tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90586382928661549802024-03-05T05:20:09.504-05:00The Space Between My EarsRandom bits and pieces of my life.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.comBlogger1064125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-82295690863967611352012-01-04T17:00:00.000-05:002012-01-04T17:00:01.976-05:00This Blog Has Been Moved<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-90533787690547386362012-01-01T11:58:00.000-05:002012-01-01T11:58:04.144-05:00Week 52 in PhotosI did it! I made it through the entire year with this project and I'm so proud of myself. OK, I should point out that I did screw something up somewhere and this morning I realized that I only have 364 pictures rather than 365. Uuuuugh! Karlo tried to convince me that it must be leap year, but my silly little alien was obviously misinformed because that would give me one <i>extra</i> photo, not one <i>less</i>. So I'm forced to cheat and post my first photo from this year's project as my last photo from 2011. Someday I'll get over the fact that it's not perfect. <i>sigh</i><br />
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<i>I just love our little homemade Charlie Brown tree. I wish it could last forever.</i></div>
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<i>A whole week of cashmere socks. My feet will be in Heaven.</i></div>
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<i>Karlo has been busy. Because the 6 cords of wood he recently split and stacked weren't enough, he decided to take 3 more trees down today.</i></div>
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<i>My big shopping day. Here's Tina trying on hats in our new favorite store.</i></div>
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<i>The amazing cookie basket that Penni made. I had to immortalize it so now, like the tree, they will last forever.</i></div>
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<i>What a treat. We haven't had chestnuts in years. This might have been my favorite part of our New Years Eve meal.</i></div>
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<i>And my cheater picture to get 365 pics. This was taken after midnight for my first shot of 2012. Shhhhh, don't tell. I drank this at midnight rather than icky champagne.</i></div>
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And that completes my first <b>Project 365</b> (or in my case 364)<i>.</i> I had a ball with this project and I look forward to another photo challenge in 2012. Be sure to <a href="http://www.paulaapro.com/blog-2/" target="_blank">bookmark my new blog location</a> to continue following me, my photos, and my ridiculous life.<i></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Wishing everyone a very Happy New Year!</span></b></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-32326765881470376182011-12-31T11:29:00.003-05:002011-12-31T11:29:25.064-05:00Changes for the New YearWell, it's that time again. Time to reflect on the past year and look toward the new year with a refreshed outlook, and hopes of making positive changes. Thinking back to last year at this time, I remember that I resolved to focus on "simplicity." That was supposed to be my theme for the year. I think I failed miserably. It was just a challenging year on so many levels that simplifying was just not possible. But this year brings new hope. It's a fresh clean start and I feel as though I have a blank canvas and can pick any theme I want. Part of me wants to revert back to the theme I used two years ago (FUN). I somehow managed to accomplish that one and it felt good at the end of the year, knowing that I made an effort and I was successful. I guess I better choose my theme carefully this time so I have a chance at accomplishing it. So what's it gonna be?<br />
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I'm not sure I should try the whole "simplify" thing again. This will be the first year trying to manage my father's house and I dread that on so many levels. I just don't see how adding this to my life can help me simplify it so I need to pick something else. It's so hard . . . to pick just one word to sum up a resolution. Oh, but wait a minute . . . that just gave me an idea for next year's photo project. I think I will continue my "Photo of the Day," but instead of capturing the one thing that I want to remember from the day I will capture something (anything) that I can describe in just one word. No more long winded captions, just one word. <br />
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Now that I decided on my photo project for next year, well, that's all that really matters. I will continue to ponder my resolution theme for the year and see what comes up.<br />
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Another big change for 2012 will be the discontinuation of this blog. OK, let me rephrase that. I am no longer going to be posting to this exact "Paula's Brain" page. I will, however, be moving my blog to my new web site <a href="http://www.paulaapro.com/">www.paulaapro.com</a>. The new blog can be found here: <a href="http://www.paulaapro.com/blog-2/">http://www.paulaapro.com/blog-2/</a> and I will start to populate it next week.<br />
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Oh, and here's Karlo's New Years resolution . . .<br />
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He is resolving to clean the hounds' nasty teeth in hopes of destinking them. Hmmmm, maybe 'destinking' can be my word for the year.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-92096168286584095652011-12-30T10:51:00.000-05:002011-12-30T10:51:05.145-05:00Shopping With Friends<br />
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That picture is the result of me shopping with Karlo, Penni, and Tina yesterday. It was quite and exciting day. After not leaving the house for several days on end it was hard to adjust to the hustle and bustle of civilization, but it sure was a fun day. I left the house shortly after 11 with a long and precise agenda. I had a lot of errands to tick off my list in between meeting up with my buddies. My first meeting was with Karlo (who, unfortunately had to go back to work). We met at the office and had a nice lunch together. There is no shortage of free great food hanging around the office between the holidays so we scored a yummy meal. From there Karlo and I went to the motorcycle store to return/exchange several of our gifts to each other. OK so there's no doubt which part of my new outfit Karlo can take credit for!<br /><br />Next I had to run to Kohls to try to solve that coat disaster that I blogged about last week. This story deserves a blog posting all to itself and I'm not even sure I can conjure up the appropriate words (adjectives) to describe that entire ridiculous scene. Let's just say that I wasted THIRTY MINUTES of my life in what felt like a root canal. I don't think I ever witnessed anything more up surd on a consumer level. Thank GOD for my meditation because I kept my cool and didn't kill anybody. I can not wait to see if the proper coat ever arrives after all that.<br /><br />Kohls made me late for my date with Penni, John, and Nicole. Well, that and the fact that I had no idea that DSW moved it's store location in Manchester. I was already late, driving like an idiot, and imagine my surprise when I pulled into what used to be their parking lot only to find the store gone. Penni and I had to meet to exchange a number of important items, the most important one being the AMAZING array of Christmas cookies that she spent a week baking and then forgot to bring to Christmas dinner. Check this out:<br /><br />
