1. What song they’ll play when I come up to bat when I become a professional baseball player.
Seriously, so many things to work out on this one: classic rock or something trendy? what genre? with vocals or just something with a good beat? And even once I find the right song, I then have to find the right 7-second splice… seriously, this has been a quandary that has lasted for years. My answer has bounced around but never settled on anything permanently. I’m open to suggestions.
2. How there’s a distinct possibility that I will share the same profile as my 5-months pregnant sister when we go to the beach this summer.
I’ve directed a great deal of emotional and mental energy towards this one. Strangely, none of this has really translated into physical action… (:
3. Whether or not I’d be able to escape through the roof of the elevator if the cab ever gets stuck.
I’m pretty sure I ponder this every time I’m riding up to work in the morning. That movie that floated around the internet a couple months ago of the guy who got stuck for more than 2 days didn’t help. Also, I have a tendency to get a little concerned on the days I wear skirts and heels because it would seriously suck to have my escape impeded by attire.
4. How they are going to need to ramp up the production of yield signs when I am in charge of the world.
Seriously, I hope the incumbent sign making companies have created a scalable process, because I fully intend to replace at least 80% of the world’s stop signs with yield signs. I have determined that the requirement to come to a complete stop (especially in suburbia) is unnecessary. Really, you just need to make sure you’re not about to collide with anything and you’re good to go. Stopping: it wastes gas, it wastes time, and it drives me crazy. Get ready to start seeing more yellow in your local landscapes.
5. How it’s possible that a certain somebody taking a trip to Colombia today (FOR FUN…) might be kidnapped by FARC rebels and never make it back to the United States.
Seriously, come back alive or I’ll kill you myself…
Who’s headed for Colombia? And for the longest time I couldn’t understand why Dante Bichette’s (back in the good ol’ days of the Blake Street Bombers) song going up to bat was “Snake Charmer”. I turned to Cory and was like, “Why in the world did he pick THAT song?” and he’s like, “Because it’s SLEDGEHAMMER and not SNAKE CHARMER you moron.” Except he’s too nice to call me a moron, so he just laughed at me instead.
Ha, me too with #1. It’s STRESSFUL!
Haha… I’ll help you kill him yourself. And sign my neighborhood for about 50 of the new yield signs fresh off the new production. In 10,000 times I’ve stopped in this neighborhood, I have waited for another car like twice. Let’s start a campaign… Suburban Americans for Responsible Yielding.
@kristy: you can probably guess who… : )
@nicole: going to the game tonight - hope I can get some inspiration!
@dan: I’m planning our first SARY meeting now - you and Shannon are in charge of refreshments!
Welp, I made it back!
My song is: Swizz Beats - It’s Me Snitches.
First 7 seconds… the editing kinda takes care of itself.