So last night Kelly brings in a piece of paper and hands it to me, while telling a story. Yesterday they went to Chevy’s and while she was talking to my mom, Caitlin interrupts and tells them: “I wrote hamburger!” and shows her coloring page, which has the letters “H-E-M-B-G-R” laboriously printed on it. I was so excited, impressed and amazed. Wow.
More out of context.
Your favorite, and mine too! A Special edition, just for my wife.
“we need to get those southern baptists on the bang wagon”
“…before my mother in law comes in with the white glove”
“spare the taser and spoil the child”
“maybe i can just tee off her morphine drip instead”
“What’s the chance that you’d just die?”
“Maybe ten percent.”
“I’m hungry, and I like those odds.”
Out of context
So I have decided to post once a week or so with some lines that I have heard in person, in email or via IM, totally out of context.
“$2.99 steak, but occasionally there’s a fingernail or bandaid in it”
“or you should get people who aren’t idiots!”
“it feels crinkly on my bum.”
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Final Exams
One of my co-workers (Chris) and I get along really well. We like to talk about all manner of things and throw little posits and the like back and forth. We were talking about a game that I’m playing (Shadow Hearts: Covenant) and there is a section where it turns out that one of the characters is taken over by a demon. So that leads us to discussions of Exorcisms and the like, and Chris remarks that that kind of knowledge isn’t really available anymore, in that you can’t just take a class in Demonology. I make the point that it’s likely that Seminarians would take something similar and study exorcisim rituals, or at least that’s a feasible possibility. Chris did however bring up the point that there would be a horrible time at the final exam. And you thought that your essay questions were tough.
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More memories
i was thinking earlier about looking back through my blog and trying to analyze some of the memories and things that I’ve put in there. Sometimes I’ll be driving in the car and think about things and scrawl them on my hand, only to forget them later – but this time i have two that i thought of. both are memories, of when i was pretty young.
the first took place when i was in kindegarden in new orleans. one morning my dad was making my sandwiches for lunch. now as you can imagine, any small child is occasionally particular about what they eat. usually mom made me a sandwich – pb&j or tuna and cut it in half, diagonally. i tried to explain this that morning to my dad saying ‘mom always makes me two sandwiches.’ i’m sure i stated that a couple times, and i didn’t realize that he would interpret this as two whole sandwiches, instead of two halves, which i of course ate. so lunch time rolls around and i pull out my box and realize that dad did in fact make me two whole sandwiches. i ate the first and then when my teacher came around and found that i had a whole sandwich in my lunchbox, she told me to eat it. i tried in vain to explain how the mixup happened, but she told me to eat it anyways. i don’t remember how much of it i ate.
when i lived in tillsonburg, one spring we had a yard sale and i remember my mom spreading out a wealth of treasures on our pingpong table in the basement, and one of our neighbours coming over and helping her price them. i remember feeling so indignant at that! the fact that she would have the nerve to put a price on our things. she put 10c on one item and i remember telling her ‘that’s worth more than ten cents’ and her brushing me off.
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