I don’t know about you, but I get inspired by all sorts of things, many of them downright weird.

I love to listen to people talk. I overheard one of my coworkers the other day, “It’s like having sex on a bicycle. You never forget.” As my husband put it, “That’s f-ed up. And down. And up. And down….” I bet you can get a story out of that.

Or the quote that kept running through my head last week. “This is my blog. There are many like it, but this one is mine.” Any fans of Full Metal Jacket out there? My husband loves the movie, which means I love the movie (whether I really do or not). Actually it’s pretty good, when I’m in the mood for that sort of thing.

Sometimes I think about the people I’ve known, the stories I tell. Like the time the dog tore out the arm of the couch when I was in the bathroom. Or the neighbor who tormented her, with complete disregard for his own safety. He once put his face only a couple inches from hers while I had her out on the leash.He didn’t seem to mind that I could barely hold her, or that she was snarling and completely enraged by his teasing. What an idiot he was!

Or how about the coworker who married a woman he’d seen in person off and on for a week; she worked at a resort where he was staying. After a few phone calls, he married her and set about trying to get her in the country. I couldn’t help but wonder about that.

Or my grandmother, the mother of nine children, about twenty years from oldest to youngest. And she happened to be one of the most patient people I’ve ever known. I guess she had to be.

Or our family friend, who totaled her husband’s car because she was sick of his drinking. Did I mention she used a hammer to total it? He sat in the house and watched, too afraid to try to stop her. I wouldn’t have tried to stop her either!

I bet you’ve got some stories that would make great stories as well.