I am in the middle of a practice exam right now on this bright and beautiful memorial day. My office is sweltering because they don't think anyone is crazy enough to come in on a holiday. I am hot and humid. I am happy and like a bird. A pigeon maybe. I watch them out the window of my 11th story office sometimes. Thankfully, I've never wanted to be a pigeon, despite the fact that they can fly. Not my personality. I'd much rather be a hawk. Then I could eat rabbits, babbity rabbits, in the back of people's backyards. Dogs are better at eating rabbits than hawks though. At least in people's backyards. We know this from experience. Poor Alex. Scarred for life. Hmm, you shouldn't be emailing today, I think the white handbook says you're supposed to be out tracting and missionary working on holidays and Sundays because they are the best time to find Families. We are a family. That's a nice thing to be. Maybe parenting is kinda like coaching. Turning everyone into a team and having that camraderie where everyone goes out drinking afterwards, you know? Maybe you don't know. Neither do I I guess. If you take the spaces out from in between those I's and the do then it spells doll. I think I'd make a good coach, so I'd be a good parent too. That means my family could kick your family's butts. Unless they are all as tall and large in stature as you. You'll have to marry a midget so you can even it out. Someone short enough for you to dance on your knees with. Or I'll have to marry a giantess. Ugh, don't make me do that Nick. That is just not a pleasant prospect.
Maybe the heat has addled my brains. It's possible that my brain is just shrinking to the size of a peapod with four peas in it anyways. One pea for seeing, one for breathing, one for typing, and one for CFAing. Oh, the CFA is a standardized test akin to the CPA (which accounting professionals have to take). It covers a myriad, a plethora, a variety, a diversity of topics difficult for the mind to comprehend. From statistics to financial statement analysis to ethics to valuation techniques to company analysis to fixed income trading and derivatives. I think the people that do derivatives must be the most clever (although they are the ones that attempted to destroy our economy 4 years ago) because they use greek characters, like alpha, delta, vega, and gamma. I don't even know what that means. I kinda skipped that session. I'm going to mark 'b' on the exam and hope it works.
I think I should get back to my practice exam now. ♪And it's off to the races again♪ (Did you know that Newsies is the movie that Christian Bale is most embarassed of being in? But he did say it had a strong cult following. This was referring to Mormons.)
Ciao, ta-ta, adios (le pido), hasta la vista (baby. baby baby baby ohhhh!!!!) umm, that last part was a mistake. My fingers didn't know what they were doing. I don't even know that song. I promise. I don't have Bieber fever. Of course not.
Life is good! Bye!
From Nick
Wow. That was quite the interesting read. I don't even know fully how to respond to that. It sounds somewhat akin to what I write like, occasionally, but you bounced around a lot. We've seen a few hawks here. We saw one attack a big dumb crow in midair with a swooping dive. Pretty awesome. Then it just flew away. And as you noted, we aren't emailing on Memorial Day. But instead the day after. And just because you said that I'll have to marry someone who is not a midget. Although a giantess as a sister in law is something I'm not quite sure about. Maybe if she's nice. I quite liked your peapod analogy. It seems like it fits at the moment. And that test sounds mean. Quite mean. It sounds like several years of college mixed in one big mezcla and then given to unknowing people. You are seriously crazy today. I already wrote the good stuff in the main email. So you'll read that when it comes. But you should continue being good. Argentina, here I come.
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