The Puzzle

One of my friends,Patty, introduced me to a game. In this game you follow Professor Layton and his little apprentice Luke. There's some mystery about some town and to figure it out you have to solve all these little puzzles along the way. A few weeks ago I bought the new one, Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box(or something like that). For three days I would spend several hours of extreme frustration over a certain puzzle.

You have to move this pile of trash from the top part of the puzzle to the trash can on the bottom, while moving and shifting little blocks around and out of the way. I spent HOURS screaming at my DS, pleading with it, determined to figure this little bastard out. Before I was on the verge of pulling my hair out, I solved it. Oh happy day I solved that damn puzzle.

In my extreme excitement and happiness I texted the boyfriend to tell him I solved that super hard puzzle. He, being the curious guy he is, said he wanted to try the puzzle the next time he came to visit. So when he did I handed him the DS and smuggly sat next to him, watching over his shoulder and thinking to myself...ha, he's doing it wrong..he shouldn't move that piece there...

Four minutes later...he solved it. FOUR MINUTES LATER. Not only is he cute, he's mega smart too. I hate that game.

The Clumsy Girl Chronicles

I’m a clumsy girl. So far this week I’ve managed to almost lose an eye, get run over by a car trying to park, and verbally embarrassed myself at the store I work. I’ve been told a few times I should consider living in a bubble. Tempting but I don’t think I could deal with everyone laughing at me every time I get stuck in a door.

Let’s start with me almost losing my eye. I was in the stock room at work getting a metal pole type thing to hang a few pairs of jeans on for a display. I tripped slightly (for me it was slightly…) and as I reached my hands forward to brace myself the pole type thing got me right under the eye. Just a half inch more and I would only have to put make up on one eye. I would have gotten a bad ass eye patch though…

How does one get almost run over by a car that’s trying to park? I was walking out of the eye doctor’s office when I heard my text message alert go off. Walking and digging in my purse at the same time I didn’t notice the cement stopper that is used to keep cars from parking too far. I tripped, phone in hand, when I glanced up and noticed there’s a giant red SUV heading right for me. Quick like a gazelle on the African plain after hearing the faint footsteps of its predator nearby, I leapt to the side and survived. Ok, well actually it was more like me thinking SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT and then awkwardly jumping to the side only to run into my own car.

And saving the best for last…

I was at work dressing a mannequin when I noticed she was stuck on the rod she stands on. I pulled and pulled, my hands awkwardly placed on her stumpy little legs when I said, a little too loudly for all to hear, ‘I can’t get her off!’ One of my bosses walked by giggling, ‘That’s what HE said!’ It took a minute for me to realize what I said…

The Adventures of Rosie and Maya

Maya and the Metro Card

I came to DC to visit with my family that I haven't seen in over a year and was given a metro card and a new travel buddy, my step sister Maya. Today was our first day venturing out into the DC area on our own and had a few little mishaps.

The first mishap was not checking the bus schedule before we left the house. It was only a 30 minute wait but still, it's hot out and I can't stand the heat. I much prefer the chilliness of air conditioning. At least we know for tomorrow to check the bus schedule.

Mishap number two was Maya. The way the metro card works is that when you get on the bus there is a censor pad and right in the middle of the pad is a picture of the metro card. You place your metro card on top, it makes a beeping noise, money is deducted from the card, and you go find a seat on the bus. Maya did not get this memo and this next moment will forever be referred to as the 'double, double, toil and trouble' moment. Unsure of where to put her card she did several large circles around the pad (which to her looked like she was stering around herown concocktion in a coldroun) until after about 2 minutes when the bus driver pointed on the pad where she had to place the card.

Mishap number three was also Maya. Another way this silly little metro card works is when you get off the subway you have to scan it. As I approached the scanner machine(that also doubles as a barracade) I pulled the metro card out of my pocket, swiped it over the censor pad, and went through the barracade. Maya didn't see my ninja metro card movement and figured she could just walk through. And she would have made it if the barracade hadn't closed on her.

'Rosie, how did you get through?'

'I paid...."

And with a large crowd of people standing behind her, she fished through her purse to get her metro card and made her way through the barracade.

Who knows what will be in store for us tomorrow as the adventure continues when we visit Georgetown.

