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Following last night's Super Bowl everyone cannot stop talking about the Dodge Ram "God made a farmer" commercial. I agree, it was among my favorites and one of the better commercials lately. But I can't stop thinking about WHY we all love it, and then, because I'm in a bit of a minor depressive and annoyed state in my personal life, HOW the WHY annoys me.<br />
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You know why we all love it? Because it reminds us of what America is supposed to be. It calls up the original concept of working hard, long hours with little reward and being an all- American. Paul Harvey's delivery of the commercial reminded us of the center of the American dream, which is the one thing we all agree with- we all accept and we all are struggling to hold on to. We love the commercial because it made us feel something we already think we feel. That it's actually possible to be a good person, work hard and have a full life as an American citizen. I get it. I felt it too. (though, be serious, didn't you also feel something for the Budweiser commercial when the horse came running back -- *tear* if you didn't you have no soul.. but I digress..)<br />
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So you are wondering, if she agrees with us, we all love the commercial, and for the same reason and it's a great reason then why would it annoy her. Well..<br />
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It's not true.<br />
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We've been fed the idea of the American dream based on an outdated economic system that no longer exists. We've been brought up to believe in the American way of life, and that hard work will lead you to a fuller, more rewarding life. We've been sold on this concept of success based on the past, and the temptation of the "successful" celebrities we have dangled in front of us all the time. If Oprah can overcome adversity so can I.<br />
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But that is not the world we live in any longer. I am annoyed that there is yet another marketing attempt (even though its genius and I loved it) to call up our American dream feelings to SELL US SOMETHING. That's all. The thing is, we've already bought it. We've already fallen for the greatest sales pitch of all time- all Dodge did was repeat it. And it worked.<br />
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We don't live full lives. We work at jobs we mostly can't stand in order to have money to spend on things we don't need. And our measure of success is basically how many useless things you own. We don't work on things for the fulfillment of ourselves and the enrichment of our lives- instead we need money to eat and live, and fancy name brands to show your neighbor how much better you are at selling your soul than they are.<br />
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I admit, I have never liked this- I have always felt like something was missing or just WRONG about the way I have been living- we all have been living. Compartmentalizing our lives between work and our "real" life is sad and destructive to who we are as humanity. Need proof?<br />
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Look at today's youth. They have very little understanding of history, no respect for adults or anything that isn't new, and preferably digital. Young children now depend on being entertained by screens, young adults have no use for historical knowledge, or figuring out what they are talented in- instead they are focused on being successful in the sense that they find the best paying (probably banking) job to fill their lives. We are all disconnected from people. We spend our days on the internet and phone- hardly ever venturing out to engage in actual communication with others- strangers.<br />
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Personally- the veil has been lifted. I don't buy it any more. The America we all believe in is not the same one that currently exists.<br />
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But it could.<br />
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Perhaps influenced by the program Newsroom, or my studies in situationist theory, but I do believe there is another way.<br />
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And, that is the reason I liked the same Dodge commercial.<br />
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What I heard was what could be. If we all made a decision to go back to what makes each of us unique and who we are as individuals. What are you good at? What do you love? What makes you feel fulfilled? If we each do those things-we have a better chance at actual success.<br />
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Thing is- it's hard.<br />
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How do I know? Because I'm doing it. I AM a "farmer". I am working hard on what I love, and what gives back to my community. I am struggling every day, and fighting through tears and set backs and doubts to reach the goal of having a fulfilling life with my family. I'm nursing my project with care and pounding the pavement to make sure things get done. My 40 hour work week ends early on and I continue. I am sacrificing the life I had to work harder, and longer. But it is worth it. I will succeed. I already am.<br />
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( go here for more info on what I'm doing... http://igg.me/p/247931/x/1584272) <br />
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What's funny, all of you- who love that commercial so damn much- think I'm insane. Go figure. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-45521018195398978632012-02-29T13:13:00.000-06:002012-02-29T13:13:04.669-06:00Leaps & Bounds: The Truth About Bullies (from a Non-Parent)Happy Leap Year Kiddos. Hope you enjoy this fantastic extra day of 2012! <br />
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This year bullying has continued to be a focal point among parents, media outlets, schools and general population folks like myself, and therefore I believe it is virtually impossible not to have an opinion on the matter. It is everywhere- we are told of the dangers of bullying constantly during news programs and popular television shows, in fact, I don't think anyone can say that they do not know someone who is being or has been bullied or is or has been a bully. It is an ongoing, common problem which has been brought to the forefront of public concern recently. Thus, of course, I have an opinion. Several in fact, and I look at this in a variety of ways.<br />
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1. <u><b>Being Bullied. </b></u>As a young girl I was bullied, regularly. This became worse when I moved (in fifth grade) to a new school district. I was smaller in stature than most of my classmates, was (VERY) late in maturing and was slightly younger than most of my age group. Moving to a new school was hard. I was constantly harassed in the neighborhood by "popular" boys who tormented me on a daily basis with unrealistically mean comments, inappropriate contact and horrible nicknames. And, teenage girls are even worse. Those I called my friends would suddenly turn their backs on me, ridicule me in groups and force me to spend many "breaks" crying in the girls restroom. And, the abuse I had to endure on the school bus was unbearable. I distinctly remember one instance when a girl who regularly bullied me shoved me against the window and screamed in my face. I still have no idea what that was about. Being a child in this situations is very difficult. Having to deal with this on a constant basis, the fear, the rejection and the self-hating that results from this is far too much for a young developing mind to handle. It is horrible and as a young teenager, I felt alienated, "no one understood me" and I hated my existence.<br />
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But as an adult I have realized that all of that was a part of my growing up. Almost everyone I know now has had a similar experience. And, I highly doubt that my "bullies" even really knew (or remember) that they were my bullies. In fact, the two I mentioned above, are both my Facebook friends whose postings I review regularly and who I greatly respect for becoming successful, talented adults. Having long since "forgiven" them of any wrong doing as a result of the fact that bullying is just a part of life.<br />
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....Ah, but the Television chimes in-- Teenage Suicide has increased, Bullying is a larger problem now than when you were a child....<br />
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2. <u><b>Teenage Suicide</b></u>. Here's the thing that no one wants to hear about, Teenage Suicide has been happening since the history of teenagers. As a 30-something adult, I guarantee when you were in high school, you heard about someone committing suicide, or you threatened to do so. Teenagers are dealing with a vast amount of new emotions that they cannot control yet-- as a result some reach this terrible point. I dont believe bullying itself has led to an increase in suicides. The problem is not teens, its technology.<br />
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3. <u><b>The Technology "Advantage"</b></u> The difference between when I was bullied and now, is that once I got off the bus, it was over for that day. My nicknames would spread around the school slowly- where as now, with the advent of technology such as Facebook, Twitter and texting, our technology allows our bullies to CONSTANTLY attack, and in a public forum no less. While I am all for the advance of technology- maybe we should consider the results of our actions here. It's not the bullies that have changed, it's the format in which they operate. As we become a society more and more focused on pretend relationships, in which we convince ourselves that we are more connected when in reality we are more separated, (don't believe me? right now, we are "connected" as you read this, but in reality, you are alone on your computer just as I was alone when I typed this) our children will become more advanced in this form of communication-- inevitably some bad things will come with it, like pornography and general meanness.<br />