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And now I'm sitting alone in the house with these cookies just begging to be eaten . . .<br /><br />I was on a mission yesterday to find a pair of black suede wedge heel tall boots. I don't know why I suddenly decided that I needed a pair, but I knew I wasn't going home without them. I tried on every pair on display at DSW and totally struck out on every account. The boots either didn't fit, didn't come in my preferred size and color combination, or I just plain didn't like them. I finally gave up and resolved that I was not getting my boots. Then Nicole appears with a pair of boots on begging her Mom to buy them for her. She pleaded that the boots came from the clearance section and were a good deal. Clearance section??? I didn't know there was such a thing. I only had 5 minutes to spare before I needed to leave to meet Tina, but I ran back to check it out. In the first 45 seconds Penni pulls out the fabulous black boots that I'm wearing in the picture above and I instantly fell in love with them. Everything about them was perfect. Penni was my hero of the day. I didn't even think twice, grabbed them and ran to the check out.<br /><br />Then I met Tina at the Evergreen Walk. I have been dying to take T to that jewelry and accessory store that Lisa introduced me to and of course, she loved it. I told her that she had to pick out something for me and we couldn't leave until she did. She didn't let me down and picked out the purple sweater and jewelry to match. Another total score. We had a grand ole time shopping in all the stores . . . until Karlo crashed our girl party ;-) He met us at Evergreen and we all went to dinner together. I had a great time. What a fantastic day. I really should leave the house more often!<br /><br />
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I have no idea whatever possessed me to decide to bake biscotti from scratch. One night I was flipping through a magazine and found a recipe for pistachio cranberry biscotti. The picture looked so good and after reading the ingredients and directions I thought, "That doesn't sound too hard." I figured that <b>if</b> I could find the dried cranberries and the shelled pistachios in the grocery store, <i>with very little effort</i>, then I would give it a go. Of course, I truly thought I would have trouble locating the items and therefore would give up on the idea quickly and NOT have to actually do the baking. But to my surprise I found the darn ingredients with no trouble.<br />
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So off I went on my baking adventure. And an adventure it was.<br />
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The first thing I had to do was beat, blend, or mix . . . I'm not quite sure what the difference is between those terms, and as Penni pointed out, that may be my first problem. But non-the-less, I threw the sugar, baking powder, and whatever other dry ingredients into my mixing bowl along with the 2 eggs the recipe called for. I turned on my trusty little electric mixer and all the ingredients proceeded to bunch up into one huge ball of mess, wrapped around the mixer do-hickies. Now what? How the heck will I get it off? Uuuuugh. I tried the trick of slowly lifting the beater up and managed to get most of the sticky mess off the beater things without having too much fly around the kitchen.<br />
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Now I'm left with a big slop of super sticky, not quite mixed dough and another pile of dry ingredients that I can't get to mix into the wet slop. Did I mention that I only really have one hand to work with <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(my left one no less)</span></i> due to the stupid sores on my right hand?<br />
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So I try like crazy to mix this cement with my left hand, but it just doesn't work. I'm forced to break the recipe <i>(God forbid I don't go by the book)</i> and crack another egg in to give it more stick. <br />
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By <i>(left)</i> hand, I manage to get all the ingredients wet and sticky and then I threw in the nuts and berries. OK, maybe I'm back on track. Next step was to transfer the sticky mess to a "prepared work surface" and form into two logs. Unsure of what I was supposed to do to 'prepare' my work surface because NOTHING could have prepared me for what I was about to face. I threw some flour all over my immaculately clean counter <i>(and that hurt, let me tell you)</i>. I tried to grab the sticky mess with my one good hand and that quickly went nowhere. I was forced to use my preciously tender and un-bandaged right hand and now I was stuck. The slop was impossible to move or work with. I ended up with literally half of it stuck to me with no idea how to get it off of my hands. I wanted to cry.<br />
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Two logs? The recipe HAD to be kidding. I tried to just grab everything off the counter and put it onto the freezer paper-lined cookie sheet. What the point was of first putting the slop on the counter just baffles me. I'm not even sure how I managed to get any of the stupid slop from the counter and onto the cookie sheet, but I did it. It wasn't pretty, but I did it.<br />
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I would say at least 25% of the batter was still stuck to my hands and you should have seen me trying to get if off my poor painful right hand. What an ordeal that was. Then I had to turn around and figure out how to remove the cement from the counter.<br />
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At this point I figured I had to just give it a go and bake the darn thing. I got this far and no matter how bad they came out, I was eating them. Dammit! So in the oven they went . . .<br />
