tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35561561629779021232024-03-13T10:10:18.594-07:00Half Glass FullA place for feeble minds to read about feeble thingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-83020698714795803652012-04-30T20:43:00.003-07:002012-08-24T11:05:21.905-07:00MY BLOG HAS MOVED<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">To my loyal, and most beautiful and wonderful followers. I've UPGRADED! I decided to create a blog that is really worth reading. Something that isn't the incessant rant found here.<br />
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<a href="http://www.christalcollette.com/">www.christalcollette.com</a> is my new blog URL!<br />
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Ciao! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-54503490880171120512012-04-30T14:01:00.000-07:002012-04-30T14:01:30.888-07:00Manners 2.0<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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All right. Perhaps this post is being written because it's been quite the Monday. A good Monday, but Monday in traditional fashion.<br />
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I think I've posted about manners before. I'm not sure why poor manners infuriate me so. I think it is because it is a very clear indication of the downgrading morale in our society. Of the "give me, give me!" generation with their Transformers gummy snacks, and endless mind-numbing cartoons that teach nothing like Sesame St. did about 1, 2, 3, and how to treat minorities.<br />
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Moving along. Most of my posts are incited by actual events that transpire in my life. I would like to outline the few people who I encountered in Middlebury, VT today. These folks need to purchase the Rossetta Stone for Manners 2.0 STAT!<br />
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1. Jaywalking Jerk Faces (JJF for short)<br />
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I had three JJF's in front of my car today. Why are they jerks? Not because they were jaywalking (which I did plenty of at BYU-Idaho), but because they didn't give the courteous "thank you" wave. I'm sorry, but if you don't want me to turn you into New England granite pancake than you need to acknowledge that I slowed my jalopy for you to cross the street. It's just basic manners.<br />
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2. The "excuse me" Afterthought<br />
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If you aren't aware. Saying excuse me...after you've pushed me into a display of batteries in the local pharmacy is not proper manners. I'm pretty sure you're supposed to say "excuse me" BEFORE you push your giant lethargic frame into my personal bubble.<br />
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Which manners are important to you? Do you have similar stories?<br />
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Okay, enough with the depressing blog posts. It's time to get back to my selfish, cynical, and more comedic side as a writer.<br />
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Today I would like to point out the emphasis of remembering the pen. What does it mean to <i>remember the pen</i>? Well, this is a new term I've coined thanks to some poor service recently from some of our vendors at my work.<br />
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On more than one occasion a vendor has delivered something that I had to sign for, and forgot his pen. Apparently it is evident that I must be psychic and grab a pen each time the doorbell rings.<br />
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<i>Remember the pen</i> means to pay close attention to the little details of dealing with your clients. I add to this, terrible email communication.<br />
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Please don't write the body of your email in the subject line. Especially if you work for a technology company. One might say these are pet peeves, but I feel their general peeves, and quite frankly...I would like to put peeves on layaway for a day when I am less busy at the office.<br />
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Back to the pen-less vendor. When the scruffy jump suit wearing, doe eyed, 40 something year old man handed me the paper to sign, I said "Do you have a pen?"<br />
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Vendor "no"<br />
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To which I replied, "you really should have a pen on you..."<br />
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Vendor, "It's in the car."<br />
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I went to get a pen, at which point I signed the document, then I turned to him and said, "do you need this?" Yeah, it was snarky...and a bit rude. But you know what's rude? Making me walk 100ft to grab a pen because you don't care enough to remember the details.<br />
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A bit later, the Account Manager for this vendor came to visit me. She was visiting per an email I sent earlier asking for more information on something. She brought a giant book of information. All the information I could ever dream of knowing about this vendor. BUT she couldn't answer my questions. She didn't do the research, and thus wasted a good 30 more minutes of my time trying to find the answer in her big book of information. I've now learned to never have a big book of information. Also, who still carries a big book of information? Isn't that what the web is for? Show me a small page of information on an iPad.<br />
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There went 40 minutes of my life because they <i>didn't remember the pen</i>. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-63888191956442854062012-03-31T23:36:00.001-07:002012-03-31T23:36:30.825-07:00The GentleRecently VT suffered a terrible loss after a dearly loved woman was brutally murdered in a small VT town. <br />