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4. <u><b>The School is Responsible</b></u> Seriously? In speaking with my mother, a public school teacher in the state of Ohio, she mentioned that recently it has been declared that the school district is responsible for any bullying that takes place OUTSIDE of school to one of their students. I cannot wrap my mind around this one. How can the school be responsible? What can they do? While I agree that the school should be aware of bullying that is taking place inside the school during school hours, I do not grasp how they can possibly be aware of every instance of bullying outside of school and what they could possibly do about it. It is not the School who should be responsible. (I feel like I say this about a lot of things) IT'S THE PARENTS!<br />
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And let me tell you, parents-- those of you who are actually DOING SOMETHING for your child regarding bullying, I stand behind you and respect your ability to make the best decisions for your child, his or her life and well-being. The problem is not with those who are standing up and doing something, the problem (as usual) is the massive amounts of parents who do nothing. They don't teach their children how to properly deal with being bullied, or how to treat others so that they do not become the bully. As a former school administrator, I have to say, the number one problem is the parents, either they do not listen, do not care or do not take any action- insisting that the school should be responsible. -- give me a break.<br />
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5. <u><b>Prime Time Television</b></u> Please give me back my Glee and my New Girl free of bullying episodes. I get that it is a hot topic right now, but for the love of everything holy, continually making episodes about the topic further perpetuates the problem. Either kids prone to be bullies see the "bad" kids on television and think it's cool to do so, and end up involved in some school shooting, or they over analyze themselves, begin to think of themselves as monsters and end up in some school shooting, or the bullied kids believe their lives are so horrible that they end up in some school shooting or suicide. Enough is enough- plus my selfish side misses watching hilarious and fun television. This bully topic is getting old and depressing.<br />
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I just think that we ALL should be focused on promoting positive self awareness in our children. There is enough out there in the world to screw them up in a plethora of ways. Let's back off this bullying craze, focus on teaching our children how to communicate with others, have a positive self image and be strong enough in the face of adversity to stand up for themselves. -- basically, I think it's the responsibility of the ADULTS in this scenario to get it together, stop being so sensitive, stop shifting the blame and give our children the tools to survive this crazy world.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-8600920125905530602012-01-04T12:08:00.001-06:002012-01-05T11:26:57.585-06:00Midnight in Paris<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRLDO36sVMqmxOSGhwQ4SdyqiaAvh16mzQfrc1Vd_L_1KfkdmhRmfpTtmHoCa4ckoq4s9dlQfmlBC5GnZu7rHyUrXuroSrb59Lihe535XSKHE65CuG8cgcoJSMIDgKNsc4H9oxDcACVw/s1600/midnight+in+paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRLDO36sVMqmxOSGhwQ4SdyqiaAvh16mzQfrc1Vd_L_1KfkdmhRmfpTtmHoCa4ckoq4s9dlQfmlBC5GnZu7rHyUrXuroSrb59Lihe535XSKHE65CuG8cgcoJSMIDgKNsc4H9oxDcACVw/s1600/midnight+in+paris.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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I finally got around to watching Midnight in Paris. Why I didn't do it sooner, I don't know. It was fantastic-- but this could be my personal bias towards: Owen Wilson, Paris, the concept of living in an earlier time period and well known authors/artists. <br />
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So let's start with the first, Owen Wilson. Why do I have a personal bias towards him-- simple. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0115734/">Bottle Rocket</a>. The 1996 Wes Anderson film starring Owen as Dignon. Dignon's character is perfect. Wilson's brother Luke is also in this film, and as a result I also have a strong bias towards him as well. But my love of the Wilson brothers has continued for many years-- largely in part to my corresponding love of Wes Anderson. (meanwhile, if you have somehow been living completely unconnected with reality for several years and have missed <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0027572/">ANY</a> of the Wes Anderson films-- please remedy that very serious problem immediately). As my love for Owen's characters has grown, it is no real surprise that Midnight in Paris is high on the list of likes.<br />
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Secondly, let's review this situation with Paris. I went there once-- a long time ago. There are two places in the world that I have visited thus far in which I was left with such a distinct, lasting impression that I will forever hold these places in my heart. One was Paris, the other Chicago-- where I now live. There is something about both of these cities that captured my heart immediately. The architecture, the history and the abundance of art, and the artistic, intellectual lifestyle wooed me from the moment I set foot in either city. Paris- the home of the Louvre- arguably the most famous and most impressive collection of art in the world. How could I not love Paris-- historically the epicenter of literature, art and political intellectual free-thinkers for decades. Each time I think of Paris I see myself in an earlier time, short hair, black turtleneck (yes, I realize that could be today) with a cigarette in one hand (it's the 40's-50's smoking isn't dangerous yet), at a coffee shop debating the finer points of some underground group or novel. Of course I don't live in these times, but rather consider them a moment in which life held a certain validity that we just don't have (especially in America) any longer-- but that brings me to the point of Midnight in Paris.<br />
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Throughout the film, Wilson's character is struck by the concept of living in Paris in the 1920's, the romantic view that life in another, past time period is somehow better. He is transported through time to the 1920's and beyond, finally living in a time he identifies with. Of course the moral of the story is that every intellectual artist of any time feels this way and as such we must all realize that each time in which we live is precious, it's just difficult to recognize it, especially when as artists we are all caught up in the past, reading and studying the past writers, and artists.<br />
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Thus, the final bias. Well known authors and artists. Look, you throw F. Scott Fitzgerald, Hemingway, and Picasso in a film-- I'm probably going to like it, if for nothing other than the mention of their names. But also manage to throw in their personalities and quotes AND add Dali, T.S. Eliot, Gertrude Stein, Josephine Baker and Matisse-- and you've got my attention.<br />
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Overall, it's a great one. Loved it. And, check out what others have to say:<br />
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<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/28/movies/midnight-in-paris-a-historical-view.html">NY Times</a>-- a historical view<br />
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<a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2011/06/hemingway-said-what-a-cultural-cheat-sheet-for-midnight-in-paris/240198/">The Atlantic</a>-- a cultural cheat sheet<br />
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Let's face it, this film had everything I would fall for going for it. Plus, the added bonus of figuring out that even though I am a <a href="http://andrea-gradlit.blogspot.com/">literature masters candidate at the prestigious Northwestern University,</a> I am not overly pedantic. --Whew!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-81187521161238404242011-12-28T12:48:00.004-06:002013-03-15T18:34:11.052-05:00Vavoom Pinups- Amazing Experience!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, it is expensive, but I have to say that the day of the shoot -- you find out why it's worth every penny. I wanted to have a pin up shoot for my bachelorette outing with my girls for the following reasons: 1. I LOVE vintage stuff, especially pin up artwork 2. If I thought I could pull it off and not get fired from my corporate job, I would dress that way everyday 3. Hello! It's awesome. Duh. And, Heather and her staff do not disappoint during the shoot. Every single one of us felt amazing during and after the shoot. I left that day on cloud nine and I left the make up on for our wedding rehearsal dinner-- it was a hit. I didn't want to take it off!<br />
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I do truly love them, and they are a great company-- whose aim is to empower women -- and they do it. If I could work there, I would.<br />