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They came out not so bad. The recipe said it would yield 30 cookies and I only got 10, but that was understandable considering how much batter went down the drain. To remedy the problem I cut them all in half.<br />
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And after all that work, nobody tried a single one on Christmas day. I weeped.<br />
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The next day Karlo decided to try one out. He asked if "they were meant to be dunked into coffee" and I said yes, but mine weren't like real biscotti and they weren't that hard and crunchy. So he proceeded to DUNK ONE INTO HIS COKE. I threw my arms up in complete disgust. Who dunks biscotti into Coke???? What a waste of all my effort. NEVER again. I got up and pitched the recipe into the wood stove. There will be no further urges in the future.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-20152261863618613942011-12-27T09:31:00.001-05:002011-12-27T09:31:38.308-05:00The Christmas Greyhounds 2011<object height="315" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1WGhfSrVvg?version=3&hl=en_US&rel=0">
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<i>I started off the work week very busy . . . downloading Snoopy Christmas apps on my iPad.</i></div>
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<i>On Tuesday my manager left this on my desk. I've been borrowing his nail clippers for the past decade so he finally broke down and bought me some of my own.</i></div>
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<i>Karlo's publisher always thinks of us around Christmas time. By now he feels like extended family. He sent us this tower of goodies from Harry & David . . . and it's been sitting unattended under our tree ever since. We obviously own "sight" hounds and not blood hounds.</i></div>
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<i>What a ball this was. We attended a super fun work happy hour and had some drinks with our silly co-workers.</i></div>
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<i>We spent an early Christmas Eve at my cousin Jamie's. Always a great time with those folks!</i></div>
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<i>And Christmas was at our place this year. It was simply perfect and I couldn't have asked for a better day. More details to follow . . .</i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-79296439443159295822011-12-21T18:26:00.001-05:002011-12-21T18:26:56.938-05:00Shopping CrazeI'm ready for it all to be over. I'm on both ends of the shopping craziness and I've had it. As a consumer it can be frustrating and exhausting. I just spent the last few minutes trying to track down an email from an order that I placed on Thanksgiving and have yet to receive the item. Of course it's a gift and it just makes me wonder how many other things I ordered and never got . . . and don't even know it because I can't keep track of all my shopping. <br />
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Granted the photo and the lighting are horrific, but so is the coat. Does that look ANYTHING like the one I bought? I could scream. It also arrived with no paperwork and there's no way in Hell I'm paying to ship it back, nor will I drive to a store. So it will be days of back and fourth with customer service to settle this. The coat is hardly worth the aggravation.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-38318686450786116422011-12-20T18:42:00.000-05:002011-12-20T18:42:19.762-05:00My Academic Show N TellThis just cracked me up. I was flipping through my grammar school records and noticed that my mother saved all of my report cards. I found it amusing that even way back then I already displayed my aversion to History and Geography. Well, I should rephrase that. I never cared for history because I always had an attitude of, "Why should I waste my time learning about stuff that happened a hundred years ago when I can be focusing on science and technology?" My sights were always set on the future, not on the past. That has not changed since childhood. I couldn't tell you the date of a single significant historical event. I even struggle to remember what year I got married, but I will soak up and retain new technology knowledge in a heartbeat. As far as Geography goes . . . no aversion there. I love geography. I'm just not all that good at it.<br />
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On one hand I think the teacher must have been pretty sharp to nail my weaknesses with Geography and History <i>(while clearly recognizing my brilliance in everything else ;-)</i> But HELLO, what is with the B in Art????? And that comes the year after this. Go figure.<br />
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<i>I was supposed to take a picture of the plate of cookies that I made and brought to our dance class, but I forgot and by the time we got home, well . . . the dish was empty. I guess that means the cookies were good! And I finally used the cookie dough that went from my brother's freezer, to my father's, to my office, to my friend's house and eventually made it's way home. </i></div>
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<i>This is a very dangerous combination sitting on my desk. It's Scott Kelby's (one of my favorite photographers) "Holiday Gift Guide" (better than "Oprah's Favorite Things") and a catalog from a large camera supply place. Just for the record, I was good and didn't buy a thing. Yet.</i></div>
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<i>Here's my new Christmas party outfit that Karlo helped me pick out in Orlando. Too bad the photo is too dark to really see the outfit. My plum scarf gets totally lost and you also can't tell that there's plum in the skirt. Oh well. At least Karlo approved. </i></div>
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<i>Early Santa strikes again. While Karlo was at Swarovski buying me my necklace he also picked this up. He wanted to give it to me before Christmas so I could decide where to display it on Christmas day. The picture doesn't do it justice. It's super sparkly and pretty. Hopefully there will be something left under the tree for me on Christmas. At the rate Karlo is giving my presents, I'm not so sure.</i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-27034967028188442712011-12-15T15:32:00.001-05:002011-12-15T15:32:59.347-05:00More Fashion FolliesYesterday I wore a pair of gray pinstripe dress pants and a gray wool coat to work. Nothing out of the ordinary. I've been wearing this dress coat for a year or two and I always liked it. I like the length. I like the style. I even got compliments from strangers on the cute 3 button <i>(placed high on the coat)</i> style. But suddenly yesterday afternoon something came over Karlo where he just couldn't take it any more and he told me that I looked like "an old lady" and that I needed better clothes. I questioned what was wrong with my pants and he said, "nothing." So I asked what was wrong with my coat and he said he hated it. He hated the color . . . <i>(It's dark gray for Heaven's sake. The same color as his dress coat.)</i> . . . and he hated the style. Well, this came as quite a surprise. Suddenly I felt self-conscious and miserable. But on a bright side I decided it was time for yet another new coat <i>(like I need that - I have 4 dozen coats in my closet)</i> and Karlo should buy it. Karlo pointed out the fact that I, of all people, should not be wearing a gray coat. "Why don't you own a bright pink coat?" he asked.<br />
