100 words | bake sale cookies

I think I can safely say, there was no way I could have imagined myself, being all of twenty some years old, participating in, of all things, a bake sale. And yet, here I am. This all goes to benefit the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, so it’s all good. I wasn’t sure how many to make, so I think I made like…somewhere north of seventy cookies. I showed up on the twelfth floor with a large pyrex filled with cookies, only to see that other people baked like…twenty haha. Oh well...more of the cookies to go around then I guess.

100 words | the game

It was warm, squishy, foul and totally unnecessary.

I don’t like baby showers.

I had played other variations of the game before where you have to figure out the candy bar inside. This was different. You aren’t able to use your hands. You aren’t able to look or poke. You have to use your face.

I don’t like baby showers.

“Find the gum” they screamed, as the guys reluctantly dove in searching. “Blow a bubble!” they cruelly taunted.

I don’t like baby showers.

If anyone ever invites you to a coed baby shower, just gracefully decline. And oh yea…congrats Grace.

100 words | five buck memories

Five dollars for a medium sized bag of kettle corn isn’t bad. It’s not really an awesome deal or anything, but taking into consideration the fact that I get to walk around out and about in the farmers market, sample some of the local fruit, take in the sights of people relaxing in the middle of the week, and be able to walk away with a bag of farmers market memories and a bag of sweet and savory corn for only five dollars? When put into perspective, it’s not that bad of a deal. If only it came with toothpicks…

100 words | winding time

I recently acquired a watch with a plastic crystal and a movement that requires me to wind the crown every morning to get it to run. Now, three weeks in, it’s got to be one of the weirdest experiences I’ve had in quite some time. The quiet, soothing click is something I’m growing accustom to hearing in the morning. Despite this decidedly low-tech powering method, a reminder of the timepieces from decades ago, there’s something intriguingly satisfying about methodically winding the crown every morning. Of course, it’s been less than a month…we’ll see if it’s still similarly enjoyable next year. =)

100 words | tempting fate

I wrote yesterday that the giants need to stop talking. I wrote yesterday that all they do is talk about winning and that nothing was going to stop them now (like Jefferson starship). I wrote yesterday that they spent the last few years getting slapped around the arena by another team (eagles). Yesterday, I had tempted fate. Now, the prudent thing would be to say I spoke a bit too soon. The prudent thing would be to admit I may have been wrong. Nah…eagles’ll see them again and when that day comes, well, do I really need to say it?

100 words | shut up, new york

So it seems the giants have been talking some serious trash. They’ve been taking verbal jabs at the eagles and an injured mike vick all week as the giants prepare to take on philly this Sunday. Regardless of how the game turns out, I’m not really sure what all this pretalk is really going to get accomplished. It’s not like it’ll help an impotent giants offense score anything. And yet the giants, who play the eagles twice a year and have not notched a win in the series since the GW Bush administration, still see fit to keep talking. Nice.

100 words | four guys, a prius, and drool

The car was headed in the right direction (forward), the sandwiches were made and packed by some lovely people (at safeway), and the road conditions were just perfect (empty). We were ready to go! Suddenly…drip, drip, drip. I looked over at George and was ready to utter “for pete’s sake…” when I noticed the little dog sitting next to me. Yes, Alfalfa had made the trip (and the Gatorade) and his strategically placed drool is now running down the length of my arm. George: “oh he’s like that on car-rides.” Nice. This was shaping up to be an interesting day.

100 words | friday breakfast

I’ve come to the realization that I don’t write enough. Since there is 100 days to the end of the year, I’ve resolved to remedy this by writing 100 words each day for the next 100 days. No structure, no themes, no set topics. And with that, here’s the first one…


Without a doubt, the drive into work on fridays are special. There’s the impending weekend with all the possibilities; the knowledge that your long, tiring workweek is about to be over in eight (or nine or twelve) hours; knowing that the line at the local coffee shop will be shorter because a large number of state workers get Fridays off. All this wrap up into a special commute once a week, and yes, it is capped off by the knowledge that on fridays, someone brings in breakfast for the group. Today’s menu: breakfast sandwiches and orange juice. Life is good.

Jason Babin: Football is like Dating…

I saw this quote this morning on yahoo sports and thought it was pretty interesting/funny. Eagles defensive end Jason Babin talks about the run defense for Sunday’s game against the Falcons: “That’s the No. 1 goal: Stop the run,so we can rush the passer,” Babin said. “First and foremost,we know we have to stop the run. It’s like when you’re dating,there’s certain things you’ve got to do. That’s what stopping the run is: Buying ‘em dinner.”

Nice. I wonder if more athletes used these kinds of analogies,would more women watch football? Probably not likely…but worth a shot I guess.

My Sunday night prediction: Eagles 34,Atlanta 24.

The far side of the moon…

Have you ever thought…what if? Have you ever wondered what would have happened if things turned out a little differently? I’m often guilty of second-guessing the things that happen, playing it out in my head had something wound up a little differently. I know…it’s essentially wasted effort on my part, but I can’t help but think of the possibilities that could unfold had something been a little differently. At the end of the day, you can’t un-ring a bell, and I can’t make something different happen, but it is interesting to wonder about what could've been...

Recently I’ve been on a bit of a space kick. Maybe it’s because July was the 42nd anniversary of the moon-landing; maybe it’s because the last space shuttle already went up and came back; maybe it’s deeply rooted from my dreams of becoming an astronaut when I was a kid. In any case, I continue to find myself enamored with man’s endeavors into space. Last week, I came across (somewhere online…) a message prepared by a staff writer for President Nixon on the occasion of the moon-landing. No, not the short message Nixon gave over the telephone to the astronauts as they were on their way back from the moon. No, this was a different message. This is what could've been...:

drugstore knick-knacks

this weekend, while waiting for my mom's prescriptions, I wandered around CVS for a little bit. It's been a while since i've wandered up and down the aisles of a drugstore, and it brought back a flood of memories from working at a walgreens in high school. I distinctly remember spending my earnings at walgreens on some of the coolest trinkets ever (from their seasonal aisle): bathtub shaped soap dishes, plastic chirping birds, and oh yes...i had to have the big mouth billy bass (pls...don't be jealous). In retrospect...some of the worst purchasing decisions of my life. In anycase...taking a stroll down the seasonal aisle at the local CVS brought back some fond (read with an obligatory eye-roll) memories...