100 Ways To Cook A Chicken

Friday, some insurance people came to work.  Like all insurance people they started asking 1,000,000 personal questions.  I was feeling feisty Friday so I thought I'd have some fun.  The conversation went something like this: Guy:  Ms. McWayne are you married? Me:  No, and Mrs. McWayne was my grandmother. Guy:  Do you have any children? Me:  I have 18 down in my classroom.  I get to spend all day with them and send them home to their moms that have to cook for them, make sure they take a bath and put them to bed.  I have no children of my home and I'm perfectly content to keep it that way. Guy:  (Nervous Laugh)  Do you ever plan to have children? Me:  Well, first I have to find a man to put a ring on this finger here, and then we can discuss children.  But, I'm a little hard to handle and no one has been up to the challenge yet, so we may never discuss children.  I am, however, always looking for the man, so you can send one my way if you know any. Upon reflecting

Hello everyone! I am a 26 year old single woman.  I still live with my parents.  Even though sometimes I despise both of those facts, ultimately those are both choices I have made.  I could have gotten married at 23, believe it out not someone actually proposed to me.  However, I knew I would be settling and that wasn't good enough for me.  There was actually another guy that wanted to marry me as well, again, I knew that would be settling.  And yes, I could move out of my parents house and rent an apartment or buy a house.  But, A. I would not like to live alone.  B.  I'd be over at my parents house all the time anyway.  C. If I'm not paying rent, I can buy shoes. Apparently these facts make me an "outsider" or "weird' or "not right".  I don't really care. Also, while I am add it, here's some other facts about me. I like to buy shoes.  I like to buy lots of shoes.  When I'm feeling bad, I will buy shoes.  I will not buy shoes

I am a college educated woman.  Furthermore, I am almost completed with my Masters Degree.  However, there are some things I just don't understand. For example, I don't understand why people think it's acceptable to wear pajamas in public.  Pajamas are made for the bedroom not Wal-Mart.  I also don't understand why they put the hill in the loaf of bread.  Who eats that crap? I don't understand why a round pizza comes in a square box. I don't understand rap music, or why I have to press one for English. I also don't understand who someone can change their feelings so quickly.  I don't get how you can go from "Hey I like you", to "I feel awkward" in less than an hour.  I don't understand why I'm not worth a little effort.  Oh well, maybe it's a blessing in disguise.