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So that was it. First thing this morning I googled "<b>purple winter coat</b>" and I just had to laugh when this came up in the google images search:<br />
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I think it's perfect for me! And Peanut can borrow it when I'm wearing one of the other 4 dozen coats I own. I guess I'll keep searching.<br />
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I haven't been able to forget them since the day I first laid eyes on them. I don't know what it is about them that has me so captivated, but they got me. I decided that I would buy them for myself after getting my Christmas bonus (seeing as they cost $200). But then Black Friday came and I couldn't resist snagging these for $25 plus free shipping from JC Penny.<br />
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Today was the first time I wore them and I'm shocked at how comfy they are. That was a huge selling point for the UGGs. I wanted comfy boots. Now I'm torn trying to decide if these boots that I already own can satisfy that itch for comfy cute boots, or if I still need to splurge on the UGGs. What's a confused girl to do?<br />
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Well this will be a challenge. I usually take this opportunity to look back on the year and remember all the fun and exciting things we did. It’s usually nice to force myself to remember all the things that happened throughout the year and relive the good memories. This year, however, has been one of the worst and most challenging years of my life. The thing that I am most grateful for at this point is the fact that the year is almost over. I look forward to a fresh start with an even numbered year.<br />
<br />It all started in January with the never-ending snow issues and the impossible task of just maintaining the house and property. During one of those crazy storms my Dad fell down on the ice and that pretty much changed the lives of everyone in our family. Nothing was the same after that and that fall marked a significant start of a downward trend.<br /><br />My poor father struggled with his health all year and it was a sad, stressful ordeal. I threw myself into my exercise training program all Winter and managed to get into great shape for our bike trip to Utah in March. Unfortunately that peak of athletic performance was short-lived because I contracted Lyme Disease at the beginning of April. That turned into three of the most miserable weeks of my life and something that I hope to never experience again.<br />
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No sooner do my antibiotics kick in and make me start to feel human again, but Karlo does a number on his spine and spends 8 straight days flat on his back, completely immobile in severe amounts of pain. I quickly went from being the patient to being the nurse and I’m not sure which one was worse. Complete nightmare. Luckily emergency back surgery fixed Karlo up and he was back on his feet in no time.<br /><br />By now June rolls around and we actually had a month of somewhat of a normal life. We were both healthy and Dad was living back at home and seemed happy. Things were looking up. But of course, that wouldn’t last long either.<br /><br />I ended up with a terrible pinched nerve in my neck, which caused life changing constant pain for several months. There went the entire Summer (and Fall for that matter). I couldn’t ride a motorcycle or a bicycle, couldn’t do yoga, lift weights. I couldn’t even sit in a chair without pain and it really sucked big time. But wait, there’s more . . .<br /><br />Dad ended up back in the hospital in July and it was pretty bad. His kidneys were failing and it really took a toll on his brain . . . and my pinched nerve, along with the nerves of my brother and sister-in-law. This marked the beginning of Dad’s very challenging dialysis treatments, which were basically his life support.<br /><br />Most of the Fall was a blur. I was on the road traveling more than I was home. In a month’s time Karlo and I only saw each other for 4 days, and those weren’t even consecutive days! I missed the most beautiful time to be in CT, but fortunately my neck pain seemed to be subsiding so that I was no longer in constant pain. Maybe the rest of the year would slip by without any more problems. Or not.<br /><br />My father decided in mid October to stop his dialysis treatments. The following two weeks were more than I ever dreamed I could handle (emotionally). Let’s just say it was very very hard to watch my father deteriorate rapidly and then finally take his last breathe on Halloween night.<br /><br />So November comes and I’m thinking it’s the final stretch to ending this terrible year. Maybe the time will just pass quickly and be uneventful. There were some minor negatives, but in comparison to what we’ve been through I’m not complaining. I’m just looking forward to spending quality time with my family on Christmas – not discussing the million details of my father’s property nor going over my never ending list of things to do. I just want to be together, be happy, and be relaxed, if only for one short day. Maybe it takes a bad year to reflect on what really matters and to finally realize that Christmas is not about the presents under the tree, but about the people sitting around the dinner table.<br /><br />A sincere Merry Christmas to all my friends and family, with the warmest wishes for a New Year filled with good health and happiness. When it comes right down to it, that is all that really matters.<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-31629833468270701962011-12-13T07:41:00.000-05:002011-12-13T07:41:18.686-05:00Dancing StarsWho knew that somebody had a video recorder on Saturday night? It's not the best quality and you can barely see Karlo and I <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(we are in the back row on the right side of the floor)</i></span>, but it's still pretty neat that we have a memento from our big performance. Enjoy!<br />
