I know all of you have been wondering how my mind works. This next little exercise will give you a glimpse of the madness. My mother got a free subscription to Hallmark with hers so she gave it to me. I'm about 15-20 years too young for it, but it still hasn't run out so I got this this month. Every time I see the cover I see the phrase let's get allergy!
Specifially when I see the bottom of the page, this section, before I can read "let's all get merry!" I see let's get allergy.
My mind picks of these letters and ignores the rest.
This is what my mind see, while the rest of you see let's get merry. Minus all the white blocks.
Now I realize the word allergy is spelled wrong to all y'all but order really makes no difference in my mind, but I rearranged the letters properly for you. So this is what I see.
Just so you know, order makes no matter in mind. I had to teach it to my mind as a young 5th grader in tutoring, how to care about what order people put letters and numbers in. And then I had reteach myself that number order REALLY does matter when you are doing algebra, geometry, calculus etc. In fact I taught myself so well, I actually forget until something like this magazine cover happens, that my mind sees letters before it sees words. And various letters jump out and form new words before I see the original written words. Who would have thought that young little 5th grader who only saw letters not words would have ever got a political science college degree heavy in reading and writing? Life turns out crazy huh?
Friday, October 5, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
The title of this blog is not a typo, at least not this time. Two and half years ago my mother made me an iphoto book with my engagement pictures it in, and accidentally missed spelled hapilly. So now, I do not live happily, I live hapilly. I've done it all achieved everything there is to achieve in a mormon girl's life. I got married, had a baby, and graduated from college. K, so thats not everything, but isn't a baby and a husband what every girl's camp dream was ever about. Mine weren't about that, according to my plans currently I would be taking the summer off after graduation before I started law school. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, an 18 year old version of myself in her first week of college met a RM. And now four years later I am a political scientist who takes care of a 15 month old boy full time. And this blog is devoted to my housewife thoughts...like the fact you always know its been a good day when you have been able to use 3 out of the 4 Cutco knives.
I decided the time has come to turn to the blog side. I read my sister in laws' blogs enough and comment enough that the time has come to start my own. I'm sure my husband will be dismayed, but it was inevitable. (He is the one that moved me next to and beneath them for two years. Those two years make up 9% of my life, and almost 100% of my married life, so its a good portion of influence. ) Plus his biggest complaint is that people should be following the prophet and writing in their journals, not blogging. And I do write in my journal, so I'm saved from the sin of blogging, right?