Valerie is a 42-year-old, single, Reformed Christian lady who lives in Baltimore. She doesn't remember a time
before she knew and loved Jesus, but she does remember accepting John Calvin into her heart in March of 2000.
Valerie is a member of Christ Reformed Evangelical Church in Annapolis.
Though her career aspiration is to be a housewife, Valerie has not yet found anyone suitable who wishes to hire
her for employment in that field (or, more properly, anyone suitable has not found her), so in the meantime she
earns her daily bread working in communications -- editing, writing, print design and website management.
A Rather Dull April Fools' Day
After having had some weird medical stuff over the last week, and missing work yesterday and going to a doctor's appointment, I seriously considered coming in and telling my supervisor I was pregnant. But I just couldn't do it. The health stuff (though the weird part turned out to be minor), was worrisome enough that I just didn't feel like joking about it. And the fatigue's been significant enough that I wasn't up to creating any foolishness today. So I'm off to take iron pills and antibiotics and sleep. Besides...nobody would have believed the part about the angel Gabriel, anyway. ;-)
How 'bout you, oh readers who so seldom leave comments anymore? Any jokes pulled or pranks perpetrated upon you or by you?
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9:43 PM
On April 1, 2008 10:09 PMMsMarlawrote... No jokes, but I haven't been in a joking mood either. Sounds like we have been going through similar trials. Maybe I should go to the doctor too.
On April 1, 2008 10:57 PMnonnobis1wrote... A college chum of mine who was a member of a ntionally-known CCM band in the 80's announced today that his band was getting back together for as reunion tour. Yeah, right. Like a bunch of middle-aged and balding rockers (Stones nothwithstanding) could actually get back together and tour. Please. (Not to mention that fact that the lead singer is now in the Church of Name It and Claim It.)
When I was 15, the next siblings in line were two of my brothers, ages 12 and 10. The next day was a wedding reception, and everyone at church was supposed to make appetizers for it. I took dog food (the hard pellets, about the size of small grapes) and covered them with melted chocolate and peanut butter. Then explained I was testing a recipe for the wedding reception, and would they please taste test the candy for me? Both solemnly ate a piece, my one brother wrinkling his forehead and musing "Hm...hm...yes, it's good. Very crunchy." Of course, mocking hilarity ensued and my brothers (who had begged me to play a joke on them) also thought it was perfect. The funniest thing, though, may have been the next child, an 8 year old girl with a sweet tooth, trying the dessert even though she knew what it was. -Rita Joiner
On April 2, 2008 12:03 PMTom Jacksonwrote... "Besides...nobody would have believed the part about the angel Gabriel, anyway. ;-)"
If you really want to shake them up, tell them it was Moroni.
On April 4, 2008 7:34 PMNathan Northupwrote... My oldest son pulled a classic on his sister after dinner during dishes time. He placed a rubber band, hair elastic I think, around the sprayer so that when she turned on the faucet...well, let's just say there was a loud girly screech.