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After my big Best Buy purchase I decided that I now needed to buy a book to teach me how to draw cartoon animals. This was to be my big plan for the stylus. I was going to use it simply to draw on my iPad. At the very least it would serve as good entertainment in my lonely hotel room. And that it did.<br />
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I went back to my room and spent the next couple of hours doodling on the iPad. I completely forgot about these sketches until this weekend when I was tinkering with the pad. When I drew them I thought they were terrible, but now looking back at them I can't believe I drew them. I think they are grand! What do you think? Cute?<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-71428481153807782542011-12-11T14:13:00.003-05:002011-12-11T14:27:27.819-05:00Week 49 in Photos<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#338</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ChkFweRjSt7XldqbawbbIIkK47gl7kqCBIJ0sPOfnjUKER9TjAw7vyGEPQShNbc7xJKXwOkDmMjv4_AqjRFA3-TDoc29azY3GG6Z7uVX3igj8B-QG6HhiBgSoHR-LLoDUjJ2aspugig/s1600/338.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ChkFweRjSt7XldqbawbbIIkK47gl7kqCBIJ0sPOfnjUKER9TjAw7vyGEPQShNbc7xJKXwOkDmMjv4_AqjRFA3-TDoc29azY3GG6Z7uVX3igj8B-QG6HhiBgSoHR-LLoDUjJ2aspugig/s400/338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951474833917362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">While we were away in Florida all of these packages were piling up at home. The timing of our trip was terrible right after the biggest shopping weekend of the year. Poor Jill.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#339</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tjLM8Lt8aTBbPvIgo5L43iPsb4IDwBOR1XFNU2IjnVcSKbgUHbO1OW-mPhUi9OUXn1f6WLl1BbW_QnizlaiQibk1PX4fBC9mZYyOBgRUtSEcRCucmqDUA9_oVNOUg0N0HKbI2SgpSX8/s1600/339.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tjLM8Lt8aTBbPvIgo5L43iPsb4IDwBOR1XFNU2IjnVcSKbgUHbO1OW-mPhUi9OUXn1f6WLl1BbW_QnizlaiQibk1PX4fBC9mZYyOBgRUtSEcRCucmqDUA9_oVNOUg0N0HKbI2SgpSX8/s400/339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951481337827890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">It's positively sinful that this is my pathetic picture of the day rather than Lisa shopping or dining, but it will have to do. Here is the result of our evening of shopping.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">#340</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_4EW2TqUDB4A4rCoOvoyqoZCva797oWkCl0i-TJJY6yV0a0gR8PkHk5ZIQ6rGsafqU3IKUEFWbkV-WrLheb6ONgTiGcR5iZ369RKbNCdqvKu1BNJa2O17d29aINPE64TQKMak0sC2nc/s1600/340.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_4EW2TqUDB4A4rCoOvoyqoZCva797oWkCl0i-TJJY6yV0a0gR8PkHk5ZIQ6rGsafqU3IKUEFWbkV-WrLheb6ONgTiGcR5iZ369RKbNCdqvKu1BNJa2O17d29aINPE64TQKMak0sC2nc/s400/340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951488223777106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">This is much more exciting than it looks. I have been waiting a long time to get a 'stand-up' desk at work. With the push of a button I can change the height of the desk so I can either sit at it, or more likely, stand at it. I'm hoping this relieves some of my shoulder and neck issues.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">#341</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP6D_HKpLfD-uRZGVQgXC19d3zieAnaEYDEaDlRIpT7U5jlS60iV_fmXUYjel4Tyx3f6yFBTBb80aH2zgB5WwooCfg00l84CFFRnMaDSxNJoKmCKigxitqw4SkIfsKKif6V8wDhkAo95Q/s1600/341.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP6D_HKpLfD-uRZGVQgXC19d3zieAnaEYDEaDlRIpT7U5jlS60iV_fmXUYjel4Tyx3f6yFBTBb80aH2zgB5WwooCfg00l84CFFRnMaDSxNJoKmCKigxitqw4SkIfsKKif6V8wDhkAo95Q/s400/341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951492206296242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Karlo came home from CA today and he brought me back an early Christmas present. The reason he bought it and gave it to me early is because we were performing in a dance show on Saturday and we needed to dress in black, white and red. This was the perfect compliment to my outfit. So sweet!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">#342</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87eqh9D40STL7a0xc_u0ZJ0B4Vm5hau3PCOtA2VCwEvDTHGLpamZTDL6-xfXUhl3mlRHlI9tY-V3F1L4uEbMnOMQiQC5qr3WW-9f5sJOW0iIRyzXI0yZVb30DJ0GM5rf6fLFf-RsWBkE/s1600/342.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87eqh9D40STL7a0xc_u0ZJ0B4Vm5hau3PCOtA2VCwEvDTHGLpamZTDL6-xfXUhl3mlRHlI9tY-V3F1L4uEbMnOMQiQC5qr3WW-9f5sJOW0iIRyzXI0yZVb30DJ0GM5rf6fLFf-RsWBkE/s400/342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951496217661842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">We went to see this terrific play at UConn called "I'm Connecticut." It was a hilarious story about how boring CT is and we so enjoyed it.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">#343</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3fdFuIO29Q2HRJr6Ni-8UQpZlmvvVt308XzNDvB7TrKd0n8mUmQjgRJU91OnmO5AtDRmTKNscyEy0wkud6KNYN41x0X4beFSTXDI4CmaLOIerLT0AApmt9ogkBandWC4uwYCWqcVoF6s/s1600/343.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3fdFuIO29Q2HRJr6Ni-8UQpZlmvvVt308XzNDvB7TrKd0n8mUmQjgRJU91OnmO5AtDRmTKNscyEy0wkud6KNYN41x0X4beFSTXDI4CmaLOIerLT0AApmt9ogkBandWC4uwYCWqcVoF6s/s400/343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684952846452794354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">And here we are at the holiday ball. Unfortunately I don't have any photos or video of us dancing. Well, maybe that's a good thing ;-)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#344</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibP7EuWnVRSI0BLOu6VbwZaKBUjZiKYivWp46PJoG_aMDUZ3FTwz5vMPzrrqYPmG_solu4BUliQCfwqrS4HQewwHR165iPnPG9BnHLx7T26hy1R7BvzslcFRAMYzi80549NMA4aMOPZRQ/s1600/344.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibP7EuWnVRSI0BLOu6VbwZaKBUjZiKYivWp46PJoG_aMDUZ3FTwz5vMPzrrqYPmG_solu4BUliQCfwqrS4HQewwHR165iPnPG9BnHLx7T26hy1R7BvzslcFRAMYzi80549NMA4aMOPZRQ/s400/344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684952849824973330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">This Christmas takes the record for the easiest and most stress-free shopping and wrapping routine of my life. Every family member gets one sack full of goodies. 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This was my father's business card when he was a builder down in Florida. Boy he sure did regret moving back up to CT.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-72137925703146863762011-12-07T08:15:00.001-05:002011-12-07T08:18:56.852-05:00My Big Night Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And I don't have a single picture to show for it. I am still kicking myself for not taking a picture of Lisa in one of my new favorite stores at the Evergreen Walk. I'm not sure which store takes the title of my favorite. It's a close call between Charming Charlie and Soft Surroundings. I'm in love with both of them. So you'll just have to picture Lisa standing amidst a million adorable pieces of costume jewelry, handbags, scarfs, tops, shoes, etc. The entire store is arranged by color and it's simply amazing. So imagine that you needed to get some red accessories . . . you trot on over to the red section and see things like this:<br />
