tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80232038037958818972024-03-19T00:30:00.594-07:00Random ThoughtsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-76815448016224435522011-03-23T19:16:00.000-07:002011-03-23T19:16:42.579-07:00Twitter Language<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">I totally do not understand the Twitter language, nor do I have any real desire to learn. I figure by the time I figure it all out, Twitter will have shut it's doors and it'll just be a flash in the pan. I remember my grandmother saying something similar about the language I used in high school. (Insert "like" into any sentence Clueless-style and you'll have a pretty good idea).</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-86197559384809511832011-03-17T17:24:00.000-07:002011-03-17T17:24:32.135-07:00Homonyms<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Every time I spell "their", "there" or "they're" I have to read the sentence aloud ("allowed") to make sure I have the right ( "write") on. I'm sure my boyfriend hears some stuff that's totally out of context, but it makes sense ("scents") to me. Seriously, how do people learn English as a second language?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-35122576301428489502011-02-24T11:17:00.000-08:002011-02-24T11:17:19.319-08:00Nighttime Injury<div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nothing wakes you up in the middle of the night quite like catching your pinkie toe on the end of the bed on the way around in. It's amazing how quickly you can go from dead asleep to wide awake and coherent.</div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For the record, if you have this one, condensation builds up between the 2 cups so after you have it for a while, you can have one of those cool water cups from the 80's. And to think, I love Cuisinart's stuff...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-34688156560309735042011-01-10T18:36:00.001-08:002011-01-10T18:36:58.965-08:00Snow ShoppingI should preface this by saying my area of the country has never gotten more than a foot of snow at a time in my lifetime.<br />
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What compels people to buy all the bread, milk, butter, and eggs in the store? Seriously? The two most perishable items in my fridge are eggs and milk so why do people rush out and buy all there is when there's a pretty good chance of not being able to get to the store for a day or 2 or worse, having the power go out and losing them anyway.<br />
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I can't tell you the last time I craved some french toast when it's snowing like crazy, but I bet I could go to any one of my neighbors and have all the ingredients handy.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-72426288494143474892011-01-03T09:37:00.000-08:002011-01-03T09:37:11.682-08:00How PeculiarDoes everyone’s mind wander like mine does? I can go from capitalism to cat breeds, to hail storms all in a few seconds. Is that normal?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-66122676787173006372010-12-12T13:13:00.000-08:002010-12-12T13:13:57.285-08:00PackagingThere's something seriously wrong with packaging when I can get a 2,000 lb horse stopped without too much effort yet I have to strain to get into a jar of spaghetti sauce.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-1795711387729990542010-12-10T20:37:00.000-08:002010-12-10T20:37:16.849-08:00Dickies I had someone semi-lecture me this morning on how I need to work harder and do one thing completely before jumping to the next thing. Here’s the irony: They were wearing a dickie. Seriously, you can’t even get a whole shirt on and you’re going to lecture me about doing something completely. (For the record, I did tell them this).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-80286764194500927782010-12-06T14:45:00.000-08:002010-12-06T14:45:15.795-08:00Irritants in the CarNothing irritates me more than specifically parking about 9,000 parking spaces away from the store where there are literally no other cars, then having someone pull right next to me to park. There was a valid reason for this today. I had a massive truck with a 4-horse trailer today and some idiot parked right next to me. Ugh. He’s lucky I was too busy to scream at him out the window then side-swipe his car.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-22732543080576372112010-12-02T15:18:00.000-08:002010-12-02T15:18:48.615-08:00Fake Owls?I love those little owl statues that people get to keep birds or whatever else off of their house. I have no idea what purpose they actually serve, but whatever it was, some dude was having some serious issues this morning. I was behind him in Lowes and he had 8 in his cart. Wouldn’t it have been more cost effective to buy an actual owl?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-55481791051251251232010-12-01T10:43:00.000-08:002010-12-01T10:43:03.693-08:00AdversityI’m amazed at how some people deal with adversity. There is a guy in my apartment complex with polio. He rides around the neighborhood in his wheelchair and is always in the best mood. On nice days, he likes to sit out on his stoop, read, and wave at the cars coming into the neighborhood. He’s completely wheelchair-bound, but he loves the smallest things in life, sunny days, trips to the library for a new book, and Snickers bars. I think we could all learn from him.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-37008895437480492782010-11-29T14:42:00.000-08:002010-11-29T14:42:29.345-08:00Olive GardenHow many fake Italian names can Olive Garden come up with? Is Sacchetti a real pasta dish? I sometimes wonder how hard it would be to be a chef that comes up with new dishes. For most restaurants it would be fun, but Olive Garden seems to have dug themselves into a pasta hole and can’t find a way out. How ‘bout branching out and maybe taking their name for inspiration, say Lemon Chicken with Olives? Actually, they probably have that, it just has some weird name.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-33629708723294073932010-11-27T07:07:00.000-08:002010-11-27T07:07:39.808-08:00Cabin FeverThe first sign of fall is awesome; I love the leaves turning, the cool crisp air, and planning for the holidays. That would be awesome if around the end of January, it would start to get warm again. Around here, we still have at least 3, usually 4 months of cold to go after the new year hits. Talk about cabin fever.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-16837984954427201952010-11-25T17:35:00.000-08:002010-11-25T17:35:08.433-08:00The Road Not Taken<h4><b>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br />