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Seriously- Book a shoot NOW! You WILL NOT be disappointed!<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-61802252987042832232011-12-12T15:34:00.001-06:002011-12-12T16:02:12.329-06:00Hearts for the HolidaysAs the Holiday season approaches (rapidly), all of us are of course feeling the season's giving spirit, and the heartwarming feeling towards our families and strangers alike. This early December, usually filled with Christmas shopping and planning trips home to spend time with family, has been a bit rougher than usual. I have spent the better half of the last week with my family due to the recent heart attack my father suffered last weekend. He is doing better and is home, undergoing therapy and taking medication. Hopefully, with luck and time he will make a full recovery. I have a full heart this year as we approach the holidays, as I have realized, due to this event, that my parents are no longer the young 30-somethings they were when I was a child. My heart is with them both, and every member of our families this year. May each of us live to our fullest, never take life for granted and be glad each day that we have each other, and we love each other. <br />
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This past week has been trying, <a href="http://andrea-gradlit.blogspot.com/">my final papers for the quarter I am sure have suffered greatly</a>. But, Dad has made a lot of progress. In two weeks when we see him again for Christmas, it is sure to be a much more pleasant and wonderful visit. Besides, who can resist 3 great danes? (Our two plus my mom's). Should be a good time.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-67686939345645052712011-10-28T13:24:00.000-05:002011-10-28T13:24:10.412-05:00The "New Normal"Dave and I thought that after the wedding (in JULY!) we would settle in to a new normal, life would calm down and we would be happy newlyweds enjoying life. We thought, we'd move downstairs into a larger condo, to accommodate all of our junk, and provide a more suitable guest room for our parents to visit. We thought we would get a new great dane puppy and enjoy the beauty that is puppyhood. We thought new normal would be wonderful.<br />
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But things haven't calmed down, we haven't settled in and lately neither one of us has been all that happy. We got into the new condo, which we love-- and now are faced with the fact that our landlord is putting the building up for sale-- which means we can either buy the place or hope no one else will. We got our precious puppy, who is finally doing well after two months of being very ill and stressing us out both emotionally and financially. And, I was sick for over a month with bronchitis that just won't go away-- I'm still suffering from a lingering cough. I started back to school so my weeknights are filled with class, and my weekends are full of homework.<br />
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Since we got back from the honeymoon-- life has not adjusted into the new normal we thought we would have. Perhaps the new normal is this-- life constantly surprises you and for every moment of peace you get, there are three moments of stress, arguing and major decisions to be made. So basically, the new normal is the same as the old normal.<br />
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Here's to major changes not making a major change after all.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-80032283218912488782011-10-22T13:55:00.001-05:002011-10-22T13:57:21.433-05:00Our Wedding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOBfp0k_whMIT0TDOurgEIE9v-WM3n-IQtJoSCJ4dasFcBV_VKnomnD_b0dkyBFveFDErt0Z8uY2tG4_DOqCIUMBqmpPToCtBYx14pjBNnKG4NcQVw1dGURXABpjBmydnW4KyieL4BC60/s1600/D%2526A900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOBfp0k_whMIT0TDOurgEIE9v-WM3n-IQtJoSCJ4dasFcBV_VKnomnD_b0dkyBFveFDErt0Z8uY2tG4_DOqCIUMBqmpPToCtBYx14pjBNnKG4NcQVw1dGURXABpjBmydnW4KyieL4BC60/s320/D%2526A900.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Those of you who know me, realize I am from Zanesville, Ohio. Today, the news has been plastered with ongoing press conferences, and articles relating to an unfortunate situation regarding the escape of several exotic animals. <br />
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</div>Sheriff Matt Lutz said the owner of Muskingum County Animal Farm near Zanesville, Terry Thompson, appeared to have set the animals free and then taken his own life.<br />
<span class="inline external "> <span class="story"></span> <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/44960279/ns/us_news-crime_and_courts/t/animal-advocates-defend-shootings-ohio-farm/"></a> </span> "It is still, still not a completely secure area," he said.<br />
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The sheriff told an afternoon press conference that as many as 56 animals on the farm may have been set loose. Authorities tracked down and killed 48 of them: 18 rare Bengal tigers, 17 lions, six black bears, three mountain lions, two grizzlies, one wolf and one baboon.<br />
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The animals were buried on the Thompson's property at the request of his wife, the sheriff said.<br />
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<a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/44953925/ns/us_news-crime_and_courts/">Read the full Story Here</a><br />
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Perhaps this is not the time to mention this, but I knew Terry Thompson and his wife Marian personally. And I have always, and will always remember them as good caring people. They are eccentric, yes-- but that made them even more interesting. I loved the time I spent with them, their horses and their animals. It is a cherished memory from my youth, and I believe I have developed my own unconditional love for animals as a partial result of their influence. <br />
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Despite the terribly unfortunate accident involving various wild animals last night/today in my hometown, I have to say that he was a good man with a good heart. Yes, he did things that don't make sense to us, but he did it from a place of love for the animals. I assure you he did not set them free as an act of vengeance-- but rather an act of desperation. I agree that that law should not have allowed this to happen in the first place-- a private property owner should not be allowed to have wild animals-- however, in this case, T was trying to help. He saw himself as a caring person who had the space, some knowledge and the resources to care for these animals that would allow them to be saved in the long run, rather than given to the "highest bidder" at an auction where any number of unfortunate outcomes could occur.<br />
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The pictures of the dead animals are horrifying. But you can tell they were well fed, healthy animals.<br />
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The outcome of this was unfortunate, but I don't want to forget that the Thompson's are people, good caring people who were mixed up in more than they could handle. All of the slander on Facebook from my high school "friends" makes me angry. This was a serious, unfortunate accident involving not only several animals but also a human being. Posting pictures of dead animals, or of trick bears, or of The Lion King superimposed over Zanesville is in bad taste.<br />
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This Lion King Photo is particularly bothering me because in the past, when the Thompsons operated a horse farm, and were friends with my family while I took riding lessons there, they acquired their first exotic animal-- a lion cub-- Simba. I met the cub, it was well cared for and at the time the only large cat they had. I thought it was strange, but after seeing the care and understanding the reasoning first hand-- I shrugged it off as T being T-- eccentric, but caring. Obviously, as time has moved forward, I have lost touch with them, and things have escalated to a point of no return-- but I truly believe that he had a good heart, and his reasons for having these animals were grounded in love and respect for all animals.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-55991781444346984222011-10-07T11:10:00.000-05:002011-10-07T11:10:32.916-05:00I think we're dealing with a sociopathYesterday in my small office (5 of us were in) someone used the common microwave, burned something awful, created a terrible burned toast smell in the office, attempted to "clean up" with no success and then, LIED about it. We polled the 5 people present and everyone said they had nothing to do with it. Continuing into today, everyone claims they had nothing to do with it, offering long stories of their innocence. Why would you lie about this, unless of course you are a sociopath.<br />
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Basic profile of a Sociopath:<br />
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<li>Glibness and Superficial Charm <br />
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<li>Manipulative and Conning <br />
They never recognize the rights of others and see their self-serving behaviors as permissible. They appear to be charming, yet are covertly hostile and domineering, seeing their victim as merely an instrument to be used. They may dominate and humiliate their victims. <br />
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<li>Grandiose Sense of Self <br />
Feels entitled to certain things as "their right." <br />
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<li>Pathological Lying <br />
Has no problem lying coolly and easily and it is almost impossible for them to be truthful on a consistent basis. Can create, and get caught up in, a complex belief about their own powers and abilities. Extremely convincing and even able to pass lie detector tests. <br />
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<li>Lack of Remorse, Shame or Guilt <br />
A deep seated rage, which is split off and repressed, is at their core. Does not see others around them as people, but only as targets and opportunities. Instead of friends, they have victims and accomplices who end up as victims. The end always justifies the means and they let nothing stand in their way. <br />
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<li>Shallow Emotions <br />