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I could have stayed there all night. What a ball. I just wish I knew this place existed when I needed to buy some red jewelry for an upcoming holiday ball.<br />
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Then you'll have to picture me trying on my favorite pieces of clothing at Soft Surroundings, which is positively a beautiful store. I've been studying all the clothes in the catalog on my coffee table for a month. I have every other page dog-eared and soon this puppy will be mine:<br />
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Next you'll have to picture Lisa sipping some crazy good looking fancy coffee with whip cream on top. It's times like those when I wished I drank that evil stuff. We had dinner at a new place that I didn't even know existed. Thanks to Groupons we found ourselves chowing down on gourmet pizzas. Yummmy!<br />
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Also thanks to Groupons, we also found ourselves in Old Navy. I had a $20 Groupon and walked around the store a dozen times only to pick up a high tech fleece (the last thing in the world that I need) and some Snoopy lounge pants (the second last thing in the world that I need). I just have a tough time finding things I like in Old Navy. Luckily I had some intervention and not only did Lisa talk me out of my poor clothing choices, but she helped me pick out a new outfit that I'm sporting today.<br />
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Goodbye Orlando, hello home! Unfortunately I flew home alone while Karlo took off to LA for a few days. I sure don't envy him. LA is one of my least favorite travel destinations. I can't complain about the Florida gig. Of all my work travels, this trip is always a pleasant one. This year was even better because it took place one week earlier than normal so my yoga business wasn't quite as crazy. That made a big difference in my stress level.<br />
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I didn't get much free time to keep up with my blog so I will attempt to recap the trip here . . .<br />
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I managed the booth set up all by myself this year while Karlo stayed at work and arrived the next day. Luckily I had my usual team of labor and things went smoothly.<br />
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We finished the set up in one day which meant I earned a day of freedom (well, at least half a day of freedom) to go out and have some fun. Karlo and I took our annual trip to the outlets and shopped for a few hours. I was in Heaven and Karlo was a good sport. He worked hard telling me all the reasons why he hated just about every I picked out. We finally settled on a new outfit for me that we both liked. Boy was that a lot of work.<br />
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All of our nights were spent in great restaurants having amazing meals. We really had some fun nights and we were treated to some delicious foods and wine. Boy do I miss that now that I'm back home, starving, in an empty house :-(<br />
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The work portion of the week was cool and, as always, we got to see some pretty neat cars and talk to lots of interesting people. I just couldn't take my eyes off the paint job on the Viper I'm standing near in the picture above. By the end of the show we were starting to get a little silly. Here we are arm wrestling. Notice that I'm completely suspended in air. I think my elbow is still sore from that stunt.<br />
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We spent all day Sunday relaxing by the pool, waiting for our early evening flights. It was nice to just kill a day without the guilt of feeling that I should be doing a million other things. There's plenty of time for that now that I'm home . . .<br />
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<i>I arrive in Orlando and get bombarded with billboards advertising all the fun things that I won't be doing all week.</i></div>
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<i>This will be my home for the next several days - its the Orange County Convention Center.</i></div>
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<i>I got a half a day off to spend at the outlets. I should have taken the photo after the few hours of shopping when I had more to show for my efforts.</i></div>
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<i>I thought this was my favorite Orlando restaurant. It's a Greek place called Opa and I love it.</i></div>
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<i>But the next night we went to a place called the Funky Monkey Wine Company and OMG, it just took the title of my favorite Orlando place to eat. OUTSTANDING. This was the wine I had that I wanted to remember.</i></div>
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<i>After working the show all day we had to stick around and "work" really hard watching my labor guys break down the booth.</i></div>
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I'm in the middle of trying to prepare for my trip and tie up all my digital loose ends, although that last one never seems to end because as soon as I post this blog there will be new emails to read. <i>sigh</i>. A couple of days ago I got this neat little idea to share some interesting tidbits that I'm digging up at my father's house. Every time we go over there we uncover some little part of my past and I thought it might be fun, not only to share them, but<i> (of course)</i> to record them. I am aiming for one "Show N Tell" per week and this one is short and sweet. I found this little note at the bottom of one of my old dresser drawers.<br />
