tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36638788276909351782024-02-07T02:02:11.592-08:00Me, My Wife and ChildrensAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-34127246694336823502016-10-21T04:17:00.001-07:002016-10-21T04:38:09.443-07:00The Princess Bride<div style="text-align: justify;">
I don't normally say this, but I found myself liking the movie version better than the book. Ouch, sorry for that. It's just that the basic elements on the movie itself were complete and more humorous than that on the words written on the book. Although the movie was set, filmed and shown in 1987, I was only able to watch it a month ago and I was rather weary watching it. More like bored, actually. Well, what do you expect? The lighting and the different cinematic presentations of the 21st century was nowhere seen on the 80's film. But when I got to read the book and compare it with the one I watched, I finally realized, I'd rather watch Buttercup & Westly's love story again on the big screen than dwell with the way the situations and plots were written on the book. Sorry, it's just my imagination were really flying with colors with the movie. The movie was really hilarious!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-83067259702918068272016-10-04T05:31:00.000-07:002016-10-21T04:37:18.233-07:00Tis so Much Better to Get Rid of than Receive<div style="text-align: justify;">
There are two kinds of people in this world: Those who find more excitement in getting a new box of stuff, and those who find more excitement in getting rid of a box of stuff. Although my home would suggest the former, I'm definitely in the latter camp. One great way to clear stuff out without having to haul it somewhere or host a garage sale is Freecycle (although I've heard the Craigslist "free" space works well too). I've used Freecycle to unload all kinds of stuff that I thought no one would want, including arcane textbooks, humongous curtain rods, valences, light fixtures (broken and not), and a pile of bricks. This week I plan to get rid of a jogging stroller that's been through a decade of kiddos. Finnaly, oh my God, the anticipation. So, if your place is beginning to look like it needs an Oprah intervention, check out freecycle.org. Hmmm, I'm feeling all public service-y right now. That's a good thing, right?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-42668902757960857832016-08-29T08:25:00.000-07:002016-10-21T04:15:48.251-07:00An Acai Berry a Day Keeps the Doctor Away<div style="text-align: justify;">
A little twist on a old wives tale. Only this time its no tale. The acai berry with grows on the acai palm in the Amazon rain forest appears to be an all natural superfood. High antioxidant levels, omega oils, fiber, vitamins and minerals make this food source one of the most nutritious foods on earth. In addition to the acai berry the Amazon is the richest region of the world for herbal, botanical and pharmacutical discoveries today. The health of the native people of this area is something to be desired. Living on a daily intake of this nutritionally rich food source they don’t suffer the dibilating diseases that we in the western world suffer. Adding these beneficial foods to our diets will help balance our great eating habits we have here. From here you can find out about how others are finding benefits from the Amazon acai berry and the impact it is having on them. What products are available that use acai berry as its base. The nutritional value that you can derive from consuming the acai berry. What ever you need to find out about from the Amazon here we will try to find answers to your questions. Oprah Winfrey had Dr. Perricone, the author of the Perricone Promise, on her show who is a leading nutritional expert. He claims the acai berry to be today’s number one superfood. Reports have even shown that consuming the acai berry with its high levels of antioxidants can help fight cancer. And antioxidants have shown to be the best compounds for fighting the effects of aging.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-66927406474440943902016-05-27T05:04:00.000-07:002016-05-27T05:04:21.610-07:00Hard Candy Beetle<div style="text-align: justify;">
I had been flirting with this polish for a long time then finally decided to bring it home during one of my rare trips to Walmart. This polish applied well (3 coats here) and my manicure lasted for about 4 days which for me it is pretty good. I didn't think it was all that until I heard one of my coworkers talk about "the cool color-changing polish Kat had on a couple of days ago". This is a really interesting duochrome nail polish. Not shy at all! It looks either green or purple depending on how the light hits it. I hope you can tell by looking at these pictures!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-9838774194324830392015-05-25T03:46:00.000-07:002015-05-25T03:46:10.104-07:00Hypnosis in Abu Dhabi, a Transformative Holiday<div style="text-align: justify;">
Today we’ll talk about hypnotherapy in Abu Dhabi. Abu Dhabi is a luxurious place which will for sure hypnotise you as soon as you arrive there.Abu Dhabi, the second most populous city in the United Arab Emirates after Dubai. Abu Dhabi is the perfect place if you are stressed and tired, because you will instantly forget about all your problems after you walk on the beautiful streets paved with flowers and after you have dinner at one of the very romantic and beautiful restaurants here. Abu Dhabi has grown as a large and advanced metropolis and it’s also known as the fourth most expensive city in the region and also the 68th most expensive city in the world. As Abu Dhabi becomes a growing tourist destination. Many people are flocking here for a new trending mind body experience of hypnotherapy with <a href="http://www.adrianrusin.com/" target="_blank">UAE’s leading hypnotherapist</a>.</div>
