Christy The Writer

I’ve noticed that when someone at my office quits, my co-workers are wiping the tears away with one hand and with the other, snagging their flat-screen monitor. It’s quite touching.

Guy says he can’t stand people who exaggerate. Pretty funny coming from the man who claims he doesn’t like big dogs because they “always” bit him when he was little. Man – tough neighborhood.

I’ve never seen anyone like Guy when it comes to “now” stuff. He’s into it, but won’t admit it. He has a blog but refuses to call it a “blog.” We have a DVD player but he won’t part with his laser discs. He says he hates reality shows but watches “Top Chef” religiously – he [...]

The “Are You A Child Of The 80s?” Question of the Day:   Does the word “hippie” call two things to mind: your parents?

My friend Steve asked me yesterday why I don’t write about the fact that my 20th high school reunion is next month. Easy. This: a humor blog. That: not funny.

Guy and I were at a flea market today and while we were browsing we became aware of this horrible little doll. She was lying on her belly and was supposed to look as though she had her chin resting in her palms, but her elbows didn’t touch the box below her so she looked as [...]

I was running at the track this morning and I passed a group of 11-year-olds getting ready to start baseball practice. Their coach was reading something to them about the impressive stats of the all-time great players. I guess he meant to motivate, but MAN am I glad I don’t have to listen to that every [...]

Doug and I were at the shore today and we passed three teenage guys, all bare chests and suntans. I admitted, and Doug oh-so-helpfully agreed, that I’m at that awkward age right now: young enough to check them out, but old enough to be their mama.

Out of nowhere I got an e-mail from someone I don’t know asking me why I don’t have an “About” page. I can’t imagine what anyone would want to know about me, but in case I’m wrong: I’m a writer. I used to be a supermodel but I got fired because the other girls found my [...]

My friend Tim asked me yesterday what the significance is of my choosing a daisy theme for my blog. That’s an interesting story, actually: I like daisies. The end.