tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201832500619525682024-03-14T02:02:09.712-07:00Nicole And ThatEvents and other such random happenstances that tend to occur while leading a life of spontaneous existence. Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-25204748499429896502016-12-20T23:29:00.001-08:002016-12-20T23:35:27.843-08:00Treat Yo SelfDid you know it's been over two years since I posted anything on here? Yeah me either.<br />
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There are many things I have learned in that two years. Like how to write so people can read it, or when the worst times to travel during the holidays are. But mostly I have experienced what it means to really love yourself. <br />
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Things just got REAL.<br />
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But it's true. How can you expect anyone to love you for who you are if you don't already do yourself? That's bogus! That's like saying, 'hey, I really think you'll love this new movie, you'll like it so much you'll want to open a joint bank account with it and spend Saturday in the park on the fourth of July together, but I haven't seen it and I don't actually know what it's all about'.<br />
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Inside you there are probably things you don't like. Maybe it's how you feel when met with an uncomfortable situation. Maybe it's what you do when you are feeling blue. Perhaps it's how many seasons of Smallville you own and/or illegally downloaded. Or if you are like me, it's all of these things. I could go on and on but no one likes a show off.<br />
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What I have found to be the most comforting, oddly, is how there is so very little I can do about it. It is important to strive to be better. It is important to learn, to grow, and to persist under difficult and trying times. But in my not so experienced or qualified view, it is less important to dwell on the why and focus more on the what and how.<br />
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Example: "Why did my best friend bail on me last minute?" *Long que of horrendous possibilities starts here.<br />
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Alternate: "I accept that there are many reasons why they bailed, but dwelling on all the possibilities wastes precious time that I could be spending binge watching 'Black Mirror' or trying to decide if various clickbait articles are worth further investigation."<br />
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In all honesty, I still have a hard time coming to a comforting reason why some things happen, but I have found that dwelling does little to no good. There are so many things in the bigger picture that are far more important or relevant.<br />
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If you can't think of anything in particular to be appeased or comforted by here are a few I tend to fall back on:<br />
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1. You are alive. Basic, but truly one of the most fabulously wonderful things that is true if you are able to have the thought.<br />
2. You matter. There will come a time, or times, where you will be an essential piece in someone else's puzzle.<br />
3. There is someone out there who just started watching Parks and Rec. (and some civil servant received their wings because of it)<br />
4. It's very unlikely that Nickleback will make music again.<br />
5. Adventure is always waiting. And not just with the strange things that are afoot at the Circle K.<br />
6. Harry Potter<br />
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Focus on the good stuff.<br />
Hint: You are the good stuff.<br />
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Is it unfair of me to ask you to see yourself and love what you see? Yes. It would also be a bit hypocritical. But what I can do is say that I know for a fact that we are always harder on ourselves than anyone else. And that in itself isn't fair. We are valued. We are people capable of 8-10% change. And for someone who is likely to live 29,200 days, that's a lot of opportunity and potential.<br />
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Why are there things we don't like about ourselves? Where did they come from? Our society? Our environment? Our experiences? All of the above? The real question is: Who am I without them?<br />
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Don't be like everyone else, because chances are at some point, someone else just wants to see what it would be like to be you. And why wouldn't they? You're fabulous.<br />
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Don't feel good about yourself because people say you should. Feel good about yourself because even though you may have qualms with the way things are, you took the time to read a friends, or strangers, opinion on why you should love yourself. Because if you are still reading this, you aren't the only one who does.<br />