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This struck closely to me as a woman who lives in VT. Not soon after watching some national news coverage of this event, the same news source discussed the Susan Powell case. Again a story which is one I feel strong about as I know some of the family members, and met Susan.<br />
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Neither of these woman had to die, and yet they were lost because they were the meek & gentle. They had loving, and giving hearts that saw the good in others and reached out to or stuck by men who did not deserve their good graces.<br />
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I want to speak to all woman profoundly at this juncture: be aware. <br />
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It sickens me to know that this is a world where such terrible circumstances can occur, but woman need to learn the signs of danger...and run as quickly as they can. This is no longer the age for "benefit of the doubt". You do not need to be a victim but must know that violence is never acceptable, verbal abuse should not be permitted, and you're not invincible even when trying to do good.<br />
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I ask that all woman who read this live by a simple rule: if it feels uncomfortable then turn away from that situation. Do not go back, ever. <br />
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This post is not meant to single out women as the only ones who are abused, or to discount the intelligence of anyone who has been put through such a terrible turn of events. This post is to serve as a reminder to NOT become a victim and to build an understanding of what is good and what is safe.<br />
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My thoughts and prayers are with the Jenkins & Cox families. May you find comfort and solace. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-50195501065288928132012-03-29T11:46:00.001-07:002012-03-29T11:46:29.378-07:00Salmon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My boyfriend and I were in the Natick Mall in MA. We were trying to find the PF Changs. He didn't think we needed to ask for directions. I went up to the info desk and asked "where is PF Changs?". The man behind the desk handed me a red envelope and said "upstairs to the left". In the envelope was a coupon for 30% off of our meal which ended up saving our table $20! Moral of the story...ALWAYS ask for directions.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-68527887441070582282012-02-23T14:59:00.001-08:002012-02-23T14:59:40.314-08:00If You Were My Sister<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dearest sister. I have decided to talk nonsense on your Facebook wall before I drive the hour home from work. I would like to write many things in length about life on here and feel as though today I should choose your wall. I will discuss the following...<br />
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1. What I want to eat for dinner<br />
2. How to be cool<br />
3. Where babies come from<br />
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1. I believe that tonight for dinner I will make a salad. Perhaps I will go to the store and buy one of those tubs of spinach. But here's the thing about those tubs of spinach...they go bad quickly. So perhaps I will choose romaine. I will push aside the grandma that's reaching for the last baggy, and I will take it, put it in my cart, and feel no remorse. What shall I add to my salad sister?<br />
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2. Being cool is an art. No, you should not be an artist to be cool. Unless you can play the guitar. You must only talk about your accomplishments and how much money you have. When there is ever a silent moment in conversation you must fill it. You must never discuss the "deals" you got on groupon and you should only wear tan from may-september. Questions? Finally, never...and I mean never...let anyone see you drinking Moxie.<br />
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3. Babies can now be bought through the Facebook Marketplace, eBay, and Living Social. If you buy them on Living Social then you can get 50% off. Then, if you email ten friends you get an additional 25% off! Be careful, there is fine print. The fine print indicates that if you purchase said infant you will incur spit up, vomit, the color baby pink or blue, influx in expenses, loss of friends, frequent visits from mother/father/in-laws, many "likes" or comments on FB photos of said baby, jealous stares in public venues, yelling, high-chairs, some joy, baby laughs, and potential divorce.<br />
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For more information on life lessons visit: www.christalcollette.blogspot.com<br />
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I drive an hour to work, and an hour home...everyday. Boring? Yes. However, I have discovered and learned so much by doing this daily commute. I'd like to share some of the awesome, and frustrating ideals and Vermont intricacies I've uncovered.<br />
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1. Vermont does not believe in street lights. We are environmentalists. Should there be one lone spider that is hurt in the digging of the hole for a light pole, we shall reverse our previous decision to provide light. Light that might keep drivers from getting blinded on rainy evenings when rounding corners driving head on towards large trucks carrying materials from far off regions like Canada. Materials such as light poles, and incandescent bulbs.<br />
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2. The cheapest gas from Essex to Middlebury is in Middlebury. It is sold at this awkward non-gas station on Exchange St. The gas is self-serve and there is no quick-mart to buy your caffeine infused beer or beef jerky. Behind these gas pumps are giant silos. I feel like I'm in an episode of The Andy Griffith Show when I'm pumping my gas.<br />
