On my relatively short list of things I have absolutely no sense of humor about, is tailgating. So many people do it as if it’s a normal way to drive. Some, probably many, of my friends do it. These are the ones I care especially for, so I’m just going to give my perspective on it. Please know that my opinions are specifically in the context of the act of tailgating, and not a generalized character assessment about people who tailgate. In fact, a few of my friends who tailgate are some of my closest friends. Read the rest of this entry »
I grew up in a small Southern Baptist church in Springfield, Oregon. Well, not really; I grew up in my parents’ home, but we attended the church for much of my childhood.
As I suspect was also the case at many other churches, the kids would go off to Sunday School – you know, the very uncreative, extrabiblical, yet nonetheless official name for any class that wasn’t the regular church service – while parents attended “big church”.
While I was in grade school, my Sunday School teachers were John and Kay Cook. Nice couple. I don’t remember much about them. John may have had a beard, but Kay definitely didn’t. I do, however, remember how dedicated they were to teaching the kids in their care about God. I still appreciate that.
I remember one particular day in Sunday School class though. We were playing a beanbag toss game. John would ask a question about the Bible, and then he would toss the beanbag to one of the dozen or so eagerly awaiting students, who would then try to answer the question. The concept wasn’t hard; the questions probably simple too. John and Kay were still happy even if you got a question wrong; the way it should be. Read the rest of this entry »
- Today, if the British woman in my GPS needs to just talk or cry for a bit, I’ll understand.
- Maybe the next time somebody puts something the size of a bus in outer space, they’ll consider bolting it down.
- The authorities don’t know exactly where the satellite pieces landed, but if you were talking to somebody last night and suddenly they were replaced with a really deep hole in the ground, please tell somebody.
- All we know is that the satellite landed somewhere near either Canada, Africa, Russia, or somewhere else in that area of the world.
- The satellite fell, so please give me all your GPS’s, they’ll not work anymore.
- I know exactly why NASA wants people to stay away from the fallen satellite that was the “size of a bus”… because it wasn’t a satellite… it was a bus, from space.
- Question: Why did the satellite fall now, after all this time? Answer: Pigs.
- No, it wasn’t the Lifetime Network’s satellite… sorry guys.
- No, it wasn’t ESPN’s satellite… sorry ladies.
- If your GPS wakes up in the middle of the night screaming, please try to be understanding.
I joke about my ADD, but I generally don’t blame much on it. I was diagnosed as having “ADD-like symptoms” in January of 2009.
It went something like this:
- Panic attack; end up in the ER.
- Go to therapy for anxiety.
- Get diagnosed with ADD.
- Medication and changes to habits to cope with ADD.
- Find funny things to say about ADD.
I feel like I can have a good sense of humor about ADD since I have it. It’s more polite than joking about ADD when you don’t have it I guess, but I don’t usually mind either way. Read the rest of this entry »