When they show what seems to be warmth, joy, love and compassion it is more feigned than experienced and serves an ulterior motive. Outraged by insignificant matters, yet remaining unmoved and cold by what would upset a normal person. Since they are not genuine, neither are their promises. <br />
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<li>Incapacity for Love <br />
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<li>Need for Stimulation <br />
Living on the edge. Verbal outbursts and physical punishments are normal. Promiscuity and gambling are common. <br />
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<li>Callousness/Lack of Empathy <br />
Unable to empathize with the pain of their victims, having only contempt for others' feelings of distress and readily taking advantage of them. <br />
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<li>Poor Behavioral Controls/Impulsive Nature <br />
Rage and abuse, alternating with small expressions of love and approval produce an addictive cycle for abuser and abused, as well as creating hopelessness in the victim. Believe they are all-powerful, all-knowing, entitled to every wish, no sense of personal boundaries, no concern for their impact on others. <br />
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<li>Early Behavior Problems/Juvenile Delinquency <br />
Usually has a history of behavioral and academic difficulties, yet "gets by" by conning others. Problems in making and keeping friends; aberrant behaviors such as cruelty to people or animals, stealing, etc. <br />
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<li>Irresponsibility/Unreliability <br />
Not concerned about wrecking others' lives and dreams. Oblivious or indifferent to the devastation they cause. Does not accept blame themselves, but blames others, even for acts they obviously committed. <br />
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<li>Promiscuous Sexual Behavior/Infidelity <br />
Promiscuity, child sexual abuse, rape and sexual acting out of all sorts. <br />
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<li>Lack of Realistic Life Plan/Parasitic Lifestyle <br />
Tends to move around a lot or makes all encompassing promises for the future, poor work ethic but exploits others effectively. <br />
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<li>Criminal or Entrepreneurial Versatility <br />
Changes their image as needed to avoid prosecution. Changes life story readily. </li><br />
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In a related note, after reading this profile I am completely convinced that one of my co-workers is dangerously close to the edge of becoming a serial killer. (though not nearly as intelligent as the famous Hannibal Lecter) Probably the same person who is lying about the microwave.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-4977264935060535822011-09-28T14:16:00.000-05:002011-09-28T14:16:48.311-05:00Maybe it is the sameYou know how people with kids are always arguing that if you don't have children you cannot possibly know what it is like- the joys, the pain, the adventure, and how it changes your life? Yeah, those people are wrong. I am a mother, it's just that my kids have fur and bark.<br />
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Those same people will read this post and immediately determine that I am mocking them, or that I don't understand or that I cannot possibly compare my relationship with my dogs to their relationship with their children. Dogs aren't capable of learning as children are, they don't grow into a fully functioning adult someday, and they cannot interact with me as a child can. Well listen-- you're right, they won't grown into an adult who is obsessed with gaining more in our capitalist society, so preoccupied with doing the right thing to gain the most amount of money, the coolest stuff and the fastest cars, who will do his or her part to destroy the country and the planet we inhabit. You're right, my dog will not grow into the uber-douche your child will be programed to be during their years in school where they are taught that math and science are all that matter and getting into a good college, and becoming an investment banker is the only viable option left despite your insistence that the arts hold value, literature is a gateway to true knowledge and life is about more than money. Spending 18 years trying to mold my offspring into believing something that the rest of the world will renounce at every turn, and will eventually make their adult lives more difficult sounds awfully time consuming and ultimately disappointing. I commend all of you who are doing this, but it's just not for me. I admit that my dog is not like your child in <i>every </i>way. But, the fundamental relationship I have with them is the same.<br />
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I have three kids (4 if you count Dave the video game playing, fit throwing, adorable lovable husband). My oldest child is 10 years old. I was a single mother in my 20s raising this hellish little being who cried all night, had to be potty trained and slept on my chest for naps. She lived with me in our one bedroom apartment while I tried to figure out what I was doing, who I was and where I wanted to be. She is extremely sheltered, and spoiled. When she was very young she was so cute. Now, as the oldest sister she has turned bratty, obnoxious and loud. She commands her own space in our home, demands respect from both of her younger brothers and generally parades around arguing with me and Dave and fighting with her siblings, determined that she is in fact the head of the household, and we must all obey her. She is Gizmo, my calico cat.<br />
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My second oldest child, is turning 4 in November. This one was a perfect little baby. He slept the whole night through from the first night we brought him home. Potty training was a bit of a chore, and he has not outgrown his sass. He talks back to his parents, whines when he wants something and pouts when he is mad. He is used to being the center of attention, and with the addition of his younger brother he has begun showing signs of jealousy, demanding that we ignore the baby to play with him, or lashing out at his brother. He harasses his older sister, and bullies his brother. His favorite things to do include playing with a football, and watching childrens shows on television. He has grown into a perfect little toddler, who taught us how to love and has changed our lives forever. We can no longer leave the house for days or several hours unless we bring him along, or get him a sitter. We cannot ignore him while we are home, he is in constant need of our attention. When he was young, he had to have an emergency surgery and we quickly realized how much he means to us both, how much he has impacted our lives and how heartbreaking it was to watch him suffer. He is my great dane, Wellstone.<br />
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And now, the newest member of the Keirn family. Our baby. He is only 2 months old and has been very ill. Any parent who has had to deal with the stress and anxiety of having a sick baby must understand what we have been going through. He was diagnosed with a severe life threatening disease just days after we brought him home and had to be hospitalized for a week. During that week we had no idea if he was going to pull through, and in my worry it was then that I realized I truly am a mother. I will do anything I have to to save my baby. I will pay exceedingly expensive doctor bills, I will take time off work to go to the hospital and I will cry myself to sleep every night until he is better. He has gotten better, but still remains sick, having contracted pneumonia while in the hospital. It has been so sad to look into his weepy eyes and know you are doing everything you can to make him better and it isn't yet enough. He is too weak to walk long distances, so we must carry him outside for potty training, and he coughs relentlessly-- causing us to worry and stress. We believe he will get better and eventually grow up as a perfect match with his older brother, but getting there is difficult. He is my baby, Webster.<br />
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So maybe it IS the same.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-67157075844486142012011-09-13T16:24:00.000-05:002011-09-13T16:24:34.441-05:00Holy Sh*t! It's September Already?What happened to our summer? I just realized I haven't posted a blog since JUNE! To be fair, I was rather busy this summer.<br />
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For one, we got married. <br />
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Then, we went on a Honeymoon. Finally, some time together. We visited Rome, Florence, Tuscany and Venice and rounded out our trip with our dear friends wedding in London.<br />
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Then, we settled into our brand new condo-- by painting and installing molding... among other tasks. <br />
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After all that was said and done, it was time for... relaxation? NO! a Puppy!<br />
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So we drove to Iowa and picked out a brand new great dane puppy. We got him home safe and sound, and two days later he was dreadfully ill-- parvo. He spent a week in the hospital, cost us a small fortune and a lot of worry. He has made it home now, but is still recovering and getting over a cold. Hopefully soon he grows out of his sickness and into a fun, chubby great dane puppy just like his brother.<br />
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Meet Webster.<br />
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Bubble Baths are a metaphor for my life.<br />
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Putting more and more into the bathtub seems like such a good idea. Filling it up until the bubbles practically overflow is so---fun. Until you realize you need less bubbles to actually bathe, and they are virtually impossible to get rid of.<br />
