I don’t wear rings so Mitch got me a tennis bracelet as an engagement present. I didn’t know why they were called “tennis” bracelets so I had to look it up. It seems they were named that because Chris Evert wore always one during her tennis matches. So that’s how they got that name. How dumb! What were they called before Chris Evert played tennis with one on her wrist??
You know, I actually had to look this up, because I should know the answer—I used spend my college breaks working at a jewelry store! But, alas, the answer is still on the tip of my tongue.
According to Cosmopolitan, they used to be known as “eternity” bracelets. I’m thinking they had one or two other names, too, but I can’t for the life of myself remember what they are!
Also, excellent choice on the engagement present! Since all of my tennis bracelets have been of the cubic zirconia variety, I am definitely envious😍
Don’t knock potlucks at second Baptist. Or first Methodist for that matter. They aren’t that bad. Okay, they aren’t that good either, I’ll grant you that.
Honestly you are a first for me. You are also quite smart. I’ve never known anyone able to write so much and opine so intelligently about tennis bracelets. I can’t even begin to imagine what you could write on about something important.
But certainly, you do have fashion sense and if anyone can bring down WSJ when they dare to mention anything about fashion, it would be you. Hang in there and keep on keeping on. I don’t know if we’ll be a better world, but we’ll certainly look better. 😍
Hey now, as an Episcopalian/Presbyterian, I can confirm that Baptist potlucks are actually quite good! Presbyterian potlucks taste like the deli section at Schnucks, because that’s where everything came from. The same can often be said for Episcopal potlucks, though those are occasionally helped by wine. But the Baptists? They actually know how to cook! It’s like a cornucopia of casserole. If they didn’t already know about Jesus down at Second Baptist, I would absolutely be spreading the word in exchange for some corn casserole!
And that is very, very kind of you to say. Opining on the irrelevant is certainly one of my longest-running pastimes, so I’m beyond happy that you enjoyed it!
I definitely enjoyed your essay. You are spot on regarding pot lucks. Though our theologies might be very similar regarding Jesus, I suspect our tastes are very different regarding casseroles. Hate them. But I am very quiet about that controversial opinion. Many a church lady and one man would be very mad at me if they thought I didn’t like their casserole.
Oh man, you really picked the wrong line of work for a casserole-hater, didn’t you?!? Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me😂
I am intrigued by the one male parishioner, though! I always assumed that like Hobby Lobby, HomeGoods, and those Volvo convertibles, women were 99.999% of the reason casseroles existed. Now? I’m being forced to re-think that assumption!
In the long process of discerning my calling in ministry, a serious concentrated effort taking 6 months, not once did I think of casseroles as being an important part of ministry. Not once. I blame my mentors for that blatant oversight.
As to the one male parishioner, don’t concern yourself. In all my years as pastor it was the church ladies that provided the casseroles. The one guy is, well, an oddball in just about every way. A good man, but still…..he’s constantly providing me with recipes. So he’s an outlier in the world of casseroles.
I don’t wear rings so Mitch got me a tennis bracelet as an engagement present. I didn’t know why they were called “tennis” bracelets so I had to look it up. It seems they were named that because Chris Evert wore always one during her tennis matches. So that’s how they got that name. How dumb! What were they called before Chris Evert played tennis with one on her wrist??
You know, I actually had to look this up, because I should know the answer—I used spend my college breaks working at a jewelry store! But, alas, the answer is still on the tip of my tongue.
According to Cosmopolitan, they used to be known as “eternity” bracelets. I’m thinking they had one or two other names, too, but I can’t for the life of myself remember what they are!
Also, excellent choice on the engagement present! Since all of my tennis bracelets have been of the cubic zirconia variety, I am definitely envious😍
😂
Don’t knock potlucks at second Baptist. Or first Methodist for that matter. They aren’t that bad. Okay, they aren’t that good either, I’ll grant you that.
Honestly you are a first for me. You are also quite smart. I’ve never known anyone able to write so much and opine so intelligently about tennis bracelets. I can’t even begin to imagine what you could write on about something important.
But certainly, you do have fashion sense and if anyone can bring down WSJ when they dare to mention anything about fashion, it would be you. Hang in there and keep on keeping on. I don’t know if we’ll be a better world, but we’ll certainly look better. 😍
Hey now, as an Episcopalian/Presbyterian, I can confirm that Baptist potlucks are actually quite good! Presbyterian potlucks taste like the deli section at Schnucks, because that’s where everything came from. The same can often be said for Episcopal potlucks, though those are occasionally helped by wine. But the Baptists? They actually know how to cook! It’s like a cornucopia of casserole. If they didn’t already know about Jesus down at Second Baptist, I would absolutely be spreading the word in exchange for some corn casserole!
And that is very, very kind of you to say. Opining on the irrelevant is certainly one of my longest-running pastimes, so I’m beyond happy that you enjoyed it!
I definitely enjoyed your essay. You are spot on regarding pot lucks. Though our theologies might be very similar regarding Jesus, I suspect our tastes are very different regarding casseroles. Hate them. But I am very quiet about that controversial opinion. Many a church lady and one man would be very mad at me if they thought I didn’t like their casserole.
Oh man, you really picked the wrong line of work for a casserole-hater, didn’t you?!? Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me😂
I am intrigued by the one male parishioner, though! I always assumed that like Hobby Lobby, HomeGoods, and those Volvo convertibles, women were 99.999% of the reason casseroles existed. Now? I’m being forced to re-think that assumption!
In the long process of discerning my calling in ministry, a serious concentrated effort taking 6 months, not once did I think of casseroles as being an important part of ministry. Not once. I blame my mentors for that blatant oversight.
As to the one male parishioner, don’t concern yourself. In all my years as pastor it was the church ladies that provided the casseroles. The one guy is, well, an oddball in just about every way. A good man, but still…..he’s constantly providing me with recipes. So he’s an outlier in the world of casseroles.