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3. Brilliant ideas float through my mind while driving. Too bad I can't use paper and pen to jot them down! Here's another brilliant idea; create voice recognition software for the iPhone that actually works. I'm sorry but I don't think my brilliant idea was to "build a water treatment pancake in the north beast".<br />
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4. Why do people tear down buildings but leave the company signs up? I really want to go to that Roadhouse chicken restaurant in Ferrisburg but apparently there is no building to go along with their sign.<br />
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5. Don't try to put mayonnaise on a sandwich while driving.<br />
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6. When drinking 32oz of any liquid, make sure to visit the facilities before you head out on your hour long driving venture. Otherwise, when you do reach a venue with a bathroom, you will look like a drug addict looking for a place to get your fix.<br />
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7. If I'm going the speed limit and you're not tailgating me...you're a cop.<br />
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8. When you have the chance, stop at a local gas station and ask the following question: "wow, a lot is happening around here these days". To which the person in the store will reply "what?", at which point you will say "what do you mean, what? You didn't hear?". Then you shake your head in disbelief and walk out the door and into your car.<br />
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That's all I have. How do you kill time on long trips?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-49800029707528639532012-02-12T10:56:00.000-08:002012-02-12T10:56:03.440-08:00Mommy Bloggers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am not a mommy...therefore I am just a regular blogger. This is funny...<br />
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I've had a few people recently ask me how to use social networking sites. This kills me. Actually, it infuriates me. A while back I learned that if I was going to learn something I'd have to get into the program and use it. This happened because I asked someone to teach me how to edit video on FCP and they said...we can't. You'll have to teach yourself. This was for my college degree in broadcasting...but that's a different rant.<br />
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Anyhow, as I grow up in this technological world, I realize that no one is going to add training wheels to my technology. I simply have to learn how to ride the bicycle of social media and advance my skills on my own. You would be so surprised what you can teach yourself. I really cannot stand the excuses for not using social media when it's crucial that you get on board with it already! Excuses like "I've tried but it's all too fast for me" or "You're just younger so you're used to these types of things".<br />
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I'm sorry, did you hear me saying to my parents..."you're older so you're used to riding a bicycle". "I just don't understand where I put my feet on the peddles". It's the same principle. Or, even worse...I bet people felt pretty stupid for telling Henry Ford that the car just wouldn't catch on...or that it was "too complicated".<br />
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Seriously people, get a grip! Just use the product, site, etc. Stop making excuses and take a leap of faith. Your computer is not going to blow up because you decided to tweet a disjointed sentence. Oh, and I have attribution to this post as I know a woman in her 70's who uses social media regularly and other computer based programs with no worries.<br />
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So no, I will not hold your hand through your first tweet. I'm pretty sure they tell you how to do it when you sign up. Take your training wheels off...and go join the rest of the world. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-56324591354207587722012-01-18T10:14:00.000-08:002012-01-18T10:14:18.296-08:00Practice Makes Better<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is my lunch break I am giving myself and therefore I will write. In 2005 I had contemplated changing my college major from broadcasting to marketing & advertising. Silly me, I didn't change it. I had some kind of crazy notion that I somehow I would make broadcasting lucrative and exciting for myself.<br />
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After a short 10 month stint at WCAX working in news production on the weekends, I realized it wasn't the "dream" career I had created in my head. Same old topics of scummy politicians, cows, and a new restaurant opening up in town.<br />
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Please don't think I want to downgrade the news business. Those reporters work long hours, and some of them uncover information that is priceless to society. Other reporters do find a way to make their job into a work of art. Those are the most talented of the bunch. I personally just didn't have the patience.<br />
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After working as a manager in fast food, and a minion at a printer company answering phones...I was asked by a CEO (and acquaintance) via LinkedIn to apply for his daughters job. Honestly, I really didn't know what I was applying for. I knew the pay was better and the superiors breathing down my neck were minimal. What I didn't realize was that I would also have unlimited Diet Coke and the ability to engage and enhance my talents.<br />