And sorry I could not travel both<br />
And be one traveller, long I stood<br />
And looked down one as far as I could <br />
To where it bent in the undergrowth; <br />
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Then took the other, as just as fair, <br />
And having perhaps the better claim, <br />
Because it was grassy and wanted wear; <br />
Though as for that the passing there <br />
Had worn them really about the same, <br />
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And both that morning equally lay <br />
In leaves no step had trodden black. <br />
Oh, I kept the first for another day! <br />
Yet knowing how way leads on to way, <br />
I doubted if I should ever come back. <br />
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I shall be telling this with a sigh <br />
Somewhere ages and ages hence: <br />
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- <br />
I took the one less traveled by, <br />
And that has made all the difference<br />
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...Robert Frost</b><br />
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Also, I can't think of airplanes without thinking of this:<br />
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<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/0A5t5_O8hdA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/0A5t5_O8hdA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-33171283730961904302010-11-18T15:55:00.000-08:002010-11-18T15:55:06.774-08:00Hurricane (Insert Your Name Here)No way would I date someone who's on the committee that names hurricanes. That's just asking for something bad to go wrong. You know if it ended badly there would be a hurricane Adelaide (or insert your name here) heading for the Carribean Islands. No way would I want to be implicated in that...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-51817944514887545502010-11-17T14:49:00.000-08:002010-11-17T14:49:46.723-08:00Barbie's MeasurementsAlso on the topic of Barbie, who cares if her measurements aren't attainable. Have you ever measured a My Little Pony and tried to see how that would work with a real horse? Yeah, didn't think so. It's a plastic toy, how realistic is it supposed to be? The whole point of playing is to imagine and dream. Kids would never think of this stuff and compare themselved to a toy unless parents put it in their head.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-36112224834171991052010-11-17T10:08:00.000-08:002010-11-17T10:08:55.628-08:00Bombshell BarbieI don't get why someone would be offended by being called Barbie... The woman is not stupid, she's held literally every job under the sun(and been to the moon), has ken, a pretty sweet house, and kids that don't talk back.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-80346010632082833092010-11-16T07:11:00.000-08:002010-11-16T07:11:29.462-08:00VoyeursHome tours are awesome. There's no way you can tell me we're not a voyeuristic society with the amount of people that wander through someone else's home. The online home tours(on real estate sites) are even better because you don't even have to leave the couch to see what others are doing(with their furniture/decor).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-54851822693720812722010-11-14T07:10:00.000-08:002010-11-14T07:10:46.316-08:00Civil War SwampsAdmittedly, I don’t often think about this, but I have so much respect for those that fought in the Civil War(well, actually all wars, but I’m specifically thinking about the Civil War today). After driving to Williamsburg and back yesterday through what used to be battlefields (and this thought came right as we passed Mechanicsville(what Yankees call Cold Harbour). It’s pretty much fields surrounded by swamp. Yesterday was gorgeous, and even then I would not want to trudge through the fields and swamps all over the east coast. It’s amazing to me what they went through.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-62640741526152514982010-11-13T17:06:00.000-08:002010-11-13T17:06:56.429-08:00The failure of group projectsI hate group projects. What usually happens following the professor dividing us into groups is a mental calculation of who the slackers are, who did well on the last exam, and who has the time to do it. After all that mental calculation, the project usually falls on 2-3 people who do the whole thing to make sure the slackers dont screw it up. For years I couldn't understand how professors could not figure out this was happening. Now, I totally get it, it's because it happens in real life as well, and it's more of a lesson in preparation that you're always going to be doing the entire group project as opposed to there will always be harmonious projects after you get out of school.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023203803795881897.post-90807045766316367892010-11-13T04:53:00.000-08:002010-11-13T04:53:13.269-08:00BolognaI've never had a bologna sandwich. I was talking with someone yesterday and they mentioned that the bologna sandwich and the PB&J were the quintissential memories of his childhood(at least related to school lunches, the topic at hand). I've never had bologna, and the idea of a slice of bologna and (processed) american cheese on white bread sort of disgusts me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354825304373481718noreply@blogger.com0