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Tourists are flying home literally transformed, healed, happy and inspired. Today the city is the Emirates center of political and industrial activities, as there are plenty of resources as petroleum(rock oil) and natural pearls, also the tourism has been improved so far and last, but not least, financial activities, including shopping, have also very big connotations in Abu Dhabi. As long as your funds let you do it, Hypnotherapy Abu Dhabi is all you need for your mind, body and soul because you will be absolutely fascinated by the landscape, you can also visit the commercial places and buy souvenirs for your loved ones, you can visit the beach, have a cocktail with a beautiful scene of the entire city from the tallest building. Make a great journey visiting Abu Dhabi, it’s worth it!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-89624808136770238842015-02-11T03:26:00.000-08:002015-02-11T03:26:47.219-08:00Joyland by Stephen King<div style="text-align: justify;">
The dark chronicler of our time. Joyland by Stephen King "Who dares enter the funhouse of fear". Here's what I believe about Stephen Edwin King: just as John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey wrote the poetry of the younger Boomer generation, Stephen King has written our maturing prose story. From Boy's Only yarns like "Stand By Me" to the Horror-laden lifework that began with Carrie, he's caught the lifes of us real-life Boomers with unfailing veracity. Only Terry Pratchett seems to be able to consistently reach into that same Jungian zone we somehow share. How can a writer inspired by EC comic books as a kid have gone on to expand that four color EC world into a vast, unique, haunted Prose universe? The answer, whatever it is, makes Stephen today one of the most well-known writers living or gone. In a way I envy him. The writers who inspired me as a boy (Sir Charles G D Roberts, Grey Owl, Ernest Thompson Seton, Rudyard Kipling, Jack London, Edgar Rice Burroughs) are either forgotten by all but the Faithful, or consigned to the Children's Shelf. But only in a way. The world just gets darker and Stephen grins and says, "See, I was right from the beginning!"</div>
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And yet Stephen's work still somehow throbs like a Who classic. There's hope in that sound. So now comes Joyland from Hard Case Crime. His hero is just an ordinary joe with an ordinary name (Devin Jones) who gets a job at an archetypal amusement park. It's got your House of Horrors, a mirror house, a wax museum and lots of thrilling rides. We've all been there, we think. But hang on: out of our memories Stephen is about to build nightmares. Partly, I don't understand the man. While Stephen was scared of things under his bed as a kid, I knew that the rustling under my bed was a short-tailed Manx cat that nobody else wanted or some critter I'd found Out There in the cruel world and was now healing (I hoped) in a shoebox with holes. But I understand the people he writes about. They're us. Joyland is available as a paperback book and an Audiobook (narrated by Michael Kelly). About it, Stephen says, "I love crime, I love mysteries, and I love ghosts. That combo made Hard Case Crime the perfect venue for this book, which is one of my favorites. I also loved the paperbacks I grew up with as a kid, and for that reason, we're going to hold off on e-publishing this one for the time being. Joyland will be coming out in paperback, and folks who want to read it will have to buy the actual book."</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-47191943788078242422014-12-17T01:57:00.000-08:002015-05-25T02:51:07.157-07:00The most Popular Fly fishing Brands<div style="text-align: justify;">
Trident Fly Fishing.com is a site that offers various selections of fly fishing equipments. The european version is <a href="http://www.desprepescuit.com/" target="_blank">here</a>.There are various popular fly fishing equipment brands offered at this site. Hardy fly fishing is one of the most popular fly rods and fly reels brands available at this online store. Fishing is an interesting activity often done by many people when they have free time. In catching fish, you need to choose the right fishing method in order to get much fish as you want. After you decide the right fishing method that you want to use to catch fish, you need to prepare the equipment needed to catch fish by using the fishing method that you have chosen. If you have decided to use fly fishing method, you need to prepare fly rods, fly reels, and other fly fishing equipment. It is very important for you to choose the popular fly fishing equipment brand if you want to buy fly fishing equipment.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-78037703264018135262014-10-20T03:13:00.001-07:002015-05-25T02:51:45.089-07:00Inception<div style="text-align: justify;">
By now, the internet is half Inception essays, the other half being heated comment sections about Inception. Nolan's critics are not entirely wrong, but I just can't get worked up over their objections. I thought the movie was masterful, engaging, really top-shelf filmmaking. The audience I saw it with was suspended in rapt silence, until the final shot cut to black, an anguished collective groan, giving way to hearty applause. I sense a future classic. I really enjoyed seeing so many genre influences writ large (shots and ideas from movie history) worked into a fresh entertainment. I wish I had a dvd screener of it, I could do some convincing A/B shot comparisons. In no particular order: The rooftop meeting to discuss Yusef's dream drugs seemed right out of a nearly identical scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark (famously, Spielberg paying the locals to take down their TV antennas to better look like wartime Egypt in Inception, a sea of satellite dishes). </div>
