Christy The Writer

Okay, I just signed up for the Sierra Club’s No Impact Experiment. It starts this Sunday and is a one-week experiment in living with a lower carbon footprint. I’ll be posting updates every day, to let you know how it’s going. (Oh, and if you didn’t hear Rita Moreno’s voice when you read the headline [...]

Some words of wisdom from New Jersey Transit’s web site. Please make a note of this, and tell your friends and co-workers, okay? It is really that important:  ”The way to avoid being hit by a train is to stay out of its way.” I know, right? I shudder to think how many times I’ve [...]

A friend got all over my case yesterday for saying I think girls should dress like girls. Sorry, but when I’m behind someone who has baggy jeans, a beat-up t-shirt and hair like my cousin Eric, it’s a little startling when I see the front and realize it’s female.

Jackie is a native of New Jersey. I’m a native of the Midwest. I’m now living in Jersey. She’s now living in the Midwest. Our phone conversations usually go something like this. Jackie: “We had a tornado warning today. Are you homesick?” Me: “They found a body in the trunk of a Mercedes parked behind [...]

My friend Chris has a very opinionated, and unintentionally hilarious, three-year-old. She and her husband had a wine tasting party the other night and her son walked into the room and announced, “This party stunked.”

I absolutely go to pieces over wedding bands on men. I think they’re adorable, like little proofs of ownership. It’s similar to walking through an antiques store and seeing a table that’s just perfect for you - then you get closer and wham! you see that little tag and go, “Oh MAN. This one’s already sold!”

Is it my imagination, or is the quality of e-mail spam getting worse? This morning I had one in my inbox that was from “Lottery Winner.” The subject line was CONGRATULATION!! CONGRATULATION!!!!” Honey, you already told me YOU are the lottery winner. You should keep those congratulation for yourself.

Some days when I’m getting ready for work, I look in the mirror and think “Heeeey, not too shabby.” Then other days, no matter what I do, all I can think is “Wow, thanks for nothing, Mom and Dad.”

Since my brain obviously keeps a running list of Things to Worry About, why does it only decide to drag it out at 3 a.m.?

I finally finished my student loan paperwork for grad school, only to get it all back in my lap because I neglected to mention that I’m a female. Apparently there are a lot of 41-year-old men out there named Christine who are trying to give the slip to the Selective Service.