Last week my oldest daughter came running to me for help. I had just bought a new jar of pickles and she could not open them up. Surely, Mom could do it and this was going to be an easy thing. I sometimes wonder how they get those lids so tightly on jars in the factory. I was not going to pull the wimp card but I could not get that lid off. I tried banging the bottom with the palm of my hand. I saw someone do that once. It did not work. I tried twisting it, and it would not budge. I even tried getting a butter knife and breaking the seal by trying to wedge it between the lid and the jar. Nothing was working. Dan was not home and even if he was, I really hate admitting when I cannot do something like this without his help. I was going to get that jar open! Finally I took the opposite end of a butter knife and whacked at the lid. I thought a couple smacks would make the jar open, and it did. Evidently, I do not know my own strength. With the sound of breaking glass crackin...
When I was in college two dear
friends of mine and I decided we wanted to play tennis. Living on the Ohio State University campus
allows access to a large amount of courts.
Though I’m not hugely athletic I love playing tennis, volleyball, etc. So I was all for finding a place we could
play that night. But the problem wasn’t
us playing. The problem was that it was
already night and we couldn’t find a tennis court that was lit up. After walking around campus we finally opted
to try to play in the dark. It’s not
like it was pitch black out. We had the
light of the moon and the sound of each other’s voices. 
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