Sunday, November 12, 2006
Sunday Puzzler
Challenge from Nov. 12: From Doug Heller of Flourtown, Pennsylvania: Name a famous person in American politics, five letters in the first name, six letters in the last. You can rearrange this to spell the names of two countries, one of them five letters and the other six. The five-letter one is the current name of a country, the six letter one is an old name for a country, but both are well known. Who is the politician and what are the countries?
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Humor is Relative
While I think that making fun of your husband in print may be in poor taste, I know that asking him to re-create a humorous event only so that you may add art to your account of it is a bit mean. Despite that, I have done both.
Coming home tonight I noticed my blowdryer was percariously perched atop the toilet, and a quick glance in the mirror reminded me that I had been far too lazy to have used it this morning. Naturally I wondered if Bryan had used it - which is not unusual when his hair is long - but is out of character when he is sporting the short cut he has now. I forgot about it until later when I knocked the damn thing off.
When he came to the door to inquire about the crash, I asked Bryan if he used the appliance to dry his hair and he sheepishly said "no." After a brief pause he explained that when he went to use the bathroom earlier in the day, he found the seat to be too cold...
Monday, November 06, 2006
Answers!
You may highlight the answer lines to view them - this way if you are still working on the Puzzle it will not be spoiled!
The answer to the 10/29 Sunday Puzzler is:
Rachel Carson and Nora Charles
The answer to the 11/5 Sunday Puzzler is:
The Tell-Tale Heart
The answer to the 10/29 Sunday Puzzler is:
Rachel Carson and Nora Charles
The answer to the 11/5 Sunday Puzzler is:
The Tell-Tale Heart
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Sunday Puzzler
Alas, Sunday is once again upon us. Here is the Sunday Puzzler. I already know the answer. My husband solved it quite quickly. It was impressive. I will wait to post the answer for a bit.
"Take the word lather. Rearrange the letters and repeat them as often as necessary to name a famous literary work in 16 letters. Hint: The title of this literary work has three words, one of which is hyphenated. Name this famous literary work."
"Take the word lather. Rearrange the letters and repeat them as often as necessary to name a famous literary work in 16 letters. Hint: The title of this literary work has three words, one of which is hyphenated. Name this famous literary work."
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
House Hunting
On a whim today I stopped at a house that was for rent/sale. I have passed this particular dwelling frequently and each time I try to convince myself that I like it, as it is positioned in such close proximity to friends/work that it would be a shame not to at least look into moving there.
As fate would have it I was taking a walk at the same time that the owner of the vacant home was outside "fixing it up." Not one to ignore such clear signals, I approached him spewing some generic banter about the great neighborhood, and he responded with suspicious enthusiasm.
Not having moved from the sidewalk (who am I kidding, this is not Hosmer, there are no sidewalks), I was immediately concerned with his insistence that he was "an honest man." In fact, no more honest a man could likely be found in all the land. He even offered to provide me a list of those who would be willing to attest to this. I was perplexed, wondering if in someway my chatter had indicated to him that I found him untrustworthy. In any case, the more he spoke, the less I believed.
Still trying to talk myself into a business deal with the "honest" man, he offered me a tour and I readily agreed. One step through the front door was enough to set me straight.
I should say for the record that our friends live only two buildings down from this house, and they have the CUTEST place!
This place was awful. That is no exaggeration. It was OH MY GOD, Where is the Hidden Camera, AWFUL.
The fireplace had not been cleaned since the Korean War (more on that conflict later). There were randomly placed dry-walled walls with wood paneling that failed to stretch floor to ceiling. The division between the kitchen and the dining room consisted of a wall with an opening cut out about counter level, and wood shutters, which were permanently shut and which did not completely fill the opening in height.
The bathroom had a pink tub that was likely too small for a footbath and a sink cabinet with mismatched doors. The lighting was poor, the cabinets did not close properly and that bathroom fixtures were rusted.
The best part was the kitchen itself. Try if you can to imagine this:
To the right there is a side-by-side refrigerator (which the "landlord" humorously, and appropriately, called a "double wide") seated against a short section of counters that formed a corner. As you round the corner the counter is interrupted by the oldest stove I have ever seen, which is pressed neatly against - wait for it- a dryer! The dryer is, of course, next to the washer. All in the tiny kitchen!
The landlord suggested that if we were interested he would happily help us install a plastic partition for the purpose of keeping any cooking grease off of the clean clothes. A practical solution!
It seems the gentleman who last lived in this place was a bit bizarre, as when I toured the "storage area" located under the "car port" (read: slats over driveway), it was infested with crickets. Noticing my frightened reaction, "Dwayne" explained that the former tenant bred (?) the insects to sell as fishing bait.
Needless to say, we are staying put on Overland.
As fate would have it I was taking a walk at the same time that the owner of the vacant home was outside "fixing it up." Not one to ignore such clear signals, I approached him spewing some generic banter about the great neighborhood, and he responded with suspicious enthusiasm.
Not having moved from the sidewalk (who am I kidding, this is not Hosmer, there are no sidewalks), I was immediately concerned with his insistence that he was "an honest man." In fact, no more honest a man could likely be found in all the land. He even offered to provide me a list of those who would be willing to attest to this. I was perplexed, wondering if in someway my chatter had indicated to him that I found him untrustworthy. In any case, the more he spoke, the less I believed.
