a lot of guys?
We ladies all have the “skirt tucked into my panty hose” story. Is “pooed my pants” the male equivalent?
I will temporarily suspend the “no annonymous comments allowed” rule.
My apologies for this blog.
October 9, 2006
In the Eye of the Beholder
My little sister texted me the other day and told me that she has never seen me more beautiful. My mom tells me this all the time. My cousin Shaaron repeatedly tells me that I am, in fact, beautiful. Lots of my girlfriends do.
Last night, my friend Carmen told me that I looked beautiful. My heart responded as if she had told me that my pen was cool, or she liked my new shoes. The comment was appreciated, but empty. I started thinking about why I want to be beautiful, and why it doesn’t seem to be enough when women see beauty in me.
What is the point of beauty? If we see a photograph of a city and think, “That is beautiful” what we are really desiring is to be there, to walk the streets, to eat the local fare, to feel the unique energy of that place. We want to experience it fully. Beauty gives birth desire – the desire to experience the object and all that makes it beautiful.Beautiful. Every woman wants to be beautiful. Let me be more clear. Every woman wants a MAN to think she is beautiful. When a father tells his daughter that she is beautiful, the words will do something to her soul that is unmatched by any other words that another human being can speak over her. He is preparing her to receive those words from someone who will speak them laced with desire.
Is there benefit to beauty without desire? Should the words my sister spoke caress my heart with the same tenderness as those left longed for? Is it enough to know that the King is enthralled with my beauty?
October 9, 2006
I had lunch with a friend today. We’ll call her “Sam.” After dining, I decided to buy a candle. In a display of “I’m about to be jobless” sillyness, I kissed the chosen candle. I just do that sort of thing. It’s part of my charm.
Sam: Are you really gonna buy a Christmas candle already?
Me: MMM Yes. It smells great! (kisses the candle)
Sam: Well, you kiss it, you keep it. I wish it worked that way with men.
Me: We’d still be alone…
(adendum) Then “Sam” said “damn it.”