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I took one graphic design course, and one advertising course in college. I knew I enjoyed designing and event planning but now it has become 75% of my job description. I've even been able to establish a social networking presence for my company.<br />
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So what is the point of me blabbing on about my job? Well, 1. few people actually know what I do. 2. I am so sick and tired of people complaining about their job. If they don't like their career path then explore something different. I'm not perfect at design...but practice has made me better!<br />
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View my most recent designs <a href="http://christalcollette.carbonmade.com/">here</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-74448620875278912062012-01-13T13:41:00.000-08:002012-01-13T13:41:46.000-08:00Good Things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's come to my recent realization that the last few blog posts I've written have been fiercely negative. Well, negative to me. I'm quite a positive person. I thought it might be fun to showcase some of my favorite things, websites, etc...in this blog post. I hope you enjoy these things too...<br />
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1. <b>Mastercuts</b>. The price is low and they do an amazing job on my hair. If you live near Burlington, VT then ask for Sarah, she's the manager and da bomb!<br />
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2. <b>SnackTools</b>. This site helps you create some cool digital items for your marketing. I created a flipbook with the eDOC style guide I created! Visit their site <a href="http://www.snacktools.com/">here</a><br />
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3. <b>Twitter</b>. I've been using this a lot lately as people get annoyed with me posting on FB. You can find me <b><a href="https://twitter.com/#!/cc636">@cc636</a></b><br />
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5. <b>TuneIn Radio</b>. This iPhone App is AMAZING! I found my college radio station on here, and a sweet GotRadio.com mash-ups station too! <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/tunein-radio/id418987775?mt=8">(Download the app here)</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We dressed alike for a holiday party. Our goal was to win an ugly sweater contest, although we were the only ones who really dressed up. The boy on the shirt is the little guy from "A Christmas Story", also one of my favorite things. </td></tr>
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</div>I'd like to proclaim in this blog post that the Kardashians are killing orphans.<br />
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Yes, that's a strong statement. How, do you ask, are they killing orphans? All right. The Kardashians are not literally killing orphans...but that is what I think of when I see how much money they waste on useless crap like their giant homes with an unnecessary amount of rooms and bathtubs.<br />
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As you watch the show (yes I'm guilty) you see them cut from one girls family home to another. Of course it makes sense that as the "K-Gals" get married they procure a home. But does it have to be the size of one of the embassy's in D.C.?<br />
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This brings me to the orphans. Mother Teresa had nothing but the glasses on her face, her bible, and the clothes on her back...yet she was living in ultimate bliss. She traveled the world visiting the impoverished and helped so many even though she had nothing.<br />
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Don't get me wrong. I love to shop. But if I had unlimited funds you better believe I'd be booking a trip overseas to hand out some Gucci to the needy. Or, perhaps helping those in U.S. community? The Kardashians could feed hundreds every month with the cash they spend to gas up their Escalades.<br />
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This isn't to just knock the Kardashians. I'm referencing all reality TV stars who aren't contributing real art and are getting paid to run their polished yappy mouths. I'm okay with paying money for cable to pay for hard working actors who spend hours a day slaving over script memorization and building the essence of the characters they're trying to portray. I'm also all right with paying journalists a decent wage.<br />
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Oh...wait...let me rant about that for a moment. A journalist makes on average $20,000-$30,000 a year if they're lucky. According to <a href="http://www.celebritynetworth.com/">www.celebritynetworth.com</a> Kim Kardashian made $40,000 per episode! Putting her net worth around 35 million. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?<br />
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Dead orphans. No excuses.<br />
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Find out more about Kims wealth here: <a href="http://www.celebritynetworth.com/richest-celebrities/kim-kardashian-net-worth/">http://www.celebritynetworth.com/richest-celebrities/kim-kardashian-net-worth/</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-31964568053700584862011-12-29T12:17:00.000-08:002011-12-29T12:17:19.550-08:00Christmas 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzyy7DCd5Rw/TvzKRnl7_kI/AAAAAAAACNk/_5UnO9EEekA/s1600/398875_825941890604_193301687_37077560_317964476_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzyy7DCd5Rw/TvzKRnl7_kI/AAAAAAAACNk/_5UnO9EEekA/s320/398875_825941890604_193301687_37077560_317964476_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>So, I've decided to go back to my old Blogger template. I don't like the fresh art decco template I was using previously. Something about it is impersonal and screams literary snob.<br />