Still trying to talk myself into a business deal with the "honest" man, he offered me a tour and I readily agreed. One step through the front door was enough to set me straight.
I should say for the record that our friends live only two buildings down from this house, and they have the CUTEST place!
This place was awful. That is no exaggeration. It was OH MY GOD, Where is the Hidden Camera, AWFUL.
The fireplace had not been cleaned since the Korean War (more on that conflict later). There were randomly placed dry-walled walls with wood paneling that failed to stretch floor to ceiling. The division between the kitchen and the dining room consisted of a wall with an opening cut out about counter level, and wood shutters, which were permanently shut and which did not completely fill the opening in height.
The bathroom had a pink tub that was likely too small for a footbath and a sink cabinet with mismatched doors. The lighting was poor, the cabinets did not close properly and that bathroom fixtures were rusted.
The best part was the kitchen itself. Try if you can to imagine this:
To the right there is a side-by-side refrigerator (which the "landlord" humorously, and appropriately, called a "double wide") seated against a short section of counters that formed a corner. As you round the corner the counter is interrupted by the oldest stove I have ever seen, which is pressed neatly against - wait for it- a dryer! The dryer is, of course, next to the washer. All in the tiny kitchen!
The landlord suggested that if we were interested he would happily help us install a plastic partition for the purpose of keeping any cooking grease off of the clean clothes. A practical solution!
It seems the gentleman who last lived in this place was a bit bizarre, as when I toured the "storage area" located under the "car port" (read: slats over driveway), it was infested with crickets. Noticing my frightened reaction, "Dwayne" explained that the former tenant bred (?) the insects to sell as fishing bait.
Needless to say, we are staying put on Overland.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Puzzler
I wake up every Sunday morning anxiously awaiting the release of the
Sunday Puzzler. In an attempt to spread the joy, I will begin sharing these with you here.
Challenge from October 29: Name a well-known writer of the 20th century, now deceased... an author of bestselling non-fiction. There are six letters in the first name and six in the last. Remove the letter "C" somewhere from this name. The remaining letters can be rearranged to name a famous fictional detective with four letters in the first name and seven in the last. What names are these?
I will post the answer when I figure it out, or next Sunday when it is revealed - whichever comes first.
Sunday Puzzler. In an attempt to spread the joy, I will begin sharing these with you here.
Challenge from October 29: Name a well-known writer of the 20th century, now deceased... an author of bestselling non-fiction. There are six letters in the first name and six in the last. Remove the letter "C" somewhere from this name. The remaining letters can be rearranged to name a famous fictional detective with four letters in the first name and seven in the last. What names are these?
I will post the answer when I figure it out, or next Sunday when it is revealed - whichever comes first.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Don't give up on me.
Hello my blog reading friends. Thank you for sticking by me through my quiet times. I have appreciated it.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Doe Snot
I work as an Internet representative and my typing skills are only mediocre. Isn't it ironic? Ususally there is one word that I misspell repeatedly. Most days it is "unfortunately" - which is unfortunate. More irony. Some days it is "inconvenient" - which is quite inconvenient.
Today it is not a particular word, but rather a space. I know what you're thinking. I know that the space bar is the largest key on the keyboard. Maybe that is the problem. My anxious thumbs, which are smaller than most, are constantly jumping for it. Perhaps it is because I use longer words, leaving longer spans of idle time for my smallest digits. In any case, I continually hit the space bar too early, resulting in misspelle dwords. This is the WORST, as it cannot be automatically corrected by spell check.
It is especially detrimental when the two halves of the poorly spaced phrase are real words. If you are not careful you may change the entire tone of a message the way that I did tonight when instead of typing "does not" I typed "doe snot" (as in a female deer with a sinus problem), and did not realize it until it was too late.
I wonder how many times I have done that?
Today it is not a particular word, but rather a space. I know what you're thinking. I know that the space bar is the largest key on the keyboard. Maybe that is the problem. My anxious thumbs, which are smaller than most, are constantly jumping for it. Perhaps it is because I use longer words, leaving longer spans of idle time for my smallest digits. In any case, I continually hit the space bar too early, resulting in misspelle dwords. This is the WORST, as it cannot be automatically corrected by spell check.
It is especially detrimental when the two halves of the poorly spaced phrase are real words. If you are not careful you may change the entire tone of a message the way that I did tonight when instead of typing "does not" I typed "doe snot" (as in a female deer with a sinus problem), and did not realize it until it was too late.
I wonder how many times I have done that?
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Welcome
I hope to use this, my fourth blog, to recall and recount the many (mostly hilarious) moments in my life that I do not want to forget, and to share the humorous happenings of each day. While "Winter Tuesday" may seem a more appropriate title, given that I hate the heat of summer and have to work almost every Sunday, I chose "Summer Sunday" both because it is a lyric from a song by one of my favorite bands, and because some very funny things have happened to me on summer Sundays.
I'll tell you about them if you'll stick around awhile...
I'll tell you about them if you'll stick around awhile...
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