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The location, paired with a similar feel, a team assembled for a push into enemy territory, discussing what's next, seemed to me an unmistakable nod. The very Mission: Impossible plot of a secret team creating impersonations and clever manufactured situations to trick a guy at the end. Inception is more of a modern M:I than the Tom Cruise movies. At many points during the movie I felt retroactively hi-fived for watching the entire Mission: Impossible series. The Bond elements. Everyone calls out the machine-gun ski patrol/snow fortress as an On Her Majesty's Secret Service homage, sure. But something seemed very Nintendo Goldeneye 64 about the fortress and guards. A sort of latter-Bond amalgamation. And all-goon, all railing-kill land where you target cyphers through a rifle scope, and toss proximity mines into vent shafts. There's more certainly, but this pizza is not going to eat itself.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-68138159741110972162014-08-27T06:37:00.000-07:002014-09-03T06:42:19.607-07:00Hiatus<div style="text-align: justify;">
I've been on hiatus for a bit, and hopefully I'll return soon, i'll be back in the first week of september, but for now I've been focusing on keeping my spirit clear of negativity and reading and writing the blog has been on the back burner. Sometimes the state of the nation is just sensory overload and I need to channel that light and energy within until I'm a bit stronger. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-4894983748052772912014-05-13T08:10:00.001-07:002014-10-20T03:03:27.352-07:00Craigslist Strikes Again<div style="text-align: justify;">
I am so sick of Craigslist. People giving dogs away "Free to good home" and then I get emails like this: Hi my name is Mary. I run a rescue in (month). I received a frantic phone call this morning from a man who recently adopted a jack russell. He has only had the dog less than a week and is already to dump in a shelter. He claims the dog is around 20 pounds and is mixed breed. Unsure on any shots and is not neutered. He was a free to good home on craigslist. They are unequipped to deal with the dogs issues and asked me to take him. I am really full right now and can not take this on. I am hoping to find the dog a safe place before the end of the day or I fear they will take him to a shelter where he will most likely not get adopted. I can be reached at (phone number). Thanks - Mary. This is so common! People dump their problems on someone else and then that person who has no emotional attachment to the dog dumps the dog and then what happens. Dead dof! I guess the kill shelter is better then abused. Seriously I think free to good home should not be allowed! Well really I wish Craiglist didn't exists for animals to be traded like inanimate objects.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-1646664001180351872014-03-13T08:25:00.001-07:002014-03-13T08:29:29.139-07:00Good Things<div style="text-align: justify;">
Ooops. I wrote something slash-y. Okay, so, for the uninitiated, I wrote a short fanfiction story. I've published it on fanfiction.net, and so far I've received amazing reviews, which has just blown me away. I was so nervous about posting it! Now I'm just so happy that people like it and think that I got Castiel's thoughts down perfectly... what a compliment! I wrote it from Castiel's point of view, because I find him fascinating, and the fact that we don't really get to see what's going on in that head of his... he's a bit of a mystery. And that's fun to explore! And, well, it's slash, which means it's kind of a love story between Dean and Cas. That isn't everyone's cup of tea, I know, hell, it wasn't mine, that's for sure, for a long time, but hey, we're all different. So if the idea of that freaks you out, icks you or makes you uncomfortable, please don't read it. I wont mind! In any case, it's not physical, that's only implied. There's no touching, etc. So, really, it's very tame. Just Castiel's thoughts and the resulting conversation with Dean. Anyhow. If you'd like to read it. I'm almost feeling a little proud of it... weird, but, I've had such good feedback that it's really allayed my fears, and I'm definitely encouraged to write more. </div>
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Especially because I've written 2 fantasy stories and drawed 4 <a href="http://www.cartoon-coloring-page.com/fantasy-coloring-pages/" target="_blank">fantasy coloring pages</a> now and they were both liked and got wonderful reviews. So, I'm feeling a bit braver! (Here is a short demo of the first story I wrote: "Exclusive Interview With Castiel, Angel Of The Lord". Anyhow, I have posted it here before, but there it is in case you missed it. I'm actually considering doing a few more in this interview series, with other characters like Bobby, Sam, etc). If you do decide to read it / them, please let me know what you think. Meanwhile my hand / wrist is feeling better. Not completely, of course, but I'm just glad the brace and Celebrex are helping, because that's a good sign it's only temporary. My house is so cold right now! They did say we'd have a cold winter this year, didn't they? Luckily, I have an awesome heater, thanks to mum, so with door snakes and closed doors along the hallway, along with solastic-ed windows to stop the drafts, it's infinitely better. I hope everyone is keeping warm (or cool) wherever you may be. I'll be back tomorrow probably to post something more substantial. Take care!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-8287604647834155772013-11-12T15:36:00.000-08:002013-11-12T15:36:13.197-08:00Lose Weight Naturally<div style="text-align: justify;">
Certain changes have to be made to your diet too. Start first by getting rid
of all those fries and sweet stuff. Sounds too tough - well, think of all those
eager eyes staring mercilessly at you! Use natural substitutes instead. Get
pre cut <a href="http://www.weightshapes.com/fruits-and-vegetables/" target="_blank">fruits and veggies</a>. You can nibble on these when you are hungry. Having
real fruits instead of fruit juices will cut out a large number of calories and
will also fill your stomach more. The increased fiber intake is good for your
bowels too. Have gallons of water, if you can! Water will alleviate the sharp pangs of
hunger. By dissolving toxins, water will be good for your skin also. Water will
remove any dehydration and the skin will take on a beautiful luster. Control your portions. Substitute white bread with brown. Eat in a smaller plate to help you lose weight.
