These are the people I have to spend my days with ...

The Black Man, Mexican, and Queer. Don't you feel sorry for me?

** Please note: These are my very good friends with and this post was done with their full knowledge (in fact, you might say they actually begged me to post it).

DIRTY WORK...

My toilet was broke.
We decided to fix 'er up real good.

I tole Miss April "You gotta get the nut off, you got the nut?"

She fiddled and fumbled fer a while ...
"Okay, I'm in."

We realized we were having some problems ...
"It's rubbing, there's too much friction between the shafts."


"Too bad we don't have sex - we'd have some KY Jelly layin' around."

After a few more mishaps ...
Trying to tie up our loose ends, I said,
"Are you sick of being down there?"

"Nah," said April, "I like screwing."

** Please note that this was an actual event; we realized how ridiculous we looked and what we had been saying (all actually describing the toilet) near the end of the fair ... and about lost our breath laughing at what it sounded like & looked like. And no, I'm not really a perverted mess.

I began to wonder: am I really too ditzy? Should I grow up a little? Images in my mind’s eye affirm the notion: sitting next to my sales rep on my couch and scooting my stuffed koala bear, Penny, out of the way so we can work, or telling friends I haven’t seen in years that I should be leaving for Peace Corp soon and then clapping my hands together squealing “I’m so excited!!”. I remember my other sales rep, Tim commenting after he began working for me that he had no idea I could be so serious, focused, and down-to-business. During a “rant and rage” after a Model UN meet I pranced onto stage in a pink suit, hair flouncing in a ponytail, and prattled away in blonde lingo … eliciting a comment from our room monitor as she delivered my Honorable Mention that she certainly hadn’t seen that side of me during the mock security council. My senior year at Cedarville I earned the distasteful nickname “Eternal Freshman”.

Josh Fisher commented to another friend, Angela (Corbin) that he always thought her quite eloquent and wise from her thoughtful blog postings, but after spending 32 hours in a car with her, he found her to be a lot more ditzy than her blog portrayed. She, in turn, blamed me. Apparently I bring out the ditz. What a talent.

My question: should I change? Am I too featherbrained and giddy for my age? Is it hard for people to take me serious?

I want to be respected, but if I make an attempt to bring out my serious, more-grown-up and business faces more often, will I become less myself or more myself? Will I be boring or more appreciated? Will I be changing who I am for an expectation? Reflecting on leisure time, I might spend too much time talking of frivolous matters with my girlfriends … or is that what friends are for?

I want to honor the Lord with my speech, life, love and conduct. I also want to boast in the Lord, not in me. If any of this is an endeavor to impress the world with myself, let Him please deflect my evolution. If it is, however, to accept increasing measures of responsibility in conduct, to seek the deeper things of God, and to scrutinize the complexities of life more closely in a way that might procure wisdom, then let the Lord guide me.