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Cheers.<br />
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<br />Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-87598526825403190472014-09-24T21:15:00.004-07:002014-09-24T21:16:54.486-07:00SeaWorld vs. Dr. Ethics <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I will be the first to admit to attending a Seaworld theme park. Yes, I paid good money to see capitalism pretend to be humanitarian. And what's more, at the time I enjoyed it. I would like to tell you that the moment I walked in I felt dirty, and I immediately realized the fault in my decision. That I spat on the unethical treatment of majestic animals, like any good Pacific North Westerner (PNW) would have done, but I didn't. I think I actually bought a sweater. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My point, friends, is that I didn't see it. I didn't see the madness, I didn't see injustice, I didn't bother to think beyond myself. Now, looking back, that was the worst part. Knowing how I felt and trying to think, if just for a second, I realized what I was doing and what I was supporting. After hours of thinking about that day, after remembering how I felt, the answer I will always be haunted by is a resounding no.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Honestly, I've never been one for the ocean. It's ominous, daunting, and a breeding ground for my imagination to take a slow left turn to terrible-horrible-</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><wbr></wbr></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">creatureville. But where Orcas are concerned, I find that there are many things that I find appealing and remarkable. They are smart, they stick together, they enjoy having fun, and they are jaw droppingly beautiful. But what sometimes gets pushed to the back burner, especially where SeaWorld is concerned, is that they are lethal. They are considered to have 'the worlds most sophisticated method of hunting'. These six to seven ton animals can reach the size of a school bus, are innovative masters of the sea.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> I feel that my first impression of them would not be : "You know what? Let's wrangle up some small ones, stick them in a giant fish bowl, teach them how to jump through a hoola-hoop, and force them, for the rest of their stunted lives, to perform for millions of people." Probably because I'm not a cooperate heathen who doesn't care about anything but my pocket book.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Now, I get to the real kicker of this article. As I had mentioned, I have been to a SeaWorld. Every now and then I receive an email from them, and the one I have been waiting for has finally come. (Stay with me)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Before you take a gander at the following, keep in mind SeaWorld stock has gone from 40 dollars to twenty over the last 2 years, that big money makers like the Seahawks cancelled their SeaWorld trip while in San Diego because of negative publicity associated with the theme park.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But most importantly, more pressing than the loss of reputation, the lies, and hitting the red combined, more than half a dozen incidences and injuries have occurred. Including a fatality.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><b>This is utterly unacceptable.</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">With all that long windedness in mind, here is what their desperation has come to:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span>Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-45746395407252698002013-05-23T21:59:00.000-07:002013-05-23T21:59:02.545-07:00Chicka Chicka What?Oh hey kin folk. If you didn't already know, or didn't catch where my Facebook status is updated from, I have moved to the PNW. Which is hipster for the Pacific North West. Or something. They don't care if you misquote them.<br />
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So far I have discovered what an Ovo Lacto Vegetarian looks like, I have my own compost bin, I have an "urban garden", nixed my umbrella, am the owner of multiple rain boots, have a public transportation quick pass (also known as an Orca Card. Win in itself), replaced my wipers, figured out what express lanes are about, re acclimated to one way streets, have not attended a Walmart in a year, hydroplaned and paid for multiple reusable bags that I haven't used enough to be worth it.<br />
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Also, Im gonna pop some tags, $20 in my pocket.<br />
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Gotta love some Macklemore.<br />
