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The Incredible Exploding Egg

Do you ever start out your morning by saying, “ Rob you’re a genius! ” That is how I began my morning today. It is rare that I start the day this way but friends I was feeling incredibly inventive. I have been really busy lately because of work and I am also in a play at night so finding time to eat has been a bit of a problem. So this morning I woke up early and said I am going to make some hard boiled eggs so that I can just pop them in my mouth while I am on the go. It is good protein and I can gag them down with water. Let me pause here to say I don’t love eggs. I eat them for the protein but I usually have to plug my nose and shimmy them down. Sometimes eggs trigger my gag reflex which is really embarrassing for how many times I have ordered eggs on a date. I was running low on time so I thought why not just boil them in the microwave? Again, Rob Abney you are genius. So after about, oh, I don’t know, eight minutes basking in my own greatness, the explosions started.

The Sharing of the Hymnal

Do you ever offer to share your hymn book with the person next to you at church and they don’t hold their half of the hymnal? It really is frustrating because you are forced to take the full weight of the book ( which, let’s be honest, those hymnals are not light ) with your one hand. By the time you are half way through the song your thumb starts burning and your whole hand starts to get the “shakes”. You think the person next to you will get a clue that you might need some assistance because the unsteadiness of your hand gets bobbing and weaving the hymnal all over the place. But for whatever reason your neighbor's head is bobbing and weaving right along with your hymnal. By this point, your muscle spasms have increased to the point that you might as well be reading the hymnal on a roller coaster than to be able to see it clearly in your pew. By the fourth verse you are telepathically screaming at your neighbor to please just take the other side of the hymnal. I mean,

The Bathroom Noise

Do you ever go to someone’s house for a visit or party and feel the need to freshen up? And once you close the door to their bathroom, which is located right next to their living room by the way, you become acutely aware of the inadequate sound barrier within their bathroom chamber. You begin to worry about what the guests outside might hear as you are in the bathroom. And to compound your problems you may have had some bad Indian food for lunch. And all of a sudden you become supremely self conscious of every sound you make in the bathroom. Even to the point where you start sweating and doing irrational things like running the tap water as you do your business, or stuffing toilet paper underneath the door to create a more effective sound barrier. This thinking is completely irrational because we all make noise in there. Am I right? So why all this sensitivity? I bring this up because yesterday I had this experience and I think at one point I was trying to “shush” the toilet

The Helpful Response

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Do you ever go to Sunday School and the teacher asks a question and after there is a very loud silence that permeates the room? All eyes are cast to the floor as if there is a fear to make their sentiments known concerning their gospel knowledge. The awkward silence seems to last for ages and still no one in the class budges or even makes an attempt to answer the question. Now why should that be? I feel so sorry for the teacher because he starts sweating and pleading with his eyes for anyone to raise their hand to move his little lesson along. So naturally, being the generous soul that I am, I raise my hand and start in on an amazing comment. But as I start to talk I get a little carried away with how great I am and kind of lose what his question is really about. So I talk a little about faith, and then merge over to repentance, then bounce some controversial facts about caffeine in Barqs Root Beer in there. And so I continue for what seems to be several minutes. I want to st

The Nog

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Friends it’s Egg Nog time! It’s officially November and as such it is now open season to buy and drink Egg Nog. I must confess I already started drinking it in October. I am not proud of it but the rich deliciousness helped me get through a very difficult time. Sure I am ten pounds heavier, but as my friend Sheryl Crow has said, “ if it makes you happy it can’t be that bad. ” Words to live by Sher-bear, words to live by. Now, I have recently heard some very negative things concerning the goodness of Egg Nog. This is troubling to me because what is more American than Egg Nog? I am, I am,..I am. First off, some people complain that Egg Nog is too fattening. Too fattening? Woman please! I think the problem is that people are thinking they can drink Egg Nog like they would drink a Big Gulp. Oh sweet naïve friends, no, that is not how we drink our Egg Nog. You have to drink it in small portions. I would recommend purchasing a shot glass from your favorite bar or tourist attract

The Extra Hour of Sleep

I know I write the same blog every six months but … Really? Day light saving again? I just barely got my sleeping pattern regulated and here we go again changing the time around. What in the Sam are we doing people? I am so angry that we are trying to fiddle around with nature’s timing mechanism, the sun. If Mother Nature wanted us to screw around with time she wouldn’t have invented the sun dial. But friends she didn’t. Why we feel like we have to mess around with a good thing I will never know. Sure people tell you we get an extra hour of sleep, but seriously that is only for the first night. They rest of the week your body is freaking out because it doesn’t really understand what you are doing and you end of being more tired with your supposed “extra hour of sleep”. I am done with this messed up system. I am not doing it this year. I am keeping my old sleeping schedule. I am in bed at 9:00 pm and waking up at 5:00 am that way my sleeping schedule goes uninterrupted. Sure