Serve It Up
So Goes Philly
So, So, So Wrong
All Hopped Up
The other weekend, I had to officiate a youth wrestling event. The action got started around noon, and I walked up to the high school kids working the table for my mat and asked them a very simple question.
“Are we ready to have some fun?”
They laughed or grunted as sleepy teenagers do (I used to communicate solely that way), letting me know that my enthusiasm would not be reciprocated. One told me he was almost out of his energy drink. Another said he had finished his. The third said nothing as he guarded a monster-size can of another brand.
I wondered how three cups of coffee that morning could get me so wound up while they had almost the same amount of these new-fangled drinks and just wanted to go back to sleep.
Stop! Hammer Time.
A Really Big Nightlight
I come from a long line of couch sleepers. Like my father before me, I appreciate the bliss of sawing logs on the living room sofa.
Sometimes it’s because I can’t fall asleep in bed for some reason or another. Other times, it’s because I just feel like drifting off while watching a game on the television.
Either way, I can’t resist the temptation of lying on the couch and letting the hum and glow of the TV lull me into slumber.
I especially enjoy my couch time during the Christmas season because I can turn on the Christmas tree lights to serve as a sort of nightlight. They just make sleeping in the living room a little more special.
As the holidays started to wind down, I had what I thought was a wonderful idea. Why don’t we keep the tree up all year?
Shuffle Up and Deal
ITEOTWAWKI: Happy Birthday, Peter
Fit to be Tied
When I started my new job a little over a year ago, I made sure to dress nicely on the first day.
I wore a shirt, tie and jacket like I had at previous jobs. The jacket matched the pants I wore pretty well, so much so that people thought I had worn a suit.
My boss pulled me aside later in the day, told me she appreciated that I cared so much about my appearance, but that I didn’t need to dress that well each day.
I inquired further and found out that I didn’t even need to wear a tie each day. Better yet, I could wear jeans on Fridays as long as I didn’t have to meet with anyone important.
Score.