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<br />Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-62145640100041254002012-12-26T19:02:00.000-08:002012-12-26T22:25:40.058-08:00My annual blog on why I do not blog: Volume 3Some of these reasons why I do not blog are less truthful than others. But all together it is pretty legitimate.<br />
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1. Time: Haven't had a lot of it. However, being unemployed has ruined that reason so lets go on excuse number to 2...<br />
2. I hate it.<br />
3. Sometimes our internet blocks me out.<br />
4. I forget my password.<br />
5. I don't have anything interesting to blog about.<br />
6. Im getting old. I don't want people to see my gray hair.<br />
7. Most of the interesting things that happen in my life involve my puppy and I do not want to be one of "those" people who go on and on and on and on and on and on about how AMAZING their puppy is and how they are just like children. When he isn't. Hes a four legged 80 year old. He can't even go to the bathroom alone and he hates it when my music is too loud. <br />
8. I am afraid the government is tracking all my submissions to the internet and building up a file on me so as they know how to take me down at any given moment. <br />
9. Iv been really busy reading 1984.<br />
10. I don't have cute photos to post.<br />
11. Number 6 is semi untrue.<br />
12. I mostly just have a blog so I can see what the family is up to. Kinda like those people who go to a white elephant party with a candy bar. But a little better.<br />
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So there it is. Let me know if there is anything you want to to write about and maybe thats the way we will go. If not I will see you all this next year. Meet back here next year, same place same time. Okay cheers.<br />
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<br />Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-19118433954702638942011-07-03T15:52:00.000-07:002011-07-03T16:06:11.881-07:00We Play PhotosPhoto Shoots: Faces say what we can't.<br />This Face Says...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWK8iHEixKq0I4lXobi802xdwoh26tdWD-9bd4q1FZjLNlxYS3GenDriFm5vKZZZCqKTL7Yt6KRDoul9rLGj4fVfTfkxTMNYkNzhvmVmgOSII64Ki-ER8ZWaMIxJHqD_Qp8akWbHBNoydD/s1600/168905_10150093738592520_578347519_6150462_2448751_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWK8iHEixKq0I4lXobi802xdwoh26tdWD-9bd4q1FZjLNlxYS3GenDriFm5vKZZZCqKTL7Yt6KRDoul9rLGj4fVfTfkxTMNYkNzhvmVmgOSII64Ki-ER8ZWaMIxJHqD_Qp8akWbHBNoydD/s320/168905_10150093738592520_578347519_6150462_2448751_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625263407146100594" border="0" /></a><br />...Hey wanna go shred the slopes?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV4zD4IZ1UrFQn-htF4JVmqhZdnZ0qHeW7WN8RevTUJJdsAJtM2CLM1-N3NtOI-eyUKuljdTgmhH_6mnwdaEhpzuvtWN1UkorQw2LIR6ktr4-4LoRBX6xVDSHAMi9zIEuNbAbMQ8mRTc63/s1600/248219_10150223213755889_560760888_7305098_1900911_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV4zD4IZ1UrFQn-htF4JVmqhZdnZ0qHeW7WN8RevTUJJdsAJtM2CLM1-N3NtOI-eyUKuljdTgmhH_6mnwdaEhpzuvtWN1UkorQw2LIR6ktr4-4LoRBX6xVDSHAMi9zIEuNbAbMQ8mRTc63/s320/248219_10150223213755889_560760888_7305098_1900911_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625263848594401714" border="0" /></a><br />... I get beat up everyday at lunch too!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOAJDqY-RWot7e4d8ZOCNT36L_134y3So64kkKRYkVo1xpa3akYjsg2sAf-aNthBXPzjhHYyJeAMH49nXCxlu0wsyxwF-O1X48DqFxh42KH7-JwBEzvDBLMO_kNn_jc8ZW7ronZwNuB6hW/s1600/247377_10150194817026991_524091990_7429591_5656871_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOAJDqY-RWot7e4d8ZOCNT36L_134y3So64kkKRYkVo1xpa3akYjsg2sAf-aNthBXPzjhHYyJeAMH49nXCxlu0wsyxwF-O1X48DqFxh42KH7-JwBEzvDBLMO_kNn_jc8ZW7ronZwNuB6hW/s320/247377_10150194817026991_524091990_7429591_5656871_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625264142231800946" border="0" /></a><br /><br />... I can be inconspicuous if I need to be.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge5yB9xNA226Hai6lZAn2Slz1wQaxrVtXRHFL3tcH6rUulh-nF2O-gEGICVnyUwfXDswonIGX6VTbQw6h8nbN1eZqMataKJq3KD61cK7kJ-Hil0wJ3FtDarvXd7UzzpkQKmLVrBb-Md6AH/s1600/248632_10150193850011991_524091990_7418439_4093905_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge5yB9xNA226Hai6lZAn2Slz1wQaxrVtXRHFL3tcH6rUulh-nF2O-gEGICVnyUwfXDswonIGX6VTbQw6h8nbN1eZqMataKJq3KD61cK7kJ-Hil0wJ3FtDarvXd7UzzpkQKmLVrBb-Md6AH/s320/248632_10150193850011991_524091990_7418439_4093905_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625264560776985154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...who says perms are out of style??<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLsdxT7YuOZgIeaASxs90848rBcdpJAZ45rnV0XCWi1kBkGMIxt8CGgI2QzeC8el6K_WAAr3iNM9EeBWv2v4L4sTQxABPv9mdswQV6K-p22Rt9lBkxu0nI_83zwulqmB_U-md1t7CgGsr/s1600/179874_10150093709552520_578347519_6149924_7532075_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLsdxT7YuOZgIeaASxs90848rBcdpJAZ45rnV0XCWi1kBkGMIxt8CGgI2QzeC8el6K_WAAr3iNM9EeBWv2v4L4sTQxABPv9mdswQV6K-p22Rt9lBkxu0nI_83zwulqmB_U-md1t7CgGsr/s320/179874_10150093709552520_578347519_6149924_7532075_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625265273715357970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />... standing on a frozen lake is a bad idea.