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I can't get rid of all these bubbles I've created!<br />
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Vacuuming = Time<br />
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I dream of being inside a large ballroom-- vacuuming. It is relaxing. Per my post below, I envy the old woman next door as she vacuums. Clearly I associate vacuuming as a stress-relief action associated with having the time to perform this task. The problem is, our current vacuum is the opposite of stress-relief. It has to be emptied three times for our one small rug, it is missing a filter so we use paper towels/dryer sheets as substitutes and for some unknown reason, it is wet inside. I hate it. Not fun. Not stress relieving.<br />
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Buy us a new one: <a href="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/regGiftRegistry.asp?wrn=-1488658003&">Our Registry</a> (oh relax, I'm only half-serious, I realize no one is going to buy us a $400 vacuum-- even though it is the vacuum of my dreams -- literally)Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-38037762813969431572011-05-24T09:57:00.000-05:002011-05-24T09:57:55.792-05:00Brain stormSitting here at work, the early morning before everyone else arrives, I watch the little old lady in the condo next door vacuum and water plants. I envy her. She has time, time to vacuum and water plants at her leisure. I imagine she has time to do other things she enjoys (yes, in my mind she is enjoying the mundane task of vacuuming with her absurdly out of date gigantic vacuum cleaner-- the kind with the separate tank that you have to pull along behind you). She has time, is the point. Time to casually water her plants, tend to her flowers and relax on her balcony. She seems so peaceful and happy-- but really it's just because she has time.<br />
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As I watch her, my envy of her time grows and my mind shifts into brainstorming ideas on how I can achieve more time for myself-- clearly sitting in an office all day working for someone else is not the answer...<br />
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I think of things I enjoy doing that I could potentially start a business in to sustain our lifestyle while giving myself more personal time.<br />
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Cleaning and organizing. I like being at home, and having time to do this. It makes me feel better about our home. But, I dont want to clean and organize someone else's home. So, no.<br />
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Hanging out with the dog. I like hanging out with Wellstone, and often wish I was home during the day to go on walks, to the dog park and beach etc. But, again, I dont want to do this with other dogs, just my own. So, no again.<br />
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Watering plants. I do enjoy taking care of my little deck plants. But, again, I dont want to do this for others. No again.<br />
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Then, after realizing I don't want to do things I remember the things I do like about things as they are. I like being downtown during the day, I like typing (which i realize is strange) I do get to clean and organize and etc. in my job. Turns out the job isnt all bad. If only I could get my boss to let me bring Wellstone to the office.<br />
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I just think maybe it would be better if things were more balanced. If I had more time at home to enjoy being at home, but still got to come downtown to work -- how do I make this happen? Wait and see I guess. Maybe when I am older this will work out for me, in the meantime-- back to the grindstone.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-60524533007808758522011-05-19T11:16:00.002-05:002011-05-19T12:21:55.124-05:00A Love/Hate Letter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQNPrinltWCdog-5IzEVSYzHFOKvjOX54fA4s6l6yOSz8zPvTtk" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQNPrinltWCdog-5IzEVSYzHFOKvjOX54fA4s6l6yOSz8zPvTtk" /></a></div><br />
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Dear Wedding,<br />
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In the beginning, I didn't want you. I didn't think you were necessary, and I pleaded with my groom to be that we either elope or swing by the court house. But then, Wedding, you convinced me with your promises of black and white, quirky and everlasting photos. You taunted me with formal wear, and flowers, and eventually I was caught up in the whole thing.<br />
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At first, I was consumed with finalizing the big picture, the colors, the location the invitations. And, oh Wedding, how you have made everything so much harder than it needed to be, and so much more costly. You have taken up my weekends and any bit of free time I can squeeze out of my stressful work day. And here we are, a few months away, and you have gotten worse. Now, I spend hours researching vintage charm, and where to buy orchids. I have made myself crazy with worry about if the details will all fit together or if it will appear as though we are insane mismatched hoarders.<br />
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But Wedding, I realized something. You don't have to be what everyone else wants you to be. You only have to be what Dave and I want. So, I have stopped listening to everyone else, their suggestions, and criticisms. If Dave and I love it, that's how we are choosing. Blue shoes may not match anything-- but they make me HAPPY Wedding, and that is why I will wear them. I despise roses, which is why you will not have any any. Dave loves black and white and clean lines, which is why you are designed the way you are. Wedding, Dave and I are tired of fighting over whether or not you are what you should be-- we are re-claiming you. You will be what <i>we</i> want. <br />
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And Wedding, we have had enough with your expensive taste. From now on, we will choose the things we love, and can afford, despite what you say. I will refer to you as Family Reunion in public so I am not charged extra if I have to. You will not bankrupt us Wedding, so just give it up.<br />
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Wedding, we are looking forward to your arrival, and your departure so that we may have our weekends back. See you in July!<br />
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Andrea & Dave<br />
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p.s. Tell Honeymoon to be patient.<br />
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This was inspired by some of the women featured on t<a href="http://apracticalwedding.com/">his great wedding site</a> who have written open letters to their weddings. Check them out!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-78193164169792809832011-05-02T22:08:00.004-05:002011-05-02T22:32:13.063-05:00There are a lot of things being said in relation to the recent events. I am still very confused on how I am to feel about everything, but for now, here are some quotes I've seen come across FB that I could most agree with until I have more time to contemplate it all.<br /><br />"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that" Martin Luther King, Jr.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Frodo</span> - "Now at any rate he is as bad as an Orc, and just an enemy. He deserves death."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gandalf</span> - "Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends."<br /><br />"I'll gladly accept that people should feel relief when justice is done. For those who are celebrating justice, as you say, then good for them. But many people are ALSO celebrating the death of an enemy; this, at least, is not a response that Jesus would model."<br /><br />Do I take any pleasure in the death of the wicked? declares the Sovereign LORD. Rather, am I not pleased when they turn from their ways and live? – Ezekiel 18:23<br /><a href="http://kylearoberts.com/wordpress/?p=430">*The above was taken from this link*</a>Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101871846146460357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-9434673751624658082011-04-30T23:55:00.001-05:002011-04-30T23:57:17.132-05:00MeI have been thinking a lot lately about what makes me (and Dave) unique. Of course this line of thinking has been brought about in light of our upcoming nuptials-- why we are perfect for each other and what the perfect, uniquely "us" wedding looks like-- and I realized something, I'm not sure most people (with the exception of Dave) really know me-- my personality and things I like/identify with I mean...<br />
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1. I love OLD things:<br />
--I love old movies. Singin' in the Rain-- classic I will never get tired of. Roman Holiday-- favorite Audrey Hepburn movie, and Citizen Kane is still number 1 to me.<br />
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-- my favorite piece of furniture: Dave's vintage amp<br />
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2. I love vintage pin ups<br />
-- Remember when I dressed up as a pin up for Halloween? For weeks afterward I would wear red lipstick and victory rolls to work-- I 'd dress that way every day if it wasn't so much work, and was more socially acceptable<br />
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3. I love vintage posters & music posters.<br />
-- I love those old style large type advertising posters.<br />
-- I also love music posters and have a collection (that I love more than I can explain) of Derek Hess posters from Cleveland.<br />
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-- when I was a kid I HAD TO HAVE these ridiculous boots-- my parents called them my witch boots-- but I loved them more than anything else I owned.<br />
