Someone is always watching.

So, I’m waiting in line at the Byerly’s Red Box to return our dvd and get another. There’s a family in front of me who’re renting like 3 movies, and they let their toddler daughter do all the touchscreen stuff. I’m getting a little annoyed/impatient. When their dvd’s are finally vending, the mom turns around and give a little smile and says, “sorry!” I just smile in return. So as they step away and I step up to the machine, she goes, “….um, are you Corey?”

Me: Corrie.
Her: …. And you’re married to….?
Me: Matt.
Her: that’s what I thought! Matt Patrick!
Me, while trying to return the dvd: yep… How do you know Matt?
Her: Actually, I knew him through [insert ex-wife's name]. I went to high school with her.
Me: oh! (can’t think of anything to say) Random.
Her: yeah, I’m X, nice to meet you! Yeah, I just…. I…. well…. IrecognizedyoufromFacebook. (looks embarrassed) I just… remember faces really well.
Me: Oh! Well, nice to meet you X.
Her: tell Matt I said hello!
Me: I sure will. Enjoy all your movies…


All the while, I’m thinking, “please leave before you realize I’m renting the second Twilight movie…”

loves it.

Proof that a) justice exists, and b) pigeons have excellent taste.

23july10

who has two thumbs and is going away on a surprise wedding anniversary getaway? THIS GIRL.

creative problem solving

Wayward Alzheimer's patients foiled by fake bus stop

20july10

the other night i had a dream that Matt sat me down and said the electric bill was $300 last month, so we can't use the AC unit anymore. the terror i felt was very, very real.

Mary & Max.

amazing, disturbing clay-mation film.

me & dan

sitting by the river in Stillwater, waiting for the pegtop show.

bye Mr. Bob!

this might have made me tear up just a tiny bit.

Jesus you are my [adjective] redeemer.

I always said there should be a Worship Song Mad Libs… someone finally got that ball rolling.

work woes.

if you're not wearing your hearing aid, then why are you calling people ON THE TELEPHONE?

a friendly little serenade.

5july10

why yes, i am holding a bag of frozen stir-fry veggies to the back of my neck.

c-stone

it's been 3 years, but it still feels weird not to be driving a van full of tents, interns, and brochures down to Bushnell, IL... the striped tents and hay covering the mud, those amazing coffees from the Gallery Stage, the smell of b.o. and port-a-potties, middle school boys with "free hugs" signs, baking in your tent by 9am, randomly running into that friend you haven't seen in years, shoulder-to-shoulder midnight mewithoutYou shows... such fond memories.