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi6yhhpsvmT117VdXT-Tqkbp06SRGthj1jSQ_aFRX63MmgorfUL3q4m4PyQKUAt0uwh1EzWz4RIMkieWY-GxKk-SJF7-S-WnZaWvVS8XzWUW7KnAvHPNG_6jo_9MmQeWzYI48wGd-QyO3/s1600/250412_10150189290411991_524091990_7376643_5733109_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi6yhhpsvmT117VdXT-Tqkbp06SRGthj1jSQ_aFRX63MmgorfUL3q4m4PyQKUAt0uwh1EzWz4RIMkieWY-GxKk-SJF7-S-WnZaWvVS8XzWUW7KnAvHPNG_6jo_9MmQeWzYI48wGd-QyO3/s320/250412_10150189290411991_524091990_7376643_5733109_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625265756402310930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />... no. i didn't just do that.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQqqHRHtVrlczbGEKpuI5uhQNvhgjY48ZnGvKaIylvUdLNAYkg-t7h_SU9OTJ5-U85F7xEPVPUOdA2VSA16Gpv4YoBxkA1qwBPrg-nAT-hB7W7Xs4ji-DMnqnIFn9ngkpy-1uXWNuRbJqN/s1600/10421_157350076990_524091990_3211770_1324995_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQqqHRHtVrlczbGEKpuI5uhQNvhgjY48ZnGvKaIylvUdLNAYkg-t7h_SU9OTJ5-U85F7xEPVPUOdA2VSA16Gpv4YoBxkA1qwBPrg-nAT-hB7W7Xs4ji-DMnqnIFn9ngkpy-1uXWNuRbJqN/s320/10421_157350076990_524091990_3211770_1324995_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625265986766200658" border="0" /></a><br /><br />... this is where we stop. collaborate. and listen.Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-27758309533345912172011-01-10T13:48:00.000-08:002011-01-10T13:55:14.545-08:00Blogging about a BlogSo there is an awesome new blog you should check out! Its called Post Dream. You get one paragraph to tell a dream you have had in your life. Could be good could be bad could be ugly. No matter what type of dream it is its an awesome thing. So head to http://writepostdream.blogspot.com/ and get the ball running. Some pretty awesome people are running it so any help would be simply marvelous.<br /><br />Happy 2011 everyone.<br /><br />N.<br /><br />Also, here is my photo of the day:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE6Bcl5TV_qJOVQ-UQibPPtf6ScB9gj5T272W1gUFmSH2Q0D8gDT1TowBSRBSjcaOP1sJfGuzECXsulvo5ue7cCTSkWW5GDITNWcf8OcTpJTnt-26RayZLc3JiKlLqYhwyDzWX9Z1GPVR/s1600/Treesun.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE6Bcl5TV_qJOVQ-UQibPPtf6ScB9gj5T272W1gUFmSH2Q0D8gDT1TowBSRBSjcaOP1sJfGuzECXsulvo5ue7cCTSkWW5GDITNWcf8OcTpJTnt-26RayZLc3JiKlLqYhwyDzWX9Z1GPVR/s320/Treesun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560678741174038594" border="0" /></a>Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-27454858807982060712010-06-25T12:00:00.000-07:002010-06-25T12:16:27.006-07:00It vs. NipsThere has been a debate about which of these products is better. I am here to put an end to the madness. Cheeze-it are made with cheese. Weird. Cheese Nips are also made with "cheese" ew. Im pretty sure iv never tasted cheese like that. Cheese nips were made by Nabisco (yeah, the company who made things like Chicken in a Biskit and Fudgee-o). Whereas Cheeze-it is made by Kellogg, the same company who brought you Apple Jacks and Eggos. I think the conclusion is obvious. Choose the right people.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQw5dO83IL3ysGafroQRoWrCmpf1bqAOtpbewtEbdPqxQCIprU-fVMq5SloCwRmqDJETW9RDR19hXpHr4GLWQCUo5gPmc5EMsZ8yWXoNHrmRXiQokOOP0sxyvffyX82vLcN5VbP-FIxvCB/s1600/cheesenips.bmp"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQw5dO83IL3ysGafroQRoWrCmpf1bqAOtpbewtEbdPqxQCIprU-fVMq5SloCwRmqDJETW9RDR19hXpHr4GLWQCUo5gPmc5EMsZ8yWXoNHrmRXiQokOOP0sxyvffyX82vLcN5VbP-FIxvCB/s1600/cheesenips.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQw5dO83IL3ysGafroQRoWrCmpf1bqAOtpbewtEbdPqxQCIprU-fVMq5SloCwRmqDJETW9RDR19hXpHr4GLWQCUo5gPmc5EMsZ8yWXoNHrmRXiQokOOP0sxyvffyX82vLcN5VbP-FIxvCB/s320/cheesenips.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486790114037564434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQw5dO83IL3ysGafroQRoWrCmpf1bqAOtpbewtEbdPqxQCIprU-fVMq5SloCwRmqDJETW9RDR19hXpHr4GLWQCUo5gPmc5EMsZ8yWXoNHrmRXiQokOOP0sxyvffyX82vLcN5VbP-FIxvCB/s1600/cheesenips.bmp"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >VS </span> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWvaTXAyJ1kJjbA2aE8RrnTEgJ4unLlV5OPYc_BFIlnjdt2onVmK3STd6GAP6FsVepQEOU-L0w7VbBuieQandEYjaH6b2dqzjdFeZdUaxp2_-zpJG6arx2u1yt7oRy-XE2yCmI4_svjw2/s1600/cheezitorig.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWvaTXAyJ1kJjbA2aE8RrnTEgJ4unLlV5OPYc_BFIlnjdt2onVmK3STd6GAP6FsVepQEOU-L0w7VbBuieQandEYjaH6b2dqzjdFeZdUaxp2_-zpJG6arx2u1yt7oRy-XE2yCmI4_svjw2/s320/cheezitorig.