Thursday, March 3, 2011
Whenever America’s favorite snaggle-toothed singer, Jewel, talks about her past life as a homeless person living out of her car, I picture her in an environment very similar to that of my 1996 Jeep.
A co-worker who will remain nameless (Michelle) once likened the contents of my car to something you would see on Hoarders. While I respectfully disagree, I will admit I could survive quite...
Monday, February 28, 2011
Two years ago, my friends and I had the pleasure of renting a house in Ireland from a 20-something ex-rugby player named Ted.
At the risk of sounding like 1950’s teenager, Ted was dreamy. His accent was to-die-for, he had shoulders as broad as a Buick, and his teeth were both white and straight—a real rarity in the U.K.
One day Ted came over to mow our lawn. After watching him—and more...
Thursday, February 17, 2011
I moved to Ireland less than a month after my college graduation, without a job or a place to live. Why this concerned my parents, I’ll never understand.
After desperately searching the classifieds for two weeks, my friend and I saw an ad for a job selling sandwiches with “The Tasty Sandwich Guy.” That’s not at all sketchy.
When we arrived at the local aquarium two days later for our joint...
Friday, February 11, 2011
So, I have this “friend” and she’s on an online dating site.
After pondering which service would best suit her needs, “my friend” remembered reading an article that said it’s OK to feel desperate—you just can’t act like it. So for her, that meant joining something that was free. Paying for a boyfriend just seemed wrong, and something she certainly wasn’t willing to consider until at least the...