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I have no idea what's in store for Show N Tell #2. Stay tuned for some embarrassingly old photos and such. Should be fun . . .Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-48558682758211269162011-11-27T11:36:00.001-05:002011-11-27T11:44:06.914-05:00Week 47 in Photos<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>Karlo and I somehow managed to wiggle our way back into dance classes, after being absent for over a year. It pays to be friends with the instructor! Not only did we score ourselves a couple of group lessons, but also a private lesson to prepare us for PERFORMING at an upcoming holiday ball. Gulp.</i></div>
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<i>This is the basket of chocolate that has been torturing us all week.</i></div>
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<i>Just a part of the huge spread our company puts out for our Pre-Thanksgiving Feast.</i></div>
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<i>Here we are at the start of the Manchester Road Race. What a perfect day for a run. We had a blast.</i></div>
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<i>It's tradition that I put up the Christmas tree on Black Friday. Also a tradition that I do it all alone :-(</i></div>
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<i>Amazing that two days after Thanksgiving the weather was nice enough to go for a motorcycle ride. What a treat that was.</i></div>
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<i>FINALLY!! This day was better than Christmas morning for Karlo. Our friends came over to visit and help us attack that huge basket of chocolate. Oh happy happy day!</i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-46228477510521053172011-11-23T16:49:00.001-05:002011-11-23T17:16:57.763-05:00Paula's Favorite Things 2011It's that time of year again. Time for me to make my list of the best products that I discovered over the past year. These things are not necessarily new, but they were new to me and I loved them so much I wanted to share. So without any further ado, here's my list in no particular order.<br />
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These first 3 aren't exactly items to buy, in fact they're FREE. What could be better than free stuff? Both of these first two items are downloadable apps <i>(both for your smart phones, as well as just your computer)</i> and they have been life changing so let me explain.<br />
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<b>Evernote</b> - Along these same lines is my "data, ideas, lists, you name it, whatever-I-need-to-keep-track-of" filing system. This too was split up and duplicated on several different computers. Only problem with that is that I would add some ideas to my files at work and then get home and not have that info. Enter <a href="http://www.evernote.com/" target="_blank">Evernote</a>. Their slogan is "Remember everything" and this free little utility is the greatest thing since sliced bread. to sweeten it further, I also have it loaded on my phone and ipad. No matter where I am I can make a note and it instantly syncs to every computer I own. This, my friends, is how I managed to keep track of all my photos of the day. I would take photo and whip out my phone and make a note of the day and the subject matter so a week later <i>(no matter what computer I was on)</i> I could post all the photos in the right order from <i>(of course)</i> multiple different cameras. I am carrying all my ideas with me no matter where I am and I couldn't be happier about it.<br />
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<b>Mint</b> - <a href="https://www.mint.com/" target="_blank">Mint</a> has exterminated Quicken for me. This is another free utility that you can just join and log into from any computer. Once you get all your financial data plugged in it will automatically track all of your finances <i>(well, as many as you let it)</i>. I have all of our credit cards plugged in and it will log every single purchase. Not only does it just log it, but it's smart enough to categorize most of the purchases for you. Sure it can't do it all automatically, but when you're buying things at a grocery store, gas station, or home improvement store, the categorizing works like a charm. It will save me hours upon hours of sitting and fighting with Quicken this tax season. And it also offers a phone app so you can work on the fly.<br />
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<b>Eddie Bauer</b> - It seems that I have fallen for this Eddie guy this year. I bought several things from this store: the most awesome high tech First Ascent jacket, super warm mittens, fleece lined pants for snow shoeing, and the coziest flannel lined jeans, a cool and versatile linen jacket . . . Every single piece of clothing that I bought there this year has become one of my favorite pieces. I simply love this store and plan to frequent it. I can't think of any other store that I've been this happy with everything I bought. Two thumbs up <a href="http://www.eddiebauer.com/home.jsp" target="_blank">Eddie Bauer</a>!<br />
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<b>Downey Wrinkle Release</b> - How come it took me this long to discover a product that magically takes wrinkles out of clothes without the need for an iron? Do I really need to explain the benefits here? I should buy it by the case.<br />
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<b>Moroccanoil Hair Oil</b> - Jessica introduced this stuff to me and she called it "hair crack." This is strange because growing up 'greasy hair' was a no-no, but now I'm purposefully putting oil into my hair. I don't know how it does it, but somehow rather than making your hair look greasy, it gives it an amazing shine and healthy glow. Cool stuff.<br />
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<b>D7000</b> - This is my new Nikon camera and it has become the love of my life. I could write a book on it, but I'll spare you. Just know that I LOVE it.<br />
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<b>Michelob Ultra Pomegranate Raspberry Beer </b>- Yeah, so it's a girly beer, but even Karlo likes the Michelob Ultras. There are 2 other flavors <i>(lime and peach) </i>that I also like, but the raspberry is my favorite. It's almost like drinking a wine cooler, but not so sweet and doesn't make me ill. With the reduced calories it's my drink of choice. Yum.<br />
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<b>Tostidos Artisan Nacho chips</b> - And speaking of yum, the first time I bit into one of these chips I literally yelled out loud, "Oh my GODDDDDDDD, these are the best chips in the world." And they are. Period. Get yourself a bag immediately. My favorite is the roasted garlic and black bean, but there are other flavors as well.<br />