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486790565263276898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQw5dO83IL3ysGafroQRoWrCmpf1bqAOtpbewtEbdPqxQCIprU-fVMq5SloCwRmqDJETW9RDR19hXpHr4GLWQCUo5gPmc5EMsZ8yWXoNHrmRXiQokOOP0sxyvffyX82vLcN5VbP-FIxvCB/s1600/cheesenips.bmp"> </a>Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-7705244389312277922010-05-23T17:01:00.000-07:002010-05-23T17:37:14.133-07:00How We Get EducatedMost of the time we are studying studiously and working our wee fingers to the bone getting good marks and working with tutors. However, those short periods of time when we decide to wrench away from our homework, we do things like this. We are usually those people you see in public and think "I don't know weather to laugh or to be really worried." Well sleep easy. We are completely harmless*.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhj_3cOCKQWzVBF0nk9HAqjdQW4j4BTqegCBjeuW1AbX6dTxyL6542Fe_uG-z8nAeY9p-9TceFYIO91ElZpg9x0qng283ofXPyWsXopmt0ERtoyeJTFxQBANiNU-6zzOiOaaVciwofpWi/s1600/100_0531.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhj_3cOCKQWzVBF0nk9HAqjdQW4j4BTqegCBjeuW1AbX6dTxyL6542Fe_uG-z8nAeY9p-9TceFYIO91ElZpg9x0qng283ofXPyWsXopmt0ERtoyeJTFxQBANiNU-6zzOiOaaVciwofpWi/s320/100_0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474622495355671698" border="0" /></a>We take the couch to the park.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxfRlukG7tDIVRacc_AQTpklNagnGbumbvaggC9FzhpY25XZ5u8hi8TPgTO78cp_W4d8X7P3JnAm0S4TojdEotjRnvw4m2urtCD_5Dcb7cl-XBZJ0K1vyPkF0K1mIRLKe_2E6qyGJ2S6W/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxfRlukG7tDIVRacc_AQTpklNagnGbumbvaggC9FzhpY25XZ5u8hi8TPgTO78cp_W4d8X7P3JnAm0S4TojdEotjRnvw4m2urtCD_5Dcb7cl-XBZJ0K1vyPkF0K1mIRLKe_2E6qyGJ2S6W/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474622525608923026" border="0" /></a>We are absurd.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulTfvvq-lPbTdIpEVZGKT7dIgFGZlx7WtV4rPKnWu2tGySX7hzAti4YmnhCJhnHry6NTyHZm9QJQ1VZhzIJws46AoH_ZiN057yFBLrhBpW5289Mec2RUHAWogeAod9EPrlJCkCMOj76p0/s1600/DSC_0195.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulTfvvq-lPbTdIpEVZGKT7dIgFGZlx7WtV4rPKnWu2tGySX7hzAti4YmnhCJhnHry6NTyHZm9QJQ1VZhzIJws46AoH_ZiN057yFBLrhBpW5289Mec2RUHAWogeAod9EPrlJCkCMOj76p0/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474622515675768834" border="0" /></a>Caterpillar and Rabbit.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfiavfZI7eltddMvNiydnq1er4KZ5rdeChWQLtnkRT-Er_0-eh7cZvZrncTHZw5A_eiKeXb0si2tGWwnpi1peCzeV16PnqjCyOeWq8niSrRpjBWxmkSTlRFJSH8NMWbHlMCv44Ku_LslY/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfiavfZI7eltddMvNiydnq1er4KZ5rdeChWQLtnkRT-Er_0-eh7cZvZrncTHZw5A_eiKeXb0si2tGWwnpi1peCzeV16PnqjCyOeWq8niSrRpjBWxmkSTlRFJSH8NMWbHlMCv44Ku_LslY/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474622510037546386" border="0" /></a>Attacking the red queen.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX5TFOk0IHxOd7ymkvTlebCmtubO6HrVMQqGkpyyX9BeUmdKUHjx9eyJWEq93T2P9hjWiYh9aNpIWHUDZXwx4FGxCFJa3jnzdsWdO17OuU9Mq71JFwpBqFmnn3fAs44bKmf68hNiF-Xj96/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX5TFOk0IHxOd7ymkvTlebCmtubO6HrVMQqGkpyyX9BeUmdKUHjx9eyJWEq93T2P9hjWiYh9aNpIWHUDZXwx4FGxCFJa3jnzdsWdO17OuU9Mq71JFwpBqFmnn3fAs44bKmf68hNiF-Xj96/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474622504140949298" border="0" /></a>We are wonderland.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YS2bn8yxDj_0Kq8uA4alwHq8PTYKpV3XgrvS9vV3piT1wd6qmxG80-b1w_SmeIQLHVxKKobRi4PyiYwHBl22X27r_5UWMCeJCauVlKdbt0OfGIijoY6HlYIJPlgYRK8MhSrufsWGYaCm/s1600/DSC_0467.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YS2bn8yxDj_0Kq8uA4alwHq8PTYKpV3XgrvS9vV3piT1wd6qmxG80-b1w_SmeIQLHVxKKobRi4PyiYwHBl22X27r_5UWMCeJCauVlKdbt0OfGIijoY6HlYIJPlgYRK8MhSrufsWGYaCm/s320/DSC_0467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474626252877818850" border="0" /></a>We are so good at photo shooting.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*On most, if not all, occasions. Excluding taggle*.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*A mix between wrestling and tag.Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-2113389471041698292009-11-01T21:32:00.000-08:002009-11-01T22:48:07.460-08:00We Play School<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHN5Y20hx_tW0Q4ixVAJNjxTdxsV8r1-1fYNB3Chd5kLCXKV_DLF95Rh0banUZXE4JbSRLFWAdyEFZBpNkpD94NYzn3rZvtD8yQbVF_xV9OWpRa-cXb1CNJHVcGDWEcHZGyjmLAoP9heU/s1600-h/IMG_7832.JPG"></a><div>Some adventures of absurd, yet still highly invested, college students. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_0QD8-lJkbNvoNsn35GmEERSkLF-YLyWkmRzrQnF092laeYmtvDj9Zc_v8t2b2JpJceBTGbiwpNVon4Bt_ukNgO4cCf57dHWTupfrcGDKkStE7ra6BPneOQ5XWK8TQkhUKy1SBvN16LD/s320/IMG_7824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399389010588376994" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ryan tells scary stories. </div><div><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02R77rzqafR5aMEaZUa8Yxih9o5kF4NzAapDJzFXONsc7KQdcvZFa6-Z7sZ7lgx5LOxALrF4ZJ8pHLeEHGkqBIBuS9yHgZ8Ck6UjSaPfiQvRFDh6fyRPL7F1IY2mguHg2GEXqzknfVEvp/s320/CIMG1945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399378022392378162" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Detective work on Halloween. