I saw a man who was obviously blind (he had the stick and everything) walking along state street. I immediately panicked and thought, "he should not be walking in the dark!!" Heh...this begs the question:
What is the difference between a blind man walking along state street during the day and a blind man walking along state street in the dark?
A: all the panicked motorists driving by
Other puzzlers of the week:
If a graphic designer leaves for a long lunch and no VP's are there to see it, does she really leave?
If my roommate's room isn't even connected in any way to mine ~ plus ~ the washer and dryer are going, why can I still hear every word of her 11:30 pm phone conversations?
why do I trust my 2 year old nephew completely with my brother's iPod touch but not with my Motorolatm phone?
sub puzzler: How does a 2 year old intuitively know how to unlock an iPod touch?
How does one purchase 90 ice cream bars in logan on her way to Bear Lake if she is traveling on a sunday?
ok, thanks for playing.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
part 4 of 364
Things that keep Melissa alive:
part 4: Singing at the top of her lungs.
Lately, I have had a return visit from my old anxiety stomach friend. I tell you...some friends just won't take the cold shoulder hint. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one with a strained relationship with him. Some refer to him as "pit"...like a pit in your stomach, I guess. I think that is a fitting description of him. This "pit" is the worst of all friends...he keeps me up late at night and then wakes me up early with sharp stomach pains just to remind me all the things I have to worry about in life. Sometimes he gets me up so early, I could cook myself a 7 course breakfast before heading off to work. Too bad "pit" takes away any appetite I might have for waffles and bacon.
Yesterday was particularly a bad day for me and Pit (he's now a pronoun). He gave me runny tummy (for lack of a better term, sorry) in the morning after he insisted on a 5am wake up call, and then took away my appetite for the remainder of the day. It wasn't until the evening that I found something that scares him off: My singing.
I used to play guitar every night before bed for like 10 years straight. I found it mellowed me before bed. Then I moved out of my parent's house 4 years ago and realized that my roommates probably wouldn't be quite as accepting of loud guitar and yelling at 11pm....so I stopped. Is it a coincidence that Pit showed up at that same time?
I've been playing more again lately...as I've gotten more brave to play around roommates. Last night, I decided to look up some songs by an artist I'm rediscovering. I was happy to find 3 different songs of hers that I could learn in basically one pass. They were so easy! One unfortunately had a DADDAD tuning which requires a little effort to transition the guitar to and from, but once you are there it's super easy! Plus~ it allows me to sing at the top of my lungs and that keeps Pit at bay and me alive.
Here's the song I learned with the different tuning:
part 4: Singing at the top of her lungs.
Lately, I have had a return visit from my old anxiety stomach friend. I tell you...some friends just won't take the cold shoulder hint. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one with a strained relationship with him. Some refer to him as "pit"...like a pit in your stomach, I guess. I think that is a fitting description of him. This "pit" is the worst of all friends...he keeps me up late at night and then wakes me up early with sharp stomach pains just to remind me all the things I have to worry about in life. Sometimes he gets me up so early, I could cook myself a 7 course breakfast before heading off to work. Too bad "pit" takes away any appetite I might have for waffles and bacon.
Yesterday was particularly a bad day for me and Pit (he's now a pronoun). He gave me runny tummy (for lack of a better term, sorry) in the morning after he insisted on a 5am wake up call, and then took away my appetite for the remainder of the day. It wasn't until the evening that I found something that scares him off: My singing.
I used to play guitar every night before bed for like 10 years straight. I found it mellowed me before bed. Then I moved out of my parent's house 4 years ago and realized that my roommates probably wouldn't be quite as accepting of loud guitar and yelling at 11pm....so I stopped. Is it a coincidence that Pit showed up at that same time?
I've been playing more again lately...as I've gotten more brave to play around roommates. Last night, I decided to look up some songs by an artist I'm rediscovering. I was happy to find 3 different songs of hers that I could learn in basically one pass. They were so easy! One unfortunately had a DADDAD tuning which requires a little effort to transition the guitar to and from, but once you are there it's super easy! Plus~ it allows me to sing at the top of my lungs and that keeps Pit at bay and me alive.
Here's the song I learned with the different tuning:
Monday, June 08, 2009
best way to get people to come to your reception
On the invitation, it simply stated:
"There will be a receiving line from 6:30-7:00
Please be in your seats for the show at 7:00
the receiving line will resume from 8:00-8:30"
Show?! what is the show?
Ok, I had to go just to ease my curiosity.
Awkward melissa moment: my name wasn't actually on the invitation. But I went anyway because I was so curious (hoping that they just sent it to the wrong address and assumed I got it). But when I gave the bride a hug, she was like "oh, I sent you an invitation and it came back in the mail as undeliverable..."
"oh...good thing I decided to crash your reception anyway!"
"There will be a receiving line from 6:30-7:00
Please be in your seats for the show at 7:00
the receiving line will resume from 8:00-8:30"
Show?! what is the show?
Ok, I had to go just to ease my curiosity.
Awkward melissa moment: my name wasn't actually on the invitation. But I went anyway because I was so curious (hoping that they just sent it to the wrong address and assumed I got it). But when I gave the bride a hug, she was like "oh, I sent you an invitation and it came back in the mail as undeliverable..."
"oh...good thing I decided to crash your reception anyway!"
Monday, June 01, 2009
weekend: signs of spring
Went to my sister-in-law's (something tells me it's supposed to be sister's-in-law...but oh well) graduation from Westminster college. My favorite moments of the day long celebration:
1- The bird that pooped on my shirt* (including an undigested worm) with incredible aim...right in the center of my chest.
2- When my brother and sister-in-law footed our brunch fee and my mom bought my dinner for me.
3- The more than 50% of the graduates that were "cum laude". First of all, how does that work?! Second, wouldn't you feel like a loser when you're in the minority because you're not cum laude?
4- The girl who had soccer cleats around her neck instead of honors ropes.
5- All the professors who could not hood the masters students without gagging them...every time.
6- The 40 minutes total of bagpipe music as the graduates and professors took the longest time possible to march to and from their seats.
7- There's always that one girl that insists on hitting the uber high note at the end of the star spangled banner when performing it.
8- Sitting by my friend Catherine at church the next day when she leans over and announces: "I went to a 3 hour graduation yesterday!!..."
* the same shirt I threw up all over a month ago...I think that shirt hates me.
1- The bird that pooped on my shirt* (including an undigested worm) with incredible aim...right in the center of my chest.
2- When my brother and sister-in-law footed our brunch fee and my mom bought my dinner for me.
3- The more than 50% of the graduates that were "cum laude". First of all, how does that work?! Second, wouldn't you feel like a loser when you're in the minority because you're not cum laude?
4- The girl who had soccer cleats around her neck instead of honors ropes.
5- All the professors who could not hood the masters students without gagging them...every time.
6- The 40 minutes total of bagpipe music as the graduates and professors took the longest time possible to march to and from their seats.
7- There's always that one girl that insists on hitting the uber high note at the end of the star spangled banner when performing it.
8- Sitting by my friend Catherine at church the next day when she leans over and announces: "I went to a 3 hour graduation yesterday!!..."
* the same shirt I threw up all over a month ago...I think that shirt hates me.
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