Visual appearances do affect our food intake. If you stuff a smaller plate with
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Chewing on your food also gives you the kind of satisfaction that aids in
reducing food intake. Starting off with a salad or a low fat soup is another
great way to cut your food intake. Soups can be very beneficial if they are
home made and thick. In addition to giving you lots of vital nutrients, they
will also take away the sharp pangs of hunger that urge you to eat more than
you actually want. Snacking in between meals is a good idea. Have a small salad bowl or a low
fat cracker plate by your side. It is ok to eat 6 times a day provided your
overall intake is lesser than before. Actually, healthy snacks especially those
high in fiber will reduce hunger. Never eat after 7 pm. Go to bed on a light
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-49206307973559360702013-11-01T06:58:00.000-07:002013-11-01T06:58:33.062-07:00Just Riding The Rollercoaster<div style="text-align: justify;">
Okay! So... I've been gone forever it seems, but, well, I'm still alive. Technically. Haven't been doing much. Another hospital visit, which was really helpful since I was very sick at the time. I'm going alright now, just climbing back up slowly. I hate the fragile, walking on eggshells feeling you get after a crash. But, need to be gentle with myself I suppose. I got in contact recently with someone from my past who I haven't talked to for 8 years. It was very emotional, but ultimately, a good thing. I was incredibly happy. For 24 hours. Then, my body and subconscious mind seemed to catch up with my brain (even though I was okay with it all), and just have a conniption of it's own. Without my input. So, okay, body, have you're little WTF, hissy fit, freak out moment and we'll get back on track, okay? Right? Good-o. God, I have never had anxiety or panic attacks like it. I nearly crashed my car a few times, and could barely see straight from adrenaline. Kept almost blacking out as my vision would go black around the edges. My hands tingled and got numb, my heart palpitations never left. It lasted 3 straight days. And I'm talking 24 hours here. I barely slept, and only just managed to eat. I was a complete wreck. Luckily this started just before I went into hospital. When I finally got there, I could barely string a coherent sentence together, they sedated me and I slept for 19 hours. Talk about scary. When I woke the next day, the anxiety was finally waning, but I remained a mess for 5 days, although slowly getting better. I'm okay now, back to normal, but my mood has plummeted a bit. </div>
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To be expected I guess. The annoying thing was, I was actually happy about what had happened, I was okay with it. It was scary and nerve-racking and a fucking HUGE step to take, and I took it by myself, my own decision... but my body had other ideas, and that's the thing about anxiety that peeves me the most - sometimes, you just don't know why, and you have no choice. No amount of thought-challenging, CBT, coping skills, deep breathing, etc will help. You've just got to ride it out. With some chemical help :) Meanwhile, I've been looking for a job (yep) and just generally wasting time watching DVDs, creating graphics and funny pictures, getting addicted to social networking, writing more fan fiction, reviewing fan fiction, finishing my downloads and burning of season 5 Supernatural so I have the whole season on DVD, helping an online friend with her novel, trying to do what needs to be done in the house and garden, some photography and editing, going for walks with mum and Jessie, and making sure I have lots of support around me while I'm still a bit fragile. Trying to keep busy is my main focus right now. I need the distraction, to give myself time to get my focus, centre and connection back. Need to repair some of the roots holding me upright, because they got torn up a bit. (And I think there's a branch or two that needs pruning). My wrist got a lot better and I stopped wearing the brace for about 2 weeks. Then 3 days ago, the Tendinitis seemed to come back and I was in pain again, so... brace back on. Annoying, but at least I know what helps it. I'll leave you with a little meme I found today. You can do it if you want, it was fun. (By the way, don't worry, I don't know who half the people are either! Hello Google!). Take care BlogBugs. Cheerio! P.S. Can't remember if I posted this, but I wrote a short Supernatural 'drabble' fic. It's 500 words and you can read it here if you're interested: "I'll Hold You Up If You Hold Me Together". Enjoy :)</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-11174233232773957772013-09-27T07:34:00.000-07:002013-09-27T07:34:51.038-07:00Book Review: Lily (McDade Cycle) by Cindy Bonner<div style="text-align: justify;">
Title: Lily. Author: Cindy Bonner. Genre: Historical Romance. Hardcover: 350 pages. Publisher: Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill; 1st Edition (October 1992). Description (from <a href="http://news-bite.com/" target="_blank">News-Bite.com</a>): Loosely based on historical events and possessing a simple, frontier-legend plot-farmer's daughter and dashing outlaw fall for each other-this sensitive, winning western a la Larry McMurtry might easily attract fans outside its genre. The year is 1883. The town is McDade, Tex. Narrator Lily Delony, 15, can't stop thinking about 18 year old Marion Beatty, kid brother of three notorious ruffians known as "the Beatty gang." Marion begs Lily, "Don't judge me by them over there" meaning his robbing, murdering siblings and she trusts him, risking her reputation to sneak out with him at night. When McDade's citizens organize a posse to rid themselves once and for all of the Beatty gang, Lily is torn between loyalty to her respectable family and love for her gun-totin' Romeo. First novelist Bonner credibly conveys her heroine's sincerity, bravery and naivete as well as rugged Marion's charming yet dangerous persona. </div>