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2xJR10U-nT3fMpFglwmPRzWNtb0uXVmeI1mA7zFvibX9pfi8mm_7YcM1S6Cq5NKTCoMF_Bn-p44OzIbxttutiEXeZow2S9GXgpBkP-ghdcwMezd-WV_jiV4nx4MRRh86g7lwSFe_lEqnM/s320/IMG_7914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399381014294982162" /><div> New hobbies. Love it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1X5DxvTBEKjsV38VgnukbPh3u3Q6tP2miqS6GIYiRYRj5hIzKU5Q_26d6zjrVjNAM085gdDylNboy1_7MWiEu_Sosqkyvy39L1Yyy1cpSIsxOEpfu7Vok0vSsnsyR0M0RftabKmOrSi6/s320/football+139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385006312375890" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Footballing. Injuries included. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgec2IakaapzhLa8BM-BYK7mMMPL51lSrzmtGi3VQJQYaQOpduPk8efDNOAlGCQrx3SFkNvKL-7HY7G_Mx6oIFxy4sLdP0-W1pMnT8UP-ZQaCFqWE98KXIQKZ-c1pdmM15WtsHVfzxnpGto/s320/CIMG1821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385440346974194" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sardines group. Check the elevators. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGJo0AUZ0Td-S74qbbSO6fFAsLHFNn-fbwewvZ67ujc0E9JSgNrzrMbvrnutFdDUccJ7lwJt4lfl96N__oPQPwwYz3CYAdLGd39aSohD3eK0POhscmbNX7mTFrdtKPofT4DyrFAf_mppoJ/s320/100_8549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399386198069716882" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh Tim and Dustin...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3F3f1pIJhVWbeRkDlBSks0eesZfwpAuNrR1fsmVf8zUb3_j30uRn9Mn2mKbC22CU7gGQtYORPb7P58kP6NmAqcFFG3DPs5hztXRZk8IB3H4YgQN9O0dXUv9_T_sAx1ERqjAFfVDmxAHT/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399386874269451314" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>The rocking couch. No really, it rocks back and forth. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHN5Y20hx_tW0Q4ixVAJNjxTdxsV8r1-1fYNB3Chd5kLCXKV_DLF95Rh0banUZXE4JbSRLFWAdyEFZBpNkpD94NYzn3rZvtD8yQbVF_xV9OWpRa-cXb1CNJHVcGDWEcHZGyjmLAoP9heU/s320/IMG_7832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399389629895433538" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div>After we woke up while camping. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Every day we try to make the next day better. So far so good. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-48237931635145993372009-08-03T11:35:00.000-07:002009-08-03T11:43:33.809-07:00As it happens.<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Let us say that perhaps one day we will look back on everything we have done. Will we be satisfied with our past? Can we accept everything we knew we missed? Will we or will we not wish we could do it all again? </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Some people fear death, some people fear rejection. All I fear is this simple fact: Wishing I could relive what I have already had the chance to. I do not desire to ask for something I have already been given so freely. I have decided now that want such a life that if someone were to ask me if I feel that I have lived solid, full, and splendid years, I can look at them in all ernest and say ‘yes’ with all confidence. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">In this wide world we are all so eagerly a part of, there is much more to see than what most people believe. The seven wonders of the world, the great art of history and the ancient words written on the subway walls hold no light to the miracle of waking up and having the potential to discover all of them and so much more. We know, surely, in our hearts and minds, that it is not where you have been but who you have seen them with. Such a gift should not be experienced alone. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">So let us say that perhaps one day we will look back on everything we have done. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Will we be satisfied?</span></span></span></p>Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-70272217609302049842009-03-08T23:24:00.000-07:002009-03-09T00:14:59.727-07:00Nicole Plays WorkWhilst working at the Ron Wilson Center (for effective living) there are many things that are to be taken seriously. When working with people with disabilities their safety, well being, and personal preference for activities is a very high priority. Fortunately I work with clients and staff that counter the seriousness wonderfully. These are some of my favorite moments and/or quotes. <div><br /></div><div>One client I work with has a small job at the local grocery store putting food away and organizing displays. He loves rock 'n roll and enjoys dancing just as much as the next person. One day while organizing the front wall we had a growing garbage pile that needed to be disposed of. I suggested that he should throw it away before it got too big to carry and he looked at me and said "I can't, I broke my legs." and walked a little ways away. He looked back and smiled and came back to take it to the trash. As he left he threw up a peace sign and chanted "Peace, love, and rock 'n roll" as he made his way to the garbage. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A typical moment at Monmouth 1 house:</div><div>Darren is watching Star Wars (episode 1 only) and nodding off every few seconds. </div><div>The phone rings.</div><div>"Hello?" Darren says tiredly. There is a long pause for the reply. </div><div>"Yes." he said. </div><div>"Uh huh." He seemed a little indifferent and bored. </div><div>"Yeah. I will." and he hung up. </div><div>"Who was that?" I asked. Curious because they don't get many calls. </div><div>"Wynter." He says. She is another staff that works at the house. </div><div>"Oh. What did she need?" </div><div>"I dunno." He said falling back asleep and taking no further interest in the matter. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>One conversation with Jessie St. John:</div><div>"So Jessie, What do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked.</div><div>"Elvis." He said simply while he went out for a smoke. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My boss was giving out high fives at lunch at the day program The Center has. </div><div>But she doesn't know that one of our clients has egg salad sandwich all over her hands that i went to go get a napkin for.</div><div>Gotta be ready for anything. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing like a good day at the RWC. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-61348794882791713642008-12-04T22:38:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:26:46.833-08:00Nicole's Life SoundtrackI have been compiling a list of sweet tunes for quite some time now. Sadly it still not very long, but i am getting there. They are not in any particular order, i do not play favorites. These particular songs are special and have a significance<em> i</em> don't even know the meaning to. I hear them in stores, waiting rooms, commercials, and films and they always stand out among the rest. I don't know what it is about them but they are different. A bit weird? well yes.<br /><br />1.) Green Day- Castaway<br />2.) Foxboro Hot Tubs- Mother Mary (Green Day)<br />3.) Sufjan Stevens- Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland<br />4.) Owl City- Hello Seattle<br />5.) The Boy Least Likely To- Be Gentle With Me<br />6.) Regina Spektor- The Call<br />7.) Ben Kweller- Sundress<br />8.) Chicago- 25 or 6 to 4<br />9.) Muse- Supermassive Blackhole<br />10.) Claude Debussy- Clair De Lune<br />11.) Coldplay- Kingdom Come<br />12.) Gabe Dixon- All Will Be Well<br />13.) Ordinary Boys- Lonely at the Top<br />14.) Rusted Root- Send Me on My Way<br />15.) B.B. King- Stand By Me<br />16.) Chuck Berry- Johnny B Goode<br />17.) Death Cab For Cutie- Follow You Into The Dark<br />18.) Jose Gonzales- Heartbeats<br /><br />Nothing like a sweet beat to make the day.<br />Check 'em out.<br /><br />Cheers.Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-16872437890320542672008-09-30T23:15:00.000-07:002008-10-01T00:21:17.626-07:00Some Typical Shinanigans<div align="center"> Once upon a midnight day there was a group of utterly ridiculous, completely niffty college kids playing in a dumpster. (it was cleaner than it sounds.)<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Gy8jUwM7dupbvBbJkJVGBwzDVmZK7kpFXusuWzJzMFdeGu5r1f-hsMFed8AKuZFzYhSDMhmamYFfCJG2SU_bP7LfJaWyg0uJN-J2LDqJjq0MFbWXapR9UoCKnYf12eqUHTZuQtOPD7Fu/s1600-h/Sept+2008+1+129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252067677684208466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Gy8jUwM7dupbvBbJkJVGBwzDVmZK7kpFXusuWzJzMFdeGu5r1f-hsMFed8AKuZFzYhSDMhmamYFfCJG2SU_bP7LfJaWyg0uJN-J2LDqJjq0MFbWXapR9UoCKnYf12eqUHTZuQtOPD7Fu/s320/Sept+2008+1+129.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Then one fell in. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252068461143111602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7o3ILnVkYKpMZJS3FXn7PyJOLpS1FjDERhj3mal9J1koP5Y_AE3I9eS3xc2E4b_5zKrf3hyurs-Djy0l7j41gk0mSqTbk1tdDOlt7-1q-PVuw62QdDv3zOoBdB9W5i5md-YX644qQ56JT/s320/Sept+2008+1+133.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">After such an adventure they had a sudden burst of creativity. They soon decided what better way to express them selves than to have a tye dye party. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252069781559836178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0X0RhW1BkNuOdoSJ6EtAO_4Eh_nKqHRbd6PYGnodqfsR5yqu9I1v8QZQOhfWdomB6UWAdhgGI87aFcJzk8OoqvnH2CjZ-3X2QW2DR96B_aOwmq5-4A-kX8L13DWBGLfkyNbzWJOY1g15E/s320/Sept+2008+1+230.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Once they decided they were heading dangerously close to the social "norm" they made plans to remedy that fact by playing a good old fasion game of cowboys and indians. It seemed logical enough.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252072196029022722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3OPRnFm26lzLDPkAPaBtdNlNZ7ntlKimqoIR2CdL__MEeiIH3ZLOZo3ccWYOrBzscKS2GLfmIUvYN68wLEDhj6f2CA2YQ00w0ZoK7gKctoTofTO8kJm-MGeI8DUS_YIs3FW_wzBs7iyeX/s320/sept+08+byui+3+018.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Indians in their native habitat. Or something. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252072199551395330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCRfM8vU6wZFARRuz3io_UzZl3d1HGSirUgg6L57i5QbNEbtGnVCQ1TeCoR5J58G3yU8yN-wKmMxB6mSXUXsSVHLenkLCdLtogPFmDynwkxxAnPC_mbTB1W44O-3l-0f9q14LjcAw0BUA/s320/sept+08+byui+3+038.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This one died. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252072201394981314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgWB5k9EEJpBoKU_9vzgUN3TkWkUcLQXJnq1oLBxrw6HuPbtBlnLNuFRo-8jN7ic7EDsVbT_v9hKTkDEoosHl92Dj6SGkv0CD2NVQYn1avbFT_CrLJhiZRbo97N8CAdDkpv2Jdzp9IOvB/s320/sept+08+byui+3+063.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Once this subsided we realized that our unique activity quota was not as full as we would like. So we declared a bike jousting tournament. (The correct precautions were taken as seen bellow.)</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Fat Suit.</div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252076126782530930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvu9H3XNYSDDWMfiT4JKzyNt6qzTJdJIjCu9hYo7QjLr9-Ddm-nmQJH5efU5Kqr9dlejsxnMlkDTPe8-dQsY-vHcCDxOLiuzwGlAvxSa83PFaoeeT44qe_3oHzDXhAmyml9TRheqerqPmw/s320/sept+08+byui+3+120.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><p align="center">Before.<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252076134101922418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2lPDz7QGzmUPXY_ZkwZopUb7LBsJtkbGzXttws4wRNa-3N09rsaneV25L3TJ9RYvtXuc42soazO_W-ElISz-U__H3OjTFqHZKuhB_rI6hMegNGA6rwSJ1-5xLo_cbfhNhgBcpUBMq_pQY/s320/sept+08+byui+3+110.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">After.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252076133021615906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTkIJFC3g3cd5pYJABI8KgxZ7yyZuWYjVO7cmqtFHFJI5zFOuS4vNbGjMXjtCVAANtm338exqXKLLuto-eQwS2AjzdI4zHiCyvW1Ei4_8yGpv2yoLGmom3DUE4vBerHNzMCktgkxy8fVn/s320/sept+08+byui+3+112.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Mexi wins. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252079153953879090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUYPdbZ4JKjYNyTCtuR1lGUtrbprZJOaWHGdQQrlxdq0882Tu8u8SxSX6dZVehs94tZhPkfay159qtHGEhD3LSb5quSw-0fuOr0fD7-ga-0Bp2zA8N5ehPs4lYqhFvxftxAjP9bAA6BPH/s320/sept+08+byui+3+104.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Then somehow she made it into this tree.<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252078415645402434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodYdo2mX-wxZrxm8wusgxWmqxwOtXamb2EQRN3swakyIkehFM3Kiz9tBCkPCNgexIpL7bKjwpeRdb38vb9bzJbVrvBdp-L2b1chToQCuWnojHNIezuglWzhEz38WK16wCPZ3sdSS76C3m/s320/sept+08+byui+3+131.JPG" border="0" /> </p><br /><p></p><br /><p align="center">After every week of ridiculously outlandish events we end them playing at the dunes and trying to build a fire and share less than scary stories. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252081222992046754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="101" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2KpgPNiwxmL2a8CoSR1JMU4lQszE42po9dsWjdyVE2tnV24ejT4mDkLGI2shU2NiPa3KFEo7kXj88RoRVriuQPYBkZ6_hmrpKhjdZ0_1uQSMbzzCfLfGVsJtm55KLTKpXR1iODlDR6Mnz/s320/Sept+2008+1+182.JPG" width="320" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The End.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">(ish.) </span></p><p> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"></p>Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-420183250061952568.post-15675888542531570902008-09-20T01:22:00.000-07:002008-09-20T01:39:05.971-07:00Nicole goes to school.As i am back at school, this also means classes and other such commitments. My class list is as follows:<br /><br />1.) Fencing- It's a lot like ballet but with 398 more ways of offending people. Even the slightest move can send people into a fury.<br /><br />2.) Philosophy- Ancient Rome philosophers and the tales they told to get them in trouble. Its an interesting class to say the least.<br /><br />3.) Social Problems- More like stand up comedy for an hour and a half, our proffesor makes us call him Steven. Not Proffesor Smith. We learn about how people act in situations that go against what is normal to them, and how they always leave in a more awkward mood anyway. <br /><br />4.) Church History- Self explanitory. It is an interesting class, which is interestingly enough held in the agriculture building. Who would have thought?<br /><br />5.) Humanities- The study of literature, music, art, film, philosophy, and also human beings. The people in this particular class are perfect example of "individuality". Interesting indeed.<br /><br />6.) FA 100- Fine Arts 100 is a compilation of concerts, plays, and other such performances which must be attended as a requirement for graduating. Naturally i had no choice not to take it. Sooner is better than later i suppose.Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13700788766260887572noreply@blogger.com3