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I'd like to write about my Christmas. It was simply wonderful. I don't usually get too personal in my blog...so I won't. I'll recap on this holiday in broad terms and speak specifically about my gifts.<br />
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I received...<br />
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A. Space heater<br />
B. Necklace<br />
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Okay...I won't list out all of my gifts. However, I'd like to say that this year was the best Christmas I've had in many years. I didn't have to finish finals and fly home. I had a boyfriend. Oh, I did not hate my job, or have to work in the mall, and had enough money to get something swell for most of the people I care about. Emphasis on "most". I'm no Rockefeller.<br />
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Some things I'd like to touch upon for the future...<br />
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1. Make a list of the gifts you're buying and who you're buying them for. This would've been really helpful.<br />
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2. Give others a list, or post something online. Don't let people go all hay wire on the gift giving unless you want footie PJ's of the adult variety. That being said...those people who gave me gifts without knowing what I wanted did an AMAZING job this year!<br />
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3. If you receive a gift...effing say THANK YOU! Doesn't matter if you're superior to that person in any way. A simple THANK YOU will mean quite a bit. Oh...yes...the phrase is THANK YOU! *This comment is not intended for any of my friends/roomie as they all did show ample gratitude for the items received*<br />
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4. Have some variety in your Christmas music selections. Might I suggest the Sister Hazel Christmas playlist on Pandora.com<br />
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5. Don't be like me and send a mass number of pre-designed Christmas cards with no special written message on them. As I received cards from my friends I felt like a scrooge for the card I sent them. For that I am sorry!!!! Also, I may have missed some of you as I created a FB event to send cards and if you didn't get your address to me on FB then you likely didn't get a card.<br />
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6. When will the entertainment industry come out with a Christmas movie that trumps National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation?<br />
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Happy New Year!<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-45712329818047977852011-12-06T09:50:00.000-08:002011-12-06T09:50:58.546-08:00Blonde Technology<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FV6_OJg1p5s/Tt5V_J8VfYI/AAAAAAAACM4/Oduaaqjq4C4/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FV6_OJg1p5s/Tt5V_J8VfYI/AAAAAAAACM4/Oduaaqjq4C4/s320/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>This photo is me. I am blonde. Do we have a bit of a reputation of being less than intelligent creatures? Yes. Now to my rant. Just because I am blonde does not mean that I am not understanding your technology properly.<br />
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I grew up with technology. My father and I even built a remote control car from scratch when I was a child. I picked up my first video camera before the age of 12, and have been what you would call "tech savvy" for most of my youth and adult life. I am not the one that can program your software, nor can I re-build your computer, however, I do expect to be taken seriously when I say a piece of software is NOT working properly.<br />
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Time and time again, if I mention to a male counterpart that something is broken...they look at me as if I'm just being a "dumb blonde" and rarely take me seriously. It isn't until the third time when it really isn't working that they finally believe me and fix said issue. This has happened to me in every job I've worked in.<br />
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You think I don't know how to Google a term to understand what you're talking about? I don't let technology take me over. We're supposed to be in control, not the other way around. If it doesn't work...I want it fixed. Otherwise, what is the point in using that program or equipment to begin with? Some could say the same about our government...but that's another post topic for a future time. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-61347805579640617752011-12-03T11:46:00.000-08:002012-02-23T22:01:08.031-08:00How exactly are we occupying Vermont?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I've tried to ignore this movement. I've tried to move on with my life as a part of the 99% and not make a stink, or even make a point of trying to understand what I thought were the intricate details of this large and vast movement throughout the United States.<br />
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Now I'm annoyed. I was flipping through the channels on my basic digital cable and saw that one of the local government channels was airing a meeting from the Occupy Vermont movement from November 12th, just after one of the Occupy Vermont protesters committed suicide in Burlington's City Hall Park.<br />
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I was intrigued and began watching. Now let me be VERY clear. This post is not about what the "Occupy" movement is about, but rather how unbelievably disorganized and chaotic it has become.<br />
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The photo affixed to this post is of one of the moderators of this meeting. As you can see, he clearly believes that it's okay to make a physical public statement, nor does he feel proper grooming is necessary to be a productive member of society. He also really wants a hug. I kept watching and realized that there were a few other men that didn't feel shaving was a standard in society.<br />