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The thing I hated the most, and it is magnified by the fact that I read a review about the second book in the series, is that Marion is a big ol' d-bag. I hate him. He is a liar. A drunk. A gambler. A thief. A rapist (okay, maybe he's only a semi-rapist). And probably a killer too. I was so frustrated at how Lily easily believed that she was in love with Marion. The second book (spoiler) tells how Lily lives with and sorta-kinda-maybe falls for Marion's brother, who turns out to be a decent, loving and caring provider to Lily and her spawn of Satan... um, I mean Marion's kid. And still she goes back to her jerk-wad man in the end. (end spoiler) I couldn't really think about finishing the book after I learned that. I asked myself, "Why bother"? Rating: Did Not Finish. Side Note: The reason I put the ya in parenthesis is because this book wasn't initially aimed towards young adults... I am basing this assumption on the fact that the old covers look like romance covers for adult books. So I could be wrong. Okay, I would recommend this book to people who like their boys very bad. And for people who like old west-y type books.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-14372373179495443662013-07-24T08:01:00.000-07:002014-03-13T08:19:06.070-07:00Let it Snow Manicure<div style="text-align: justify;">
I don't know about you guys, but the snow here in the south of Sweden has been delayed for quite some time now. The last 2 years we've had one of the worst winters in 100 years, while this year it almost seemed as it skipped winter and went straight for spring instead. In a way I wish it stayed like that, I can't stand the cold but it sure would be nice with some snow at least... but then again I always get bored with it after a week. However, during the weekend the temperature went down and we got a tiny amount of snow which barely covered the ground. </div>
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The manicure I have to show you guys is something which I actually wore for Christmas Ever, but it's a great winter manicure if you want to go for something more frosty or snow-like. The nail polishes I used to achieve my goals were the following: Ekineda - Purple 12; Orly - It's Up to Blue; Rubens - Hd 23; Opi - Alpine Snow; Le Man Colour - 14. I received quite a few compliments on this mani. It's quite fun and cute. I think I'll try out some more layering variations in the future, well more nail art actually. I've been quite inspired lately, so who knows what I'll come up with. And I just changed the layout of this blog and I want to start over. I felt the other one wasn't me any more and I needed something new with a better structure. Hope you like it!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-47155335362599369292013-06-21T08:01:00.000-07:002013-07-24T08:01:20.071-07:00What's Better than Asprin?<div style="text-align: justify;">
Cherries! Cherries are a great source of Vitamin C, Potassium, and Boron (which plays a role in bone health for women). Cherries also help fight inflammation. According to a study done at the University of Michigan, the anthocyanins that make cherries red could help relieve pain better than Asprin. The study found that anthocyanins were potent antioxidants that could prevent oxidative damage and also inhibited enzymes called cyclooxygenase 1 and 2 (cox 1 and 2), which is similar in the way anti-inflammatory drugs seek to reduce pain. The study appeared in the Journal of Natural Products published by the American Chemical Society. Lead researcher Muralee G. Nair, Ph.D., Professor at Michigan State University College of Agriculture & Natural Resources, noted about this cherry effect: It is as good as ibuprofen and some of the nonsteriodal anti-inflammatory drugs. Nair said that his lab results indicate that consuming 20 tart cherries could provide anti-inflammatory benefits. Finding a natural way to reduce pain is important, given the serious side effects from common pain relievers called NSAIDs, examples of which include Advil, Motrin, Aleve and aspirin.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-74059510651454249322013-05-12T13:52:00.001-07:002013-05-12T23:51:33.018-07:00How to Lose Belly Fat<div style="text-align: justify;">
Are you troubled with unsightly belly fat? If so, then you may wonder how to get rid of it. So many people are plagued by that bulge of fat that is right there in the midsection. It may seem that no matter how much dieting you do, it never goes away. The good news is that there are plenty of ways to get rid of it. You just need to know how to work on it to target it effectively and quickly. Do not give up, instead, figure out the ways that you can get rid of it fast, sometimes in even one week! Another thing that you must know is that it does not have to be hard. You can do it easily, if you set your mind to it and stay motivated.</div>
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There are several ways that you can get rid of belly fat. Sometimes, it just means making a few small changes in your lifestyle or follow <a href="http://www.weightshapes.com/" target="_blank">diet plans for men</a> for a little while (2 - 4 weeks). First of all, you will want to make sure that you are not drinking too much along the lines of alcoholic beverages. The sugars and calories in alcohol tend to go straight to your belly, which does not help you out when trying to lose that fat. Another thing that you can do easily is just to stop eating fast food. Most fast foods are filled with grease and other calories and high fat products. Make sure that you are not filling your day with fast food meals.</div>