-- my all time favorite pair of shoes were bright turquoise, suede sketchers. If I could find another pair of them, I would buy them immediately.<br />
-- My current favorite shoes are designed by Carlos Santana-- how cool is that? (the ones I wore to Christmas-- and I wear at LEAST once a week!)<br />
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-- I love wearing interesting shoes-- all black outfit and pink shoes-- yes! And, recently, I completely fell in love with a pair of royal blue shoes-- soon to make their appearance *wink wink<br />
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5. Short Hair<br />
-- I have had short hair for YEARS-- then around 25 I decided to try it long-- I hated it-- every minute.<br />
-- I love my short hair, it's more my personality-- plus it's WAAY easier.<br />
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6. Music.<br />
-- I know, I know, everyone says they like all types of music but I really do. Country, classical, hip hop (some of it), bluegrass (in small doses), indie, punk rock, alternative, rat pack, swing, big band, jazz, 80s, and some popular music- I like it all.<br />
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There are of course many more points to my personality, like that I love my great dane, I hate the grocery store and I would be a secret CIA sniper if I could-- but we should save that for another time.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-50846489163151065532011-04-29T23:15:00.002-05:002011-04-29T23:21:39.642-05:00Me liketh'.<iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SI9ke2Ju7XY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101871846146460357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-84137861982627448832011-04-25T11:21:00.000-05:002011-04-25T11:21:56.284-05:00The Hard Way<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQyIWW3QLkO0w1NjxeKbytFe63699_ukYFPHUU6-pgme6CwqR5HOQ" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQyIWW3QLkO0w1NjxeKbytFe63699_ukYFPHUU6-pgme6CwqR5HOQ" /></a></div><br />
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I have never chosen to do anything in life the easy way, the way you are "supposed" to, I never followed the mainstream, "This is how you achieve success" rulebook. And, despite all the years of headaches I have thus given my parents and friends, I feel it is time to explain myself.<br />
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I did it on purpose.<br />
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Now surely, you're thinking..."whaaaa? you got arrested for speeding violations, worked for minimum wage and got in a 4 car accident ON PURPOSE?! I don't think so." Well, in specific terms you would be right, but I did allow certain situations to occur, including these bad ones. As I see it, bad situations happen, regardless of if you always do the "right" thing or not. The thing is, it's the way you <i>handle</i> these bad situations that builds your character. Did I always handle these things correctly-- of course not. But did I learn something about the way life works, how I handle stress and bad situations, and a little about myself/growing up? You bet. And, that's the part I was fully aware of-- and purposefully taking part in.<br />
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I have always done things my own way-- which is precisely the reason I love art, literature and science, but not mathematics. My mind works in the realm of constant possibility. This mind function has led me to several realizations about myself, including: <br />
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1. I refuse to do what people tell me is the "right" way to do things. There are just too many other options, and I want to find my own way.<br />
2. I need to live in an area where there are boundless opportunities/activities/cultures. A small town where everyone and everything is the same, drives me a little batty eventually. Give me a city.<br />
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There is no "right" way. I did everything the "hard" way and got myself into and out of terrible situations, yet still command a certain level of stable success as a 30-something. You may not envy my life-- but I would ask you to respect it. I didn't get here by any means other than my own self awareness, tough real life experience and ability to accept limitless possibilities while believing in myself. <br />
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Of course, perhaps you and I have a different idea of what success is.<br />
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<blockquote> To me, success is: Securing a stable career with a practical salary which allows us to live well, within our means. Participating in a loving relationship in which both partners are fully committed and respectful of each others individual dreams, while sharing a common understanding of life. Living each day of life to the fullest potential, recognizing the multiple possibilities each new day brings. Respecting every culture and every individual. Taking joy in the small aspects of life, and not being caught up in the Capitalist notion of money and consumption. Taking time to allow art into your life, as it feeds the soul. Living your life in a manner that is truly yours, and cannot be defined by a generalized ideology of what success means.</blockquote><br />
As a result of my living my life in this manner, and doing things my unique way, I have no regrets. I cannot (will not) blame anyone or anything for the mistakes I have made. I have to accept my choices, and move forward. This has allowed me to gain confidence in myself, my choices, my actions and etc.<br />
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One of these choices was to move to Chicago. I realize that for many this is difficult to understand. I am very proud of my small town roots. As being from a small Ohio town, I learned the values of hard work, loyalty and determination. I learned that people are just people, no matter where you are, and they deserve your respect. But, small towns, however pretty, peaceful and hard working, are not for me. My mind operates in a sphere of possibility, and there aren't as many options in a small town. Small towns do not offer as many cultures to learn from, varieties of foods to sample, multiple art installations to review, etc. Since I can remember, despite my upbringing, I have never felt like I could breathe in a small town. It was as though I was suffocated, unable to take a breath. Cleveland was the first city I lived in where I felt like I could breathe easier. Chicago has relieved the stress, I no longer hold my breath, I can finally breathe. You don't have to envy our life here-- but at least try to respect it.<br />
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We are not all the same. I realize that many of you thrive in your small towns, and that is perfect-- for you. I wouldn't ask it to be any other way. I truly believe, in order to make our lives as happy as possible, you must make decisions uniquely for who you are as a person. Maybe a small town suits you, maybe a city, perhaps the mountains, or even an island. What matters is that you do what is right for YOU. Luckily, Dave and I have found not only each other but a mutual understanding of what each of us needs as individuals to be happy-- and we compromise. I need the activity and possibilities of the city, he needs the feeling of a neighborhood with community-- thus-- we live in Rogers Park (possibly the best secret of Chicago neighborhoods).<br />
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And that's where we are now. We are happy. And, that is why I did everything the hard way. I never have those days where I look back on my life with regret and think," what would I be doing if I had chosen..." because I did choose it. I did explore the possibilities. I did work multiple jobs before finding something that suits me. (Don't believe me? try this: Car salesperson, business to business office supplies sales, drug store assistant manager, retail outlet assistant manager, department store jewelry counter rep, talent/model scout, pre-k teacher, montessori school assistant director, event planning, radio station promotion, investment banking-- to name a few) I did live in multiple places before finding one that fit (Zanesville, Reading, Columbus, Cleveland, Chicago). I did allow those bad situations to build my character-- I give really good advice it turns out-- I have a lot of life experience. And, I wouldn't trade it for the world.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-74920743568721412432011-04-19T11:13:00.000-05:002011-04-19T11:13:52.561-05:00HappinessWhen we were young, happiness was pure and simple. The magic of Christmas made us happy, the brand new toy made us cheer, and birthday parties made us hyper and frantically overwhelmed with joy. Riding your bike for the first time down that big hill-- that rush of air-- guarantee you did it with a huge grin on your face. Being truly and purely happy was easy.<br />
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But somewhere along the way you realize happiness is much more complex. Now, you can be overwhelmed with joy in one part of your life, but down trodden in another. As an adult, you find yourself in situations where you are completely unhappy while at the same time overwhelmed with joy. It's a strange feeling-- this happiness thing.<br />
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Asking someone if they are happy is a trick question now. Are you happy?... Where do I begin?<br />
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Am I happy with America? No. America disgusts me. Those World People I was unhappy with-- way to to America you are the biggest jackass. Our government is destroying our country, our livelihood for most Americans, and we just clearly do not give a shit about anyone or anything except money. America-- No, I am not happy with you.<br />