The Shocking Electric Fence

I was walking along a road in this tiny town in Ireland with a new friend, Tracy. After having spent the last 20 minutes walking we decided to take a small break and took a seat on the stone wall nearby that separated the road from a nearby empty field. Tracy was about to jump over the short stone wall so she could sit in the green grass when she noticed the electric fence. She asked if I thought it was a real electric fence and I just shrugged my shoulders assuming it was...I mean who would put up a pretend electric fence?

She then pointed out that the field was empty and who put up an electric fence for an empty field. Now she had peeked my curiosity.... why would someone use a real electric fence for an empty field. I leaned over the wall a little bit, fully intended to just barely touch the fence. But then I chickened out. What if it was a really strong electric shock..that would be an interesting phone call to my mom.

"Uh, Mrs. Yahn? Well, Rosie touched an electric fence and well the shock was so strong that her heart stopped."

And then my mom will just sigh loudly while shaking her head, "Yup, that sounds like something she would do..."

But Tracy kept egging me on promising me that the fence was fake, just some wire to spook people from going on the field. And that was all I needed to know...

So I leaned over again, biting my lower lip in anticipation as I lowered my index finger to the wire, and my eyes shut so tightly.

My finger made contact with the wire and there was a very loud *POP* while everything went black for a brief second and the words 'Oh shit' going through my mind. I opened one eye slowly and saw Tracy's concerned face holding back a huge smile. When I nodded that I was ok she began laughing hysterically and I couldn't help but do the same. I wriggled my index finger and noticed that my elbow was hurting...that was weird.

The Pink Sock

The big student village has one small laundry room and about 1/3 of the machines are 'out of order.' Figuring that everyone has getting over their hangovers or still sleeping I decided the early afternoon would be the perfect opportunity for me to take care of the giant mountain of dirty clothes. I found a wash machine in the corner, tossed in the packet of detergent, and shoved every sock and shirt into that machine, added my money and noticed that I had 40 minutes to kill. I cleaned the kitchen. Close your mouth I know how to clean.

The cleaning took a little bit longer then I expected but considering how empty the laundry room was I didn't think anything of it. I turned the corner and saw it, a huge pile of wet clothes sitting on the floor and a bright red towel that looked awfully familiar. Damnit, I hate this place.

I picked up my towel and looked towards the washing machine. The timer on the machine showed that it had only started about 5 minutes ago, I looked from the machine to the red towel in my hands, and right back to the machine. Peering through the little window on the wash machine, an evil little smirk spread across my face.

I took my towel and all of my other clothes that were sitting on the floor and shoved them into the dryer. Before closing the door I made sure I had what I needed, closed it, added my money, and hit the button for colors.

I made sure no one was around and then opened the wash machine and dropped my gift to my new friend. Lucky for me this ass hat was washing white clothes. Unlucky for him, I lost one of my bright pink socks last time I did laundry and the other one was looking for a new home.

Enjoy your new pink clothes, Bitch.

The Final Countdown

Flash Countdown

Missing Frying Pan

I walked into the kitchen, my stomache grumbling as I pushed the heavy door open. I wasn't even sure what I was going to make but from the sound my stomach just made it had to be soon. Opening the fridge I noticed some chicken breasts that I could fry up and there were some veggies that I could use as well. I pulled everything that I needed out of the fridge and set it on the counter as I glanced over looking for my frying pan. But where was it?

The last time I used the frying pan I had washed it up and put it with my other drying dishes near the sink. Unfortunately, all I saw over there was a plate, two glasses, and my silverware. I opened the cubbard and only saw my food. I opened the shelves and found a few pots staring back at me. But where in the hell did my one and only frying pan go?

After about 20 minutes of looking in every shelf and cubbard I opted for a little juice break. I took a glass from the counter and when I opened the fridge I found it. My frying pan was sitting on the second shelf, my roommates shelf. And what the hell? Has this kid ever heard of a bowl? Inside my frying pan was a combination of lettuce, tomatoes, and croutons...why was a salad in my frying pan when there were so many clean bowls on the counter?

Still slightly confused I took my pan out of the fridge and dumped the contents into a bowl. I then went to my room and wrote a nice note and put it on the bowl, cleaned off my pan, and made my food.

'Dear roommate,
The frying pan is for frying.
Salads go in bowls.'