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And on Wednesday he is heading out to sea... Getting in some Mike snuggles while they still can. Mike has been home for the last week working his way through a tedious set of instructional modules and taking online tests for certification in something I have no hope of understanding. Then yesterday he got his 'ship out' orders and he will be leaving on Tuesday for his first Gulf offshore well project. It will be good to start having those nice paychecks rolling in again but still, we will miss him and worry about him being out there on deep water. It will all be worth it when we can get settled into a more or less reliable routine instead of the long stretches we went without him being able to come home over the last two years. I'm always a little shocked and puzzled when women tell me how much they look forward to their husbands being gone on hunting trips and so on...Mike and I actually like each other and the separations are definitely not the part of our relationship that we enjoy! I want to be Ellie in my next life! We have gotten to have a couple of good work sessions with the horses and as always, I have been impressed at how quickly Mike grasps the fundamentals of horse training and how deep his connection to his horse is.</div>
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Most adults new to working on those levels struggle with it and for Mike it comes intuitively. Llego even tested him a bit and they worked through it. I'm always glad to finally see the 'challenge' in a young horse, it lets me know just what we might be up against in the future. With Llego it was so benign that it made me appreciate him all the more. Duffy in the spotlight. Don't you love that face? The winds are still blowing and the fire danger is still on red alert here. There is a new chance for rain towards the early to middle part of next week though, and we can certainly hope for a bit of relief from 9% humidity and skin scouring winds. At least we don't live down in the valley where it is even more relentless. What are you looking at?' Do you think they get tired of me constantly pointing a camera at them? And for me, my back pain is creeping back up because I thought I could make two weeks between acupuncture appointments. I was maintaining because I had an appointment scheduled for Monday, then got a call saying my acupuncturist would be gone for two weeks because her daughter-in-law had a baby! Jody, I'm thrilled for you and so very glad mom and grandbaby are well and healthy and I can't wait to hear about them...just hurry back please!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-4472692569525820992013-01-25T04:24:00.002-08:002014-03-13T08:16:50.997-07:00Valentine's Day '13<div style="text-align: justify;">
Guess what important day is coming soon? Yes, you guessed it right: Valentine’s Day is only a few weeks from now. Single or committed, you can’t ignore this internationally celebrated day. The only difference is that those who are in love will spend a little bit more money than the single ones. Speaking about spending, a beautiful present offered to your loved one on this day should give you a free pass to more "yes, dear" than the regular "hell, no!". This could actually turn into your favorite holiday if you play your cards right. So, here are some tips for all men without a plan: 1. This year, you will start impressing her one day earlier. On the 13th, surprise her with a simple "Would you be my Valentine?" card. I don’t care if you have been married for a few years now, just do it. A little traditional touch couldn’t hurt. On the contrary! 2. It’s Valentine’s Day, of course she expects red roses when you see each other after work. If you insist on giving her red roses at least be a little bit less predictable. Make sure she finds them when she wakes up so she knows you are willing to make her feel special all day long.<br />
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3. Telling her how much you love her is crucial on this beautiful Valentine’s Day so check this website <a href="http://www.shortlovepoems.eu/" target="_blank">www.shortlovepoems.eu</a> for great love poems. It never fails. 4. You have to give her a present that is not flowers or chocolates. Women think they are in title of getting those every day of the year so surprise her with something else (anything besides kitchen tools; that is never a good idea)! The shortest way to a girl’s heart is showing her you don’t care if you make a fool of yourself in order to show her how much you love her. You have got to do something stupid that you wouldn’t normally do: wear pink underwear to work if it’s her favorite color, take her out wearing a T-shirt "Happy to date the girl of my dreams", take her to karaoke and sing for her love ballads, learn love poems by heart, etc. You won’t have to worry about the present she gets you; it won’t be half as good as yours so she will have to repay you one way or another. Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-42753082053350283602013-01-25T04:17:00.001-08:002013-02-27T00:53:00.894-08:00Dolores Poacelli Studio Visit<div style="text-align: justify;">
Dolores Poacelli worked for many years as a graphic designer before turning her attention to being a full-time artist. She often works in series that can have up to 90-something pieces, depending on how obsessed she is with any certain idea. Her studio is dead in the heart of the Italian Market, where she says that she's the "Last Italian Left", and that's only a slight exaggeration since the demographics of the area have moved over the years from primarily Italian immigrant families to a mixture of asian, Mexican and South American immigrants. Dolores Poacelli will be showing work at AxD Gallery in a two-person show with Paul Davis Jones. "Resonances and Reflections" runs from May 20 to June 18th. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-13807225553316895792012-12-05T00:48:00.000-08:002013-02-27T00:50:28.607-08:00Just Don't do it for You<div style="text-align: justify;">