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So, what does this all mean? Am I happy? Fundamentally, yes. I am happy with the things in my life that I have control over, and the things that matter.I am happy with who I am, and where I am and who I will be and where I will be someday. But, I can't help wanting a little taste of that pure child-like joy. So, World, America, Mid West, Chicago, Friends, Family and Love-- KARMA!-- let's make a deal--<br />
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I love Dave, and I will love every moment of our marriage. Our wedding, which will be beautiful and fun and quirky and perfect like our pictures, however, is slowly killing me from the inside.<br />
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Those cute blue shoes-- LOVE THEM. They cost money. Sigh.<br />
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We are trying to have an ultra David & Andrea Chicago wedding. It will be small, but fantastic. The trouble is, fantastic equals expensive. I looked at the budget the other night and went to bed in tears. A fabulous wedding on a shoe string budget AND an envious honeymoon in Italy-- my savings account hates me.<br />
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And, I have determined that despite our modest attempts at a wedding, these vendors are just out to get you!<br />
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Our budget is no where near the median for a wedding in Chicago ( $35-50 thousand). We just aren't that fancy. My dress didn't cost thousands of dollars, Dave is renting his tuxedo, and our menu options are good, but not steak and lobster. But, we do need chairs. Chairs are expensive. ($10 per chair!) We do need a DJ -- ours is great and reasonably priced, but still (almost $1300). We do need a cake ($250 extra for that 3rd tier!) We do need rings (mine had to be custom made to fit my engagement ring-- which is costly and wasn't in the plan) <br />
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Now, don't get me wrong. My lovely wonderful supportive parents are helping a great deal and we owe them so much for that. Dave's parents are also helping by purchasing our flower arrangements which will be gorgeous-- but the part that's left over-- the part our poor little savings account has to cover--- is freaking me out!<br />
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And-- I have to do a bunch of stuff. I have to organize everything, make everything, label everything, order everything, try on things, choose things, and determine colors, print the invitations, send the invitations, write vows, learn to dance-- and so on-- it's enough to make you crazy!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-55500190659954472582011-04-02T00:41:00.001-05:002011-04-02T00:47:58.888-05:00Sisters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii135/andrealaine333/100_0439-2-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii135/andrealaine333/100_0439-2-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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And, it's getting old.<br />
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I love her dearly. She is an amazing, inspiring, beautiful young woman. I get it. She is striking and memorable and remarkable. I know-- I have known her for a long time. I love that about her.<br />
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But please--- you've got to understand--- I'm sick of hearing about it, and of being used.<br />
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So, land of the internet-- Please stop contacting me for the "hidden" agenda of reconnecting with, or telling me about, or hoping to learn about my sister. Stop sending me facebook messages asking how she is, where she is now and telling me some lame story about how she was so important to your development as a person.<br />
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Stop getting on instant chat to ask me how I am followed by " how's your sister?", " has your sister been well?", " has your sister disappeared?" 2-5 lines later. I won't answer you. I won't pass on your number. I am a person too, not just a way to reach her. I am not her secretary.<br />
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And for the love of everything holy-- if in the past-- I threatened your life, or thought you were the worst thing that has ever happened to her--- I WILL NOT be your friend, pass along your message or tell you anything about her. STOP contacting me.<br />
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So, internet friends-- if you are only using me to get to her-- please stop.<br />
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thank you.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-4117752294684417452011-04-02T00:22:00.001-05:002011-04-02T00:24:50.759-05:00Ladies NightIt's Friday night, and I have had a long week. Dave has been busy installing a new operating system on one of our numerous laptops, so I decided I would treat myself to a chick flick. I ended up ordering "For Colored Girls" upon the recommendation from my mother and sister. It was a great film, and I too recommend it, it was well done. But the film itself is not what I want to talk about.<br />
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The film touches on several issues women sometimes have to endure, including rape, abortion, suicide, and domestic violence. Throughout the film, these issues are addressed, with I think in the attempt to give women hope, strength and power. I agree that this is a positive message-- what I don't understand is why we need this message in the first place.<br />
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I think we can all agree that one of the fundamental differences between the human male and human female is the way in which our minds function. Males tend to process emotion in a more linear, direct way, while women tend to analyze and understand our emotions in a different sense. I am not claiming that either way is superior to the other, just illustrating that they are different.<br />
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Women "feel" while men "think". Or at least thats the best way I can describe my point here. What I don't understand, is how for hundreds of years, in every culture, we have decided that "feeling" equals a weakness.<br />
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And before you jump to conclusions, blaming the media, men and society, I have to say--- really, ladies? We have to stop blaming an outside source. The media didn't make us this way, the images of thin blondes with smokey eyes and big boobs may bombard us on a constant basis-- but WE are letting it get to us. WE are ultimately responsible for the ways WE CHOOSE to process those images. Men are (collectively as a whole) not trying to keep us in our place, make us feel like we are less, we are processing their actions to mean that, and again, letting it get to us. Society is not telling us we are the weaker sex, WE are.<br />
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When I am upset, I cry. I release my strong emotion in the form of tears. When Dave gets upset, he punches the door frame. We are both doing the same thing. Releasing our emotions. Our anger, fear, love, hate, confusion, sadness and frustrations. We all feel them, and we each (as individuals) release them in our own ways. My way is not superior to yours, and yours is not superior to mine.<br />
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Ladies, we are stronger than this. You are strong enough to make a difficult decision, and realize it was for the best. Be proud of yourself for having the courage to make that decision and stand by it. Don't spend the rest of your life beating yourself up from the inside out because you have convinced yourself that you are weak. Get ahold of yourself. Look at yourself in the mirror-- and allow yourself to actually see yourself! I know, it's hard-- you only see what you are not or what you wish you could be. We need to stop the madness.<br />
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We are stronger than this. If someone, anyone has done something to you that is unacceptable, fight back. Be proud of your instinct to fight to the death. Don't second guess your instinct. You are just as capable of fighting as everyone else. If you lose the actual fight, don't give up, fight for the rest of your life, fight to be the strong woman you are meant to be. You are capable of being that woman you wish you saw in the mirror.<br />
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We are stronger than this. Stop the drama. All that day in day out little stuff that clouds your decisions and thoughts. It doesn't matter. Be proud of yourself that you can realize this, and change it.<br />
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We are not weaker. We are equal. Start acting like it. We don't have to be anything than what we already are, so please, realize this and be yourself, fight for yourself.<br />
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Are there situations you may have no control over? Yes. Are there times when physically speaking you may be weaker than your opponent? Yes. Are there times when you will lose? Yes. Does this mean you should let it kill you slowly from the inside for the rest of your life? NO.<br />
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I'm just frustrated, and this time I'm releasing it via blog. I keep hearing stories of women being brutally raped, or beaten. This past week, a woman was picked up by two police officers near my neighborhood, and they took her home-- only to then both rape her while she screamed. This story makes me unbelievably angry and frustrated and -- disgusted, on multiple levels. I feel terrible for her. But I want her to realize her strength to get through this, and realize her self, and not allow it to destroy her from the inside. She is stronger than that. She, I imagine, is rather upset. Good, I hope she is able to release it all and be stronger from now on. She has the power to be a strong woman, and I hope she chooses to be. <br />