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<b>Cashmere Socks</b> - This is just a piece of heaven for your feet. Socks are one of my favorite things and I think I mentioned this before that bad socks can ruin my whole day, while good socks can make my whole day. Nothing beats cashmere and since it's always so expensive, the easiest way to splurge and add some to your life is in sock form. Your feet will be thanking you, I promise.<br />
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<b>Fuze Drinks </b>- I have tried every single so-called healthy drink on the market and this has become my new favorite. I'm sure I've tried every flavor and haven't found one that I don't like. The slenderize versions are super low calorie and refreshing, but the thicker fruitier ones, holy smokes, they deserve an umbrella in them! The yummiest drink on the market and amazingly low calorie for how good they taste.<br />
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<b>Suave Styling Sprays</b> - You gotta love it when one of your favorite beauty products just happen to be the lowest price ones on the shelf. I have to admit, it was the commercials that sucked me in and made me want to try the new Suave products. They did a great job on the marketing and I have to say, the products back up the claims. I really do like the finishing spray and how neat of a concept to make a dry shampoo. The stuff really works and is perfect for those days when I'm going out on a weekend night and want to push my shower off until later in the day. I spray my hair in the morning with this magic aerosol and it really does clean your hair. What a concept. Would be a perfect companion for camping - or those long weeks with no electricity!<br />
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<b>Midnight with a Mystic</b> - This is the book that led Karlo and I into meditation. I blogged about this book on my YogaDudes blog and you can <a href="http://yogadudes.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-path-to-enlightenment-through-inner.html" target="_blank">check it out there</a> for more details, but the book was truly life changing. If you're looking for an interesting read this holiday, this would be a good investment.<br />
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<b>Rialto Shoes</b> - It's not often that I find shoes that fit me and are truly comfortable. I usually search high and low. I try to buy higher end shoes, I prefer them to be from Europe <i>(where they make them more narrow)</i>, and I exhaust myself reading reviews before making any purchasing decisions. But one day I was strolling through Kohls with no real purpose and I stumbled across a pair of shoes that caught my eye. I didn't really need them, but for some reason I couldn't resist them. Best shoe purchase of the year. From day one they have been the most comfortable shoes I own and they fit me like a glove. I tried to buy up every color, but no luck. I will be keeping my eye out for this brand in the future to start my new collection.<br />
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<b>No Gray Hair Color Additive</b> - Ever since we moved to the middle of nowhere I color my own hair. The salon is just too far and it takes too darn long to sit in one place while I'm waiting for the color to process. The only bad part of this deal is that the home hair coloring systems are not as strong or good as the professional ones and my grays NEVER really get fully covered. That was until I discovered these magically little tubes of juice. They come in packages of two <i>(you can get them at CVS)</i> and you just drip them into your store-bought hair color and it greatly improves your gray coverage. <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03961758032083069012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058638292866154980.post-53526465036194760212011-11-22T18:06:00.001-05:002011-11-22T18:22:18.472-05:00What is Wrong With This Picture?Last weekend Karlo and I attended a local school fundraiser. It was a pasta dinner and along with the dinner there was both a live and silent auction. I just love those. The thrill and sport of stalking the items that you want to win, while outbidding your fellow neighbor is all just so exhilarating. And it really does work out to snag some nice things, especially gifts, and take the charity tax write-off to boot. It's just a win win situation of doing something good for the community while helping your own finances a bit.<br />
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Karlo and I both got caught up in the whole spirit of the silent auction. I must have placed a bid on 25 different things. It could have been one heck of an expensive night had I not gotten so distracted by socializing while slacking on the bid stalking. And little did I know that Karlo was off on his own, doing his own bidding. He, of course, is not as savvy of a shopper as I am <i>(given the fact that we went home with items that he bid well over face value on -- but I'm happy knowing it was for a good cause so I didn't give him too much grief)</i>. But this next stunt, however . . . this deserves some grief. Can you tell me what is wrong with this picture????<br />
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It's a reenactment, of course, and I'm still kicking myself for not taking a picture of the actual bidding sheet. Early in the evening <i>(when I was stalking my desired items)</i> I was paying very close attention to my favorite items where I was getting outbid. Imagine my surprise when I saw this item <i>(which just happened to be a gigantic basket of chocolate that I was trying to win for Karlo)</i> and I saw that I was outbid -- by MYSELF! OK, maybe it wasn't exactly myself. Maybe it was my bird brain husband that didn't notice that the exact same number and name was listed on the line right above the line that he filled out. What kind of ding dong ups the bid on themselves? OMG that one takes the cake for never paying attention to anything.<br />
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And here's the best part of the story. Since I was so busy not paying attention to all the things that I wanted to win so badly I didn't realize that somebody <i>(other than Karlo)</i> outbid me on that chocolate. At the last second our friends Jill & Dan put the winning bid down and . . . you ready for this? GAVE us the basket. I was just stunned by this amazing act of friendship. So now we have this puppy sitting on our counter:<br />
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And it's torture because we PROMISED them that we wouldn't open it until they visited us this coming weekend. Yeah, my family wasn't too happy with that deal when they were over last weekend and we didn't break our promise. It's like waiting for Santa to arrive . . . Saturday can't come soon enough. Thanks again Jill!!!!<br />
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