Hellooo. Here I am: tired, but ready to blog. This week, we've got the hefty sum of 23 cents to spend. Now, reader, I know what you're thinking. With the current state of the economy, there's no way I could buy anything for 23 cents! But I am here to prove you wrong. Behold.
With 23¢, you could:
Put 1/15 gallon of gasoline into your car. That's 8.5 ounces, or a little more than one cup.
Buy 5.75 Haribo gummy bears (~4¢/bear).
Ride a 3-wheeled auto rickshaw in India for 1 hour.
Pay the tax on your purchase of this 2004 Kennedy half dollar.
Buy this handy dandy laminated card printed with the important holidays of 2008.
Sometimes I read things on other people's websites or blogs that I really want to share. So, I think, on Mondays, I'll post material that is not my own, but borrowed.
ma·raud
v.
to roam or go around in quest of plunder.
For today, I bring to you a selection of various similes from high school students' essays:
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.
Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
And... my personal favorite:
He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
OK, OK. Here we go. This week we've got $5.99 to spend. hm.
With $5.99 you could...
Buy one box of Quaker's Oats & Honey oatmeal. Or, if you're Melody, I suppose you could buy a box of the Oats, Honey, & Raisins type.
Run over to City Convenience and buy 39 individual Charleston Chews and freeze 'em (they taste the best frozen. Actually, MMM (my roommates!), there's a box of them in the freezer if you'd like!).
Buy your future daughter this obnoxious looking cheerleader PJ shirt (includes matching scrunchie!).
Buy a used, but like-new, copy of this classic CD:
If you play Guild Wars, you could buy 10 Vials of Dye (White). No, seriously. You actually pay someone real money in exchange for items in a game. Below is the listing and an excerpt from the game:
And so there you have it, folks. A wide array of purchases to make with 599 pennies. Stay tuned. I'll be on time next week. And don't forget to leave your numbers in the comments :)
due to lack of my usual inspiration, genius, and vision, i have decided to postpone the walleteer wednesday post to a later date (probably tomorrow). for now, watch this... another 90's music video, brought to you by me for your viewing enjoyment.
I was talking to a relative recently, and he suggested a grand idea for this blog. Why not, once a week, take a number… and see what kinds of things you could buy with that amount of money? I see potential for both creativity nd hilarity, so I thought it would make for a good weekly post. And so, I introduce to you… Walleteer Wednesdays!
Wal`let`eer´ n. One who carries a wallet; a foot traveler; a tramping beggar.
Today, we will start with a number that I choose. In the future, I’d like to start analyzing amounts that you all suggest. So, leave your numbers in the comments.
This week, we have $48,468 in our pockets. Think with me for a moment… what could you do with such an amount?
With $48,468, you could*:
Attend Boston University for one year (exactly).
Buy 194 ipods (80 GB classics).
Invest in Google (106 shares,$455 a pop)
Hop a plane (with 2 other friends) from Boston to Paris (fly first class, of course), take a bus to the Eiffel Tower, take the elevator up to the 2nd platform, and have a fancy dinner at the Jules Verne Restaurant. Then, take the bus back to the airport and fly back to Boston (first class).
Buy an expensive puppy (like a goldendoodle) and treat it like royalty for its entire lifetime (~15 years). Don't forget to build it a $10,000 dog house.
Interesting, no?
Stay tuned for next week, and don't forget to leave numbers in the comments section.
so i've been thinking a lot about what i want to do after i graduate from college. i know i want to stay in the field of psychology... but that's quite broad. there's social work, research, clinical psych, occupational psych, etc etc. people have been telling me i should work with kids, since apparently i'm "good at it". for a while i was thinking about getting into forensic/criminal psych, but the more i think about it, the more i feel that maybe i really am supposed to be working with kids. maybe all these experiences in children's/youth ministry will actually turn out to be ones that i can use in the future. i'll keep praying.
anyway, within child psychology, there are still many areas to be involved in. for me, i feel that i have a particular burden for those who have suffered from abuse. i was thinking about this, and i remembered this song by Martina McBride. it's called Concrete Angel. i've posted the video and lyrics below. so, if you've got the time, watch the MV and read through the words... and please pray for the many, many children who fall victim to abuse daily. ---
She walks to school with the lunch she packed Nobody knows what she's holding back Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday She hides the bruises with the linen and lace
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask It's hard to see the pain behind the mask Bearing the burden of a secret storm Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night The neighbors hear, but they turn out their light A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate When morning comes, it'll be too late
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel
A statue stands in a shaded place An angel girl with an upturned face A name is written on a polished rock A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel
mm, so i wanted to post, but wasn't sure what i should post about this time around. but then, as i was snacking on my freeze-dried rambutans*, it hit me. i want to share with you the delight that fell upon me recently. while searching through my old music, i rediscovered this song--undoubtedly one of the best songs of the '90s. i provide you the video and the lyrics in hopes that you will find the same boundless joy that i have found.
You need to give it up Had about enough It's not hard to see The boy is mine I'm sorry that you Seem to be confused He belongs to me The boy is mine
Brandy: Think it's time we got this straight Sit and talk face to face There's no way you could mistake Him for your man, are you insane
Monica: See I know that you may be Just a bit jealous of me But you're blind if you can't see That his love is all in me
Brandy: See I tried to hesitate I didn't want to say what he told me He said without me he couldn't make It through the day, ain't that a shame
Monica: But maybe you misunderstood Cause I can't see how he could Wanna change something that's so good All my love was all it took (The boy is mine)
Chorus: You need to give it up Had about enough It's not hard to see The boy is mine I'm sorry that you Seem to be confused He belongs to me The boy is mine
Monica: Must you do the things you do You keep on acting like a fool You need to know it's me not you And if you didn't know it, girl, it's true
Brandy: I think that you should realize And try to understand why He is apart of my life I know it's killing you inside
Monica: You can say what you wanna say What we have you can't take From the truth you can't escape I can tell the real from the fake
Brandy: When will you get the picture You're the past, I'm the future Get away, it's my time to shine If you didn't know the boy is mine
Chorus: You need to give it up Had about enough It's not hard to see The boy is mine I'm sorry that you Seem to be confused He belongs to me The boy is mine
Monica: You can't destroy this love I've found Your silly games I won't allow The boy is mine without a doubt You might as well throw in the towel
Brandy: What makes you think that he wants you When I'm the one that brought him to The special place that's in my heart He was my love right from the start
(Monica) Give it on up (Brandy) Had about enough (Monica) It's not hard to see (Brandy) The boy is mine oh ah... (Monica) I'm sorry that you (Brandy) Seem to be confused (Monica) He belongs to me (Brandy) No no. You need to give it up (Monica) About enough (Brandy) It's not hard to see (Monica) The boy is mine (Brandy) Mine...oh mine (Monica) You seem to be confused (Brandy) He belongs to me
(Monica) The boy is mine, not yours (Brandy) But mine (Monica) Not yours (Brandy) But mine (Monica) Not yours (Brandy) But mine
I'm sorry that you Seem to be confused He belongs to me The boy is mine
*rambutan: a red, plum-sized tropical fruit with soft spines and a slightly acidic taste.
alright, alright. i'll reveal the answers, although not too many people guessed through commenting. actually, only daniel guessed. but he did get 3 out of 6 correctly (almost). (#1, #2, and partially #6). oh, and vernon guessed #4 in person... and was correct. yay.
ANSWERS:
1) kitty cat.
2) firefox logo.
3) a handful of garlic.
4) Stitch!
5) the cover of *NSYNC's Celebrity CD, obviously. :)
