Christine: Funny stuff. No, I’ve never taken a writing course. If you have trouble finding my posts here about writing, let me know and I’ll send you the urls for them.

Kelly: A lot of writing is about getting your thoughts organized. Which I’m terrible at doing. So maybe never mind on that.

Mormon: My first first job, when I was a kid, was bouncing along in the back of a cold, stinky truck in the wee morning hours and dropping off bundles off newspapers to where newspaper kids would later pick them up.

Mike: I used to work at a pizza place, too. It was … a job.

KJ: Yes, the story is true.

Robert: At this point, is anyone in America really a neophyte when it comes to right-wing Christian politics?

Candace: Yeah, I should say what Leon’s apt. was like. I should write that, really. So I will!

Such a tease, you are.

But anyway…you said "over 60 full time jobs"…SIX ZERO!! Wow!! You should donate your brain to science! There has GOT to be some unusual wiring in there. Better yet, go get into some neurological study where they do Functional MRI scans.

I know that Sam Harris is doing studies on belief and non-belief. I think it is called "The Reason Project"…it could make for some good blog post fodder.

My first job was to heat sauces, grind cheese, and cut onions and pepperoni for a pizza parlor before business hours. I didn't get tips and got paid a whopping $1.25/hour…and all the cheese and pepperoni I could eat. And, yes, slicing industrial quantities of onions is as bad as you can imagine. I knew the pay was terrible, but it was a friend of my dad…what could I do? I then moved up to graveyard janitor at a K-Mart for Friday and Saturday nights my senior year of high school. That should tell you what my social life was like.

The first job I ever had was being a newspaper deliverer starting at age 11 which continued until age 16. I had an afternoon route during the week after school and then 4:30 am on Sat and Sun. Every day. Rain, shine, sleet, snow…if I had to take a day off, I was responsible for finding a sub and training them. I started with 50 papers and eventually had 200 – rode my purple Schwinn bike with a banana seat and a newspaper bag over the handlebars. I was paid 5 cents a paper. Crazy. But I was in heaven to be an independent contractor so young and have cash to save. I also had to collect from my customers every month. (they don't allow that these days – way too dangerous) I took a lot of pride in that job. Every paper was porched (ok, I admit a few ended up on the roof or the flower beds) Thankfully my customers loved me and tipped well. What an experience, though! So much responsibility for such a young person. It taught me a LOT. I had some weird experiences as a worker, and some scary ones. When I was 16 I worked as a waitress the late night shift (what were my parents thinking?) I was nearly raped by my creepy boss one night. (He was soon after arrested for raping and impregnating his own sister) But I never got caught in an elevator with a crime lord in pimp garb – that tops everything! Life sure offers us interesting adventures and learning experiences.

My biggest frustration with writing is having ADD. The thoughts and ideas that need to go into a book – always hit at the most inappropriate times – i.e., driving down the road, grocery shopping….you know! Trying to get my thoughts organized is really difficult.

I am actually working on a book about the healing that God did in my marriage – and my family! It was a miracle – and the things I learned could be applied to anyone – and their personal walk with God. Just gotta get the thoughts organized enough to get them into print!