Pros and Cons #1

OF HAVING 3 ARMS

Pros:

Doing your hair would be a lot easier - especially braiding, or wielding a roundbrush, comb, AND hairdryer simultaneously!

You could hold three light sabers at the same time! (and if they’re double-bladed, that’s 6 BLADES --- almost as cool as Darth Grevious)

You could walk more dogs

If you were a surgeon, that would be real helpful

Then you would have 5 limbs (not counting your head), so you could make a pentagon out of a loop of string, instead of just the current, boring square. (<--- delete from your memory, pretty weak)

PIANO! It would be SUCH an advantage. It would be difficult to adjust the music, but if you worked at it, the rewards could be momentous.

Cons:

More fingernails to take care of

More time spent shaving (Would you get anther armpit?)

You’d have to relearn how to type (or just let the third arm dangle uselessly)

Where would it go?
        Sternum? If so, can’t sleep on your stomach, bummer.
        Back? Can’t sleep on back
        Somewhere else? Not symmetrical. Annoying.

You may be shunned (unless EVERYONE started to do it!)

How would this affect your ability to hug people?




SO... you get to decide for yourself if this would be worth it to you. This blog is not a site of indoctrination, but rather a forum for information to be presented - in an unbiased way. Appreciate how fair I have been, giving equal numbers of pros as cons. Please soak in the arguments, then ponder it, consider it, deeply deliberate within your heart. Then report back.

You’re welcome for the intellectual stimulation!

Secret Fear...

Every time I crack an egg for baking, scrambling, frying, after boiling, or basically EVER... I'm secretly scared that a lifeless, wet, heaving, squishy-sound-making, disgusting, half-formed chick corpse is going to plop out. 

It bothers me to think about.

I really AM in college!

This is my first year in an apartment. I lived in the dorms last year, which was fantastic - but it's definitely different than being in an actual apartment. In an apartment, you do things like: clean, buy garbage cans, go shopping, have an actual living room, cook your own food, etc. It is quite the adventure and I am LOVING it! 

I've heard lots of crazy stories about poor college students forced into doing innovatively (<-- made that word up) clever things because of their poverty/laziness. Well, folks, I've finally got one of my own!

So... the other night, I made a cake. I had all the ingredients: a pan, a cakemix, some eggs, and some oil. Wonderful! The mix is whipped, the pan is pammed, the batter is poured, the baby is IN the oven. But wait... no frosting. Bummer. This is almost an emergency situation! I had a great parking spot, so I REALLY didn't want to leave and go to the store. Then... what?? Mehlanie is going to the store? What glorious news. I will just ask her to pick up some frosting. What a dearie. "Please get the funfetti kind!" I yelled, as she walked out of our apartment with her countenance shining radiantly because of her good deeds, "or just white, if they don't have funfetti."

What a wonderful chain of events. I get frosting, I get my parking spot, and Mehlanie gets the satisfaction of being a good friend. You might say that we had our cake, and could eat it too! But you wouldn't say that, because that would be really lame and not funny. 

Fast forward an hour >>>>> and Mehlanie is back. With the frosting. She hands it to us:

Yes, that's right. It's a tube of decorating frosting. "They didn't have the kind in a tub, so I had to get this kind."

**Moment of awkwardish silence**

Bah ha! So great. Kelsey and I are pumped to decorate this sucker. Here are some pictures of the lovely product. It's a real college-y masterpiece. Enjoy:

One word: birdpoop

This picture would be a lot cooler if you could see that I was squeezing the tube of frosting!!

Precious, Kels!

Yes, that's right. I'm too cheap to serve cake on an ENTIRE paper plate! The pieces were served on 1/4 plates. I am that cool.

Obviously it was a big hit with roommates and next-door-neighbors alike.

He'll be there

Let's add something ELSE to the list of things that make me cry (bellow like a birthing cow).

This Pepsi commercial from 1992 is a masterpiece. I've never cried harder at a commercial before. Not even that one that tells the story of the little girl who grows up and eventually gets married and has a daddy/daughter dance at her reception - all with American Express helping her throughout her life. And THAT is saying something.

This clip shows 3 slightly different versions. I can't stop watching it - it's really, really beautiful, and touching, and even: precious. I can't gush enough. Just watch!