Oh, dear…

August 28, 2007


Dedicated to K. Allen.

August 28, 2007

Sam: So, are you going to Greece?

Cheryl: Uh, No. I hated the movie. Never could get through the whole thing.

Sam: (Looking at me with a unique mix of bewilderment, condescension and pity) Athens, Greece, Cheryl.

Cheryl: Oh. Um, hopefully. Dang.


Overheard: Good point

August 28, 2007

Guy 1: I went to Heather’s wedding.

Guy2: Wait. Isn’t she the girl you wanted to marry?

Guy 1: Yes.

Guy 2: That must have been tough.

Guy 1: No. Not at all. I am completely over her. Ya know what helped me get over her?

Guy 2: The fact that she married someone else?


Not for the easily offended.

August 26, 2007

I like to sit at coffee shops and watch people walk by. The writer in me likes to give people stories. My friends have been very long-suffering with this quirk of mine. Sometimes I just like to listen into other people’s conversations. I usually end up rolling my eyes at the tweenies and their overly dramatic response to Brit’s troubles. But then sheepishly remember that I was the same way, although more clothed, at their age. But this weekend, I heard a guy talking about something his pastor said. It was the kind of statement that provoked an evolving reaction.

“Women are more likely to compromise their standards. But this is because it’s easier to find a godly woman than a godly man.”

Wow. Is this true? And if so, why?

Any thoughts?


Shocking. Just shocking.

August 23, 2007

Not only did I wake up to find that my Orioles were crushed by the Texas Rangers 30 – 3. At Camden Yards. But when I went to the business center to check my email, two ladies were chatting.

Lady 1: My friends were supposed to go to Ireland, but he turned out to be crazy.

Lady 2: I don’t want to go down there. I’d be afraid of all the hurricanes.

Cheryl and Lady 1 stare blankly at each other. I think to myself, “I’ll have geography for 500, Alex.”

My grandmother may be right. The apocalypse must be upon us.


A toughie:

August 21, 2007

Shawn posed an interesting issue in church this week. And while it wasn’t the point of his sermon (whether a church should offer its facilities for the funeral of a gay man) it got me thinking about other tricky situations. So I pose this for your ponderment.

Let’s say you have an unmarried friend who is pregnant. She says there is nobody else that she trusts to tell about her pregnancy. She has decided to get an abortion. She asks you if you will take her because she is scared and doesn’t want to go alone.

What would you do?

*disclaimer* This is completely hypothetical so please don’t scroll through the roledex of my girlfriends. The only one I know that is pregnant is Janna. She and her husband are thrilled about their twins.


SYTYCD: You had to see it.

August 17, 2007

“I never realized clogging could be so urban.”