I always wanted to be a magician. Unfortuately, I had really clumsy sleight-of-hand skills and most magic tricks seemed too large for little girl hands.
Abra cadabra peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!
That didn’t stop me from trying. This was a magic kit I got as a gift one year. My favorite magic item EVER, however, was a Harry Blackstone set that came with a gigantic hard cover book and a pimpin’ cassette tape.
The shirt says “Atlantic City, NJ.” The button says, “I believe in magic.”
Hey look…it’s the Friday Five! This week’s topic is Comparisons. 1. What’s something you do more quickly than most people?
I can type between 80-90 words per minute which is not as fast as some people, but a heck of a lot more impressive than most. When I as a freshman in high school, my mom made me take a full year of typing instead of a half year like most of my peers. It’s paid off in spades, since I sit at a keyboard all day.
I could probably type faster if I didn’t mentally say the name of every letter I’m typing. The only time I can turn that off is when I’m chatting online and don’t much care about accuracy.
2. What’s something you do more carelessly than most people?
Hairstyling. I can’t be bothered with it. I brush it, pin it back and am done with it. Today I have four bobby pins keeping my bangs back off of my face.
3. What’s something you do more slowly than most people?
Cook and bake. I have to be exacting with my measurements, and I often have to read the instructions two or three times before I realize that it’s 1 1/2 cups instead of 1/2 cup. Yeah, there’s probably a learning disorder in there somewhere.
4. What’s something you do more carefully than most people?
See Question 3.
5. In what contexts are you more patient than most people?
Talking people through websites over the phone. I deal with quite a few older readers at work who can’t find the C-P’s website and it’s an exercise in patience.** I hope when I’m old and I need help auto-tuning the info chip implaned in my brain some young’un is just as patient with me.
** Fictional, albeit typical, work phone call:
Me: Type in CourierPostOnline.com Abe Vigoda: Courier dot post dot com. Got it. Oh, no, can’t find it. Not there. Me: Nono…courierpostonline DOT com. Just one dot. Abe: courierpost dot com. Hm. This ain’t it. Me: Try courierPostONLINE dot com. Abe: I am online. Me: Sir, can you hold for a moment? Abe: Sure. Me: (Puts phone on hold, smashes head onto desk a la Don Music. I resume the call only to find out Abe’s looking for an obit from 1918 of some guy with the first name of Jack. Or John. Or maybe Jim.)
Today the Advertising Director took the department out bowling. Even me!
See, I’m not a sales rep, so while I don’t have to deal with sales goals, I never get to do anything fun.
So we went bowing at Pinsetter in Pennsauken, one of the nicest bowling alleys I’ve been to in SJ. And I’ve been to MANY bowling alleys (Having been a VARSITY High School bowler and all).
I hadn’t been bowling for … 4 or 5 years now. Wow.
The first game was gimmicky, with instructions like “throw the ball down the alley backward between your legs” and “use this blindfold.” My score in the first game was a paltry 58, bolstered by a strike I rolled after spinning around three times.
The secret to that? Spot your turns like figure skaters do. Less dizzy.
Anyway, I bowled a 110 in game 2. Far from my old average of 169, but I’ll take it.
Have I mentioned I haven’t been bowling in 4 or 5 years?
I am in SUCH pain right now. Ohmigoshouch.
If you need me tomorrow, I’ll be crumpled up underneath my desk.
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Chip is doing well. His blood tests came back okay. Now it’s just a waiting game to see it it happens again. It may never happen again. Which is what I’m praying for.
