Nuzzled up next to some Fox News headlines was an ad for conservative t-shirts with some sweet, productive messages.   See, they’re not so bad.

And for your baby

But the one that dropped my jaw so quickly it cracked was

don’t worry

Conversation heard at the gym:

Woman:  He’s the only one who can do it.

Man: Yep, can’t be your parents, can’t be your brothers and sisters.

Woman:  He’s our one chance.

Man:  We have show our respect and love for him.

I assumed they were referring to Obama.  Turns out, they were talking about Jesus.

I like it when people reveal a specific wealth of knowledge they rarely use.  An ability to detail the biographies of every cast member of Cheers.  A foreign language comprised of thousands of words and inflections that are only stirred by class, study abroad, and vacation.  The ability to play the xylophone.  The memorization of entire cookbooks.  It’s even better when the knowledge is not skill-based, and will not advance an individual’s life in any way.  

Due to a middle/high school stint in Catholicism, I know the melodies and approximate lyrics to several hundred religious songs.  These tunes lay dormant in my brain for years, until, by slight chance, something stirs them up and an entire verse and chorus of “On Eagle’s Wings” pops into my humming.  I have a long-standing plan with my roommate, another product of Catholic schooling, to turn this musical library into a drinking game.  

As the product of a fifth-grade obsession, I can also identify most dogs by their breeds, even mutts.