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Ladies-- please. We don't need a movie to tell us we can be strong and powerful-- we already are.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-87679582042188514562011-01-20T12:38:00.000-06:002011-01-20T12:38:04.522-06:00American Cultural IconsI have always loved things that have become cultural icons, typically American cultural icons presumably due to the fact that I live in the US. But I love particular ones. Rock-n-Roll culture for example, I love what The Doors have become as a symbol, not who they are as people. (More about this on my other <a href="http://andrea-gradlit.blogspot.com/">blog</a>). But I love other less obvious things as well.<br />
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Case in point: Fortune cookies.<br />
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I have always loved American Chinese food, I love takeout, cheap dark Hunan restaurants and I will even admit that I sometimes go for the mall food court version. I can't help it, it is delicious. And, something I love that goes along with it: fortune cookies. This purely American cultural item has captivated my soul. For years I have collected my fortunes. Much to Dave's dismay, I do in fact keep a vase full of my past fortunes, and a few extra cookies I haven't gotten to yet. I do not take the fortunes seriously, but do believe you must eat the cookie for it to come true.<br />
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My obsession with fortune cookies began when I lived in Columbus. For a period of 3 or so months whenever I would eat Chinese food (which was frequent), regardless of if I had takeout from the closest place, dinner with friends at the dive down the street, buffet or nice dinner with family-- I got the same fortune.<br />
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That fortune was: "keep on charging the enemy so long as there is life". I got it so many times, from so many different places, I decided the universe was trying to tell me something, though I was not sure what. I decided I had better hang on to these little slips of paper.<br />
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And I have done so ever since. I have the vase on our counter as I previously mentioned, but at any moment in time I probably have pockets full of fortunes, or the bottom of my purse is lined with slips of paper.<br />
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I like them so much that for my birthday one year Dave got me a giant personalized chocolate covered <a href="http://voxpopuli333.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-andrea-laine.html">fortune cookie</a> (isn't he the best?!) <br />
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This week, another strange cookie occurrence. In both my evening graduate classes, which take place on different nights, in different rooms, involving different people-- I found a fortune. A single slip of paper suspiciously lying in the middle of the floor or table. And I am apparently the only one who noticed. I love when the universe gives me something fun to enjoy.<br />
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Favorite fortune ever? "ignore last cookie"Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-23459357583277873672011-01-14T07:38:00.002-06:002011-01-14T07:44:39.988-06:00Throwback..<iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zzYykIA1xVg" frameborder="0"></iframe><br />Enjoy Andrea!Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10101871846146460357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612688581070183825.post-63334106505124468362011-01-04T14:05:00.002-06:002011-01-04T14:06:38.883-06:002011 One More Year until the World Ends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://archive.cyark.org/images/newsevents_banner_155_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://archive.cyark.org/images/newsevents_banner_155_300.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Since the world is scheduled to end in <a href="http://archive.cyark.org/2012-truth-fiction-and-the-popular-imagination-blog?gclid=CLnhz_mqoaYCFUS8Kgod-RKgoA">2012</a>, we decided we had better make the most of 2011. Thus, big changes are in store this year. But, let me begin with what we did and did not accomplish in 2010.<br />
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Our 2010 Goals included the addition of travel to our lives. We began the 50 state challenge and thus far have accomplished the visitation of 9 states, not including Indiana (only driven through, or stayed in separately) and Texas (only crashed one night on the way to Mexico). We also managed a fantastic winter vacation in Mexico, beginning our international travel plans. Check out pictures and details of our travels and other items at <a href="http://photohobby-andrea.blogspot.com/">Fauxtopgraphy</a>.<br />
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2010 also brought us the 100 Books list-- remember that?<br />
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With an amazing amount of help from friends and (mostly) family, we are just 21 books short of our goal. The remaining list below:<br />
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<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">8.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">John Milton</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Paradise Lost</div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">9.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Malcolm Lowry</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Under the Volcano</div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">10.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Marcel Proust</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Remembrance of Things Past</div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">11.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Margaret Mitchell</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Gone with the Wind </div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">12.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Nathanael West</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">The Day of the Locust</div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">13.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Nathaniel Hawthorne</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">The House of the Seven Gables</div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">14.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Oscar Wilde</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">The Importance of Being Earnest</div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">15.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Robert Ludlum</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">The Bourne Identity</div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">16.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Stephen King</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">The Shining</div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">17.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Sun Tzu</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">The Art of War</div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">18.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Sylvia Plath</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">The Bell Jar </div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">19.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">T.S. Eliot</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">The Waste Land</div></td> </tr>
<tr> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black; border-style: none solid solid; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 54.9pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">20.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span> </div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 253.1pt;" valign="top" width="337"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Tennessee Williams</div></td> <td style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color black black -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none solid solid none; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 170.8pt;" valign="top" width="228"><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Cat on a Hot Tin Roof; A Streetcar Named Desire</div></td> </tr>
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In 2010 we purchased a car suitable for our great dane, <a href="http://voxpopuli333.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweet-apple-pie.html">2 iphones</a> and a macbook air proving once and for all that apple reigns victorious in the <a href="http://voxpopuli333.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-apple-vs-pc-debate.html">apple</a> vs. <a href="http://voxpopuli333.blogspot.com/2008/01/apple-vs-pc-debate-revisited.html">pc </a>debate, became lifelong <a href="http://voxpopuli333.blogspot.com/2010/10/tis-season.html">Blackhawks fans</a>, Dave took up golfing and we got <a href="http://voxpopuli333.blogspot.com/2010/03/engagement-march-2010.html">engaged.</a> <br />
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As I mentioned before, 2011 is going to be a year of big changes. We are trying to get more healthy, Dave has been running and Andrea is in the midst of the 30 day shred. We are getting <a href="http://weddings.theknot.com/pwp/pwp2/view/MemberPage.aspx?coupleId=6702735883446480">married</a> in July and Andrea has begun <a href="http://andrea-gradlit.blogspot.com/">graduate school</a>. <br />
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Our honeymoon will add to our travels, and hopefully we get enough time off this year to get a few more of the 50 states completed. We are looking forward to a great year! Hopefully this year will provide us with some much needed new (local) friendships.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693970289730541025noreply@blogger.com0