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Grooming isn't my real concern however, the blatant redundant conversation and disorganization of their discussion was nonsense. The use of phrases and words like "friendly amendment" "resolution" "proposal" "clarifying question" along with different hand gestures to clarify statements created a room full of chaotic over-discussion and lack of real understanding among the parties involved.<br />
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After watching for about an hour, it seemed the only "resolution" they had made was to understand what the police were actually doing to the crime scene at City Hall Park, and where to move their tents. I realized that if our American government went to this form of policy creation...nothing would get accomplished. I've decided to give our Occupy Vermonter's a couple of tips.<br />
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1. Take a shower, shave, and match your clothes. Some of you look normal and thus will carry more weight among other constituents that don't understand your viewpoints. BUT if you look like a schizophrenic blues musician you're more unlikely to garner a response from the working class...AND the 1% whom you really need to convince.<br />
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2. Make a printed agenda beforehand. Give people the opportunity to submit their topic ideas, give them the option to vote online even, but have your plan ready ahead of time before you meet. This will reduce the time you spend simply voting on why you've even shown up to the meeting.<br />
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3. Write a bill. I still have no idea specifically what you want except more money. However, that surprises me considering most of the people protesting look like they wouldn't know what to do with money even if they had any!<br />
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4. Gather in places that make sense. Go to the media outlets and make clear and defined statements, plant yourself for the afternoon outside city offices, or companies that have been embezzling money.<br />
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5. Use your age gap. During this occupy airing I viewed, the only people speaking were young college aged individuals. Perhaps you should appeal to all age groups? I don't hear occupiers talking a lot about retirement, pensions, and home buyers. If you want to fulfill the American dream...you need to appeal to all demographics.<br />
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6. Finally, what is wrong with the terms that have already been coined in our government? Why is the word amendment cruel? Why does it now have to be called a "friendly amendment"? Was it previously unfriendly? From what I learned in school, many of our amendments to the constitution gave more freedom to the American people. I don't think that is very unfriendly.<br />
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That is my two and a half cents. Please comment. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-53714475729087318932011-11-30T08:58:00.000-08:002011-11-30T08:58:15.949-08:00So Many Options<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObQdgXV2pYA/TtZgQ0Ff97I/AAAAAAAACME/l4x9YDFKXBE/s1600/coppertone-plate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObQdgXV2pYA/TtZgQ0Ff97I/AAAAAAAACME/l4x9YDFKXBE/s320/coppertone-plate.jpg" width="203" /></a></div>Something has been weighing on me quite a bit recently. OPTIONS.<br />
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Why do we need so many? I don't like making poor choices. I'm pretty calculated in everything I do. Even things that don't seem to be calculated...are. For example: I am most aware that if I bring cookies to the employees at the UPS Store in Middlebury for Christmas that they will give me more free stuff for the company. Or, they'll go above and beyond their call of duty as "print coordinator extraordinaires" (seriously...that's what their name tags say) to carry out some outlandish project I need completed because I'm too lazy to sit at a paper cutter for two hours.<br />
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So, I like to manipulate people, it's no different than the JC Penny's sales women who tells you that you'll save 10% if you open a store credit card, only to find out they will molest you in APR rates for the next 7-10 years.<br />
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But the choices that bother me are the choices that are just unnecessary. Choices like fruity toothpaste. Do you think I bite into a pomegranate and say to myself..."Gee I wish they'd mix this with mint and synthetic chemicals so I could lather my teeth with it". No, it's more like "UGH, I got another seed on my top. Why is it weird for adults to wear bibs in public?!".<br />
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Or what about suntan lotion. Is there really a difference between SPF 70 and SPF 90. If you're Irish you're going to look like a lobster no matter what you do. Also, once you've already been tanning for 27 years don't expect that bottle with the little girl baby bottom being attacked by a dog to protect you from skin cancer (see above photo for reference).<br />
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What are some choices that anger you? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-17291418440060416022011-11-02T08:17:00.000-07:002011-11-02T08:17:52.199-07:00One Month Re-cap: The McDonalds Monster, or is it?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uFevS8sQdo/TrFfGMLwXxI/AAAAAAAACJ0/_KihinIS11Q/s1600/fast_food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uFevS8sQdo/TrFfGMLwXxI/AAAAAAAACJ0/_KihinIS11Q/s320/fast_food.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Well, my last post was about how I was going to go one month without eating McDonalds...and I did. Did I lose weight, no. I actually gained weight. Do I feel better? Yes, I don't crash as much during the afternoon. Did I save money? NO! I spent it buying food at other places.<br />