My wife and I talk a lot more than we did before she and I had affairs. I always thought we communicated well, and it was what held our marriage together. We had communicated well at the interpersonal awareness workshop we were attending when we met, and I always thought that had carried on. I could not have been more wrong. Instead we both became less inclined to share ourselves with our partner as a result of real, perceived, or imagined emotional attacks or injuries. Now we talk more, and the conversations don't always flow smoothly. Sometimes we have these talks with the aid of our therapist. More often these days we are able to do it on our own, although we still see him about twice per month as a couple. Sometimes, during these talks, my wife comes up against our differences, what I have called incompatibilities in the past, and she will say "Maybe I just don't do it for you". And maybe she doesn't. But with two lovely daughters to care for, we are strongly inclined to stay together for their sake. They are busy now with <a href="http://www.cartoon-coloring-page.com/" target="_blank">coloring pages</a> and others activities for children their age. After all, my wife and I don't yell, scream, or throw things at each other. We are not emotionally or physically abusive.We are just not as happy as we should be. Or at least I am not as happy as I should be, most times my wife can be pretty happy with me. Last night I had a dream that caused me to awake with a start, and have a hard time returning to sleep. For months now I have had a recurring dream. In it, I have a project that I am working on with, or for, my wife. It's something that doesn't quite make sense, something about lending her a certain number of cd's or something like that. But the project is something I am doing at the request of her and her therapist. And for awhile now its been not making any progress. And then last night, in my dream, my wife told me that her therapist said "Perhaps you are just not that into her" I guess I know what to talk to my therapist about tomorrow. That and the feelings I had last Thursday, about which I already posted.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-46096757621515044922012-11-17T00:48:00.000-08:002013-02-27T00:50:22.433-08:00Writing Chapters<div style="text-align: justify;">
I'm feeling a little discouraged after my session this afternoon with my therapist. I talked about my feelings of not making much progress during the past 9 months of marital counseling. And the feeling that most of what led me to an affair remains the same. His response, among several, was that I might be surprised to know how many couples divorce after their children graduate high school. And that our lives often have many chapters to them, and perhaps this is just one of many that will be the story of my life. And how he knows many people that divorced later in life and remarried to find levels of fulfillment and joy that they had not thought possible. Oh, and some cryptic references to finding someone that would make me genuinely happy once I was more available, should my path eventually lead to divorce. Not very cheerful stuff. Perhaps I have been still hoping to find that magic button that would improve things for me, the way my wife seems to have found a way to be happier than she was several years ago. But after my conversations today with my therapist, that seems a lot less likely now.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-64198502759278978992012-10-25T06:10:00.000-07:002013-03-06T06:12:13.250-08:00I Was Being Watched<div style="text-align: justify;">
The little converted two car garage Bill and I lived in for a couple of years actually had four rooms and a full bath. There were two bedrooms on one side, with the bath off the one in the back of the “house” and a very small living room and eat in kitchen on the other half. The bath had a clawfoot tub, a toilet that you couldn’t use unless you closed the door, and a tiny sink in between. Over the tub was a regular size window and I only covered the lower half as I like a lot of light, plus we backed up to an unused field so I wasn’t concerned about being seen while in the bath. Now, I don’t know about your guys, but when my girls were toddlers, they didn’t want me out of their sight. I learned early on that it was easier just to leave the bathroom door open so that I didn’t have to listen to “Mom? What are you doing? Or “Mom? When will you be out?” over and over again. Privacy, at that time of my life, was rare indeed. So, when Bill suggested he take the girls out with him to do yard work one fine spring afternoon so that I could take a leisurely bath by myself, I jumped on the chance.<br />
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I screamed bloody murder, splashed water all over the place getting out of the tub and running into the bedroom, naked as the day I was born. Bill came running inside, telling the girls to stay back as he had no idea what to expect. I grabbed a robe, dripping water all over the place, as I pointed to the doorway. It took Bill a couple of seconds to see the lizard and then… he burst out laughing. The lizard didn’t appear to be the least bit amused or even interested with all the commotion and he just sat there, staring at us until Bill reached up and snatched him off the top of the door. Bill took the lizard outside and released him into some shrubbery where Bill said he would be safe from me. I wasn’t amused either, especially since that pretty much ended my leisurely bath for the day. Then... a couple of weeks later, as I was taking a bath while the girls were napping, I again felt like I was being watched. This time, when I turned around and looked out the window, a pair of human eyes stared back. Scared and shocked, I gasped, grabbed a towel and ran out of the bathroom but for some reason, I didn’t scream. I called Bill whose place of business was only a few minutes away and he was home in about 6 minutes.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-51474849521866017282012-10-01T00:46:00.003-07:002014-03-13T08:17:55.762-07:00What are You Listening to?<div style="text-align: justify;">