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What I did learn about myself and food in the last month is that I do enjoy cooking, and I'm good at it. I also need to eat healthier food that isn't processed by midgets in Jersey and infused with 10,000 chemicals I can't pronounce.<br />
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Interested in what I'm talking about? Watch this film: <a href="http://www.foodmatters.tv/">http://www.foodmatters.tv/</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-68853990698720415502011-09-30T12:50:00.000-07:002011-09-30T12:50:38.098-07:00McDonalds Fasting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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Well, McDonalds will hate me for posting this. Oh well. I've had enough. Today I cleaned out my car and to my disgust there were far too many McDonalds bags than I thought I had accumulated. So, as tomorrow is the beginning of the month, and my birthday, I think it's time at age 26 that I really take control of my health...and kiss the golden arches goodbye. <br />
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So you're aware, I can't do this alone. I've hired a team of consultants to ride in my car each time I pass said fast coronary establishment. These consultants will be taking my pulse, just to make sure I'm not having too severe a withdrawal. I paid them extra to slap me in the face each time I start humming "I'm lovin it'".<br />
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No, I won't be eating a surplus of tofu. You hippies can stand down. I don't want your hemp burgers. My desire is just to cut this one unhealthy tie to the underworld of food. Eventually I can remove others...but right now...we are at war Mr. Dollar Menu. <br />
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Should anyone feel the need to join me on this adventure, do so in the month of October. Post your findings below. I bet your findings will include: more money, less asphyxiation after eating, and joy. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-43343521751945409692011-08-30T21:06:00.000-07:002011-08-30T21:06:04.018-07:00Dating in Fiscal 2011'I've come to realize that we as a North American dating race are picky and desperate at the same time. It's really quite fantastic. I enjoy dating, and I think it's fun to meet new people. I also enjoy biscuits and gravy, rock concerts, and Diet Coke. But I guess I can't marry biscuits. <br />
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Anyhow, the Onion summed it up this week...<br />
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A while back I wrote a post about pudding. This time I'd like to write a post about Diet Coke, or Coke Zero. <br />
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I've recently discovered Coke Zero and am currently on a 'high', but I was a bit disturbed as I looked at the can. The can is black. I personally think this might be a poor marketing choice. Why the black can? My relevant memory goes to the concept that they were marketing towards men because women were the primary drinkers of Diet Coke. <br />
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So black is manly? I don't see many men drinking other black drinks. OJ is usually orange, and beer is often the color of urine, or tree bark. <br />
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I thought a little more about this can. I thought about the chemicals I was consuming in my body. I began to associate the color of the can with the chemicals I was putting in my body. My body began to associate the chemicals with the color black. It was really kind of a euphorically intense thought process. <br />
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My final thought lead me to believe that if I drank Coke Zero I would become an unhealthy man. <br />
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...I still haven't finished this can. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-25642776905241539342011-08-10T09:39:00.000-07:002011-08-10T09:39:36.902-07:00Passive Aggressive<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9l7xPAOs8Gs/TkKzlzq-nzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/msAIlWdOxpM/s1600/passive+agressive+notes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9l7xPAOs8Gs/TkKzlzq-nzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/msAIlWdOxpM/s320/passive+agressive+notes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"></span><br />
<h3 class="r g0" style="display: inline; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><blockquote><em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;">pas·sive-ag·gres·sive</em><span class="f" style="color: #666666;"><b></b></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="f" style="color: #666666;"><b>Adjective:</b></span> Of or denoting a type of behavior or personality characterized by indirect resistance to the demands of others and an avoidance of direct confrontation, as in procrastinating, pouting, or misplacing important materials.</blockquote></h3><div class="s" style="max-width: 42em;"><div><br />
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I would like to focus this post on the Passive Aggressive. Honestly, you people make me want to punch you in the solar plexus. Not that I would ever actually determine the direct location of someones solar plexus and bunch them, but seriously, you really anger me.<br />
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Now I mean 'you' in a general and plural form. Passive aggressive behavior is not intelligent. You are not being 'patient' or 'kind' by being passive aggressive. You are wasting my TIME! What are some examples of passive aggressive you might ask?<br />
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<b>Consider the following...</b><br />
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Blank stares without actually processing what the other person is saying, then immediately following their thought with your own two cents. Which turns out to be about $10 of conversation that is pointless.<br />
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Responding to an email and copying everyone and their mothers sisters daddies cousin.<br />
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That painful constipated expression you give when you know there is something that should be said but you do not want to say it.<br />
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Leaving sticky notes on food inside a fridge (literally happened to my friend)<br />
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Out doing someone in their job, leadership position, etc...even if it's not your place to be involved.<br />
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Now there are so many other ways in which people act out their passive aggressive tendencies. I just ask that you be honest, direct, and specific. Pull off the band-aid, for heavens sakes...my band-aid doesn't have care bears on it. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-46576534839844971852011-08-01T21:05:00.000-07:002011-08-01T21:07:03.855-07:00How I feel About Rednecks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ikHnEg2vWA/Tjd3kv986AI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8JYkJ4u6j6g/s1600/funny+fb+post+christal.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ikHnEg2vWA/Tjd3kv986AI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8JYkJ4u6j6g/s400/funny+fb+post+christal.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<a href="http://theoatmeal.com/quiz/facebook_addict"><img alt="How Addicted to Facebook Are You?" src="http://theoatmeal.com/img/quizzes/generated/9_70.jpg" /></a><br />
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Created by <a href="http://theoatmeal.com/">Oatmeal</a><br />
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So I took this quiz off of the funniest site I've found in years <a href="http://www.theoatmeal.com/">www.theoatmeal.com</a> and by golly I feel like a loser. Worst of all I now have Google+ for which I will then utilize as my new social drug of choice.<br />
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One would say...Christal, this isn't healthy. However, I have found so many advantages to social networking. Let's discuss...<br />
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1. It helps me wake up in the morning. When I open my eyes and check the phone for the time I am also able to immediately check to see who's commented on that photo of food I posted exactly 7 hours prior.<br />
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3. Personal planner. Hey, when did I do that thing that I had to remember? According to my FB status it was 14 hours ago.<br />
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4. Family liason. I should communicate with my family more..."Dad, nice photo of your garden".<br />
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6. Telephone book. Hrrrmp, how am I going to get a hold of that perfect stranger I need to text right now. Oh, they were dumb enough to post their digits on FB...i'll sync them to my phone.<br />
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7. Resume. Gee, this perspective employer is going to FB stalk me. I better post only pretty headshots and add jobs like "Administrative Toilet Brushing Supervisor"<br />
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8. Yearbook. All girls you ever wanted to get fat...did.<br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556156162977902123.post-10806129291670093472011-07-19T11:37:00.000-07:002011-07-19T11:37:07.786-07:00Camping<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8iFkZu17gMY/TiXOhJfutVI/AAAAAAAAASg/1up99EWBqfc/s1600/camping%252520logo.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8iFkZu17gMY/TiXOhJfutVI/AAAAAAAAASg/1up99EWBqfc/s320/camping%252520logo.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Who, after discovering they could build a house, decided it would be a good idea to put people back outside in the dirt on blankets inside giant nylon bags? To what am I referring? <br />
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...camping. <br />
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I like camping. I do. I like the fresh air, fires, outdoor activities, and ample sun. But there are some things about camping that make all those wonderful experiences seem like the perks to the products you by on an infomercial. <br />
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Drawbacks...<br />
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You might find yourself listening to a rabid racoon about to naw on your tent. That is until someone decides to wake up and chase it with the knife they most likely made in Boy Scouts. <br />
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Other drawbacks to camping include but are not limited to: eating rotten food because you didn't purchase enough ice for your cooler, swollen ankles due to mosquito bites, weight gain from s'mores, discovering that the word "s'mores" is utter nonsense, dealing with the elderly who spend all summer at the campsite, dirty feet, and hating the people you're with simply because you cannot stand to hear the same voice 24/7 through nylon or otherwise. <br />
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But yes, I love camping. I'll do it again. Then I'll recouperate and think of all the awkward moments shared with those who where so awfully too close to me for the short period of time I slept in that nylon bag.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1