Do you listen to music constantly? I do. My tastes are all over the map. Currently I have been mixing in a little heavy metal and hard rap with my regular tunes, mostly as a result of my workouts at the health club. I purchased an iMix entitled Pumping Iron, put together by the good folks at Apple, and it included some music that I never would have thought to give a listen. But some of those songs go great when lugging around heavy dumbbells (anything over 55 pounds I call heavy). I have also discovered a service called www.lala.com that facilitates trading CD's, and stumbled upon a site that have nothing to do with my music preferences but it make's me think about my weight problem. It's not very good if you are looking to expand your permanent collection. But it's allowed me to sample some music I wouldn't normally buy. As well, the possibility exists to rip the cd onto your pc and then trade it to someone else. You do pay approx. $1.99 for each cd you receive. But with iTunes charging half that for one song, it's a pretty good deal. 'Course, they don't have everything you might want to hear, like Earth Wind and Fire by example, but it's okay.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04633339604718333492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663878827690935178.post-62661157903013383432012-09-26T06:01:00.000-07:002013-03-06T06:05:38.796-08:00Hey Bill… Is That You?<div style="text-align: justify;">
In our early years of marriage, Bill and I lived in a converted two car garage to the right and behind our landlord’s house. It consisted of two bedrooms, a living room and eat in kitchen. What can I say, it was cheap and since Bill was still helping his mom out financially, it was all we could afford. Our landlord’s son was in high school, and his old red swing set was just outside our kitchen door, to the side of the house, and our landlord said our kids were to consider it their own. Since my girls were quite young, they both played on it constantly so there was a always a metallic jangling sound heard around our house throughout the daytime. To make ends meet, Bill worked weekend nights as assistant manager at a nearby drive-in theater. This was actually great because I could watch all the movies I wanted for free. I would put a pillow in the backseat for my oldest, Toni, and another in the front seat beside me for Sandi, the baby. Bill would come out and visit us when he could get a break and bring me free popcorn and cokes. Bill had to close up each night, so he always got home well after the movies ended.<br />
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One Saturday afternoon, he had told me he’d be even later getting home that night because the manager was having a party for his employees to celebrate the birth of his first child. Free booze, whoopee. I had put the kids down for the night and had gotten into bed myself with a book. Let me say here, while I was always paranoid about locking up at night, I wasn’t afraid to be alone in an empty house. And since this was in the early 60s, it was a different time for us all. I have no idea what time it was, but something woke me up; a sound that was a bit familiar, but curious all the same. I immediately called out Bill’s name. No answer. His pillow looked indented, like he had laid down, and after I got out of bed, I noticed his clothes piled up on the little chair on his side of the bed. I called out to him again, but still no answer. Then I heard that sound again and recognized it as the metal jangling on the swing set. Getting a flashlight, I turned it on and immediately went to open the kitchen door. I waved the light over the swing set and called Bill’s name again. Something was up because one of the swing’s was, well, swinging gently. Since there was no heavy winds, I knew something or someone had made the swing move and I felt pretty sure it was Bill.<br />
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So, I took my trusty flashlight and proceeded around to the front of the house and there I found him, in all his glory. Naked behind the hedges, hands clasped around his more intimate area. It seems that Bill had had too much to drink and, after the bed wouldn’t stop spinning, he knew he’d have to upchuck. He didn’t want to wake me or the girls, so he went outside via the kitchen and was in the process of giving his stomach some relief when he heard me calling. When he saw that I had a flashlight and that I was determined to come outside looking for him, he dashed around the corner so that he wouldn’t be in the spotlight. Once we stopped laughing, he slept like a baby. I don’t think there was anyone of my family or friends that I didn’t relate that story to over the next few days, and we all had a good laugh at Bill’s expense. To give him credit, he always had a good sense of humor so he laughed right along with us and would reenact how I had followed him around the house and into the yard, until he was exposed. Fortunately, our landlord, the neighbors and the kids all remained in their beds, and never heard a thing. </div>
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