tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074875910540509172024-03-05T22:24:34.481-08:00The Insane RealitiesAll of those little things in life that sneak up on you and are hilarious.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-76370170487868546692012-11-06T07:26:00.000-08:002012-11-06T07:26:10.023-08:00Really?Wow. So people still read this old thing, eh? Shocking, really. But, thank you.The 4 cents I've made from this blog have been totally worth the effort.<br />
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About a month ago I, begrudgingly, moved from the city to the suburbs. If you've ever been to Atlanta, you would know that this is a <i>huge </i>change. After a few months of looking in the city, a few failed offers (you would not believe how fast a foreclosure in Morningside will fly off the market!), and a few hour+ discussions, we (read:the fiance) decided to expand our search to the suburbs. Granted, in his line of work (restoring classic cars) we knew we needed a garage and city houses just so rarely offered garages, and if they did they were about a 1/2 car garage, it made sense. So off we went to the bustling OTP 'hoods (outside the perimeter the dorkbomb suburbs, for non-ATLians) in search of a dream home. After only a few weeks (and about 20 houses) we found one we could compromise on (He got a big house in the suburbs with a garage. I got a pool. I win.).<br />
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Moving from the city was so weird at first. It was SO dark. And SO quiet. And SO...suburban. Strip malls and minivans everywhere. However, I slowly started to realize the benefits of living in the suburbs. Long gone were the 35 minute drives to the nearest Costco. Gas was about 15 cents cheaper, and there was actually a gas station on my way to work! You could get an awesome pizza delivered in about 45 minutes, not the hour and a half it would normally take in the city! AND I didn't have to go down a loooong hall, down an elevator, and outside to walk my dog. Gradually, I accepted my fate and decided to make the best of it.<br />
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However, I started to notice major, daily differences that would affect my life forever...<br />
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I am cut off by an Escalade or BMW or minivan DAILY on my way to work. Always one of those three.<br />
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People at the grocery store are just too damn friendly. I miss the hippie grocery store on Ponce and<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_Kroger" target="_blank"> Murder Kroger.</a><br />
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Children come to your door begging for candy! (Oh wait, that might have been Halloween)<br />
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Strip malls. Seriously. Everywhere.<br />
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Babies. Seriously. Everywhere. Also, stop asking me when I'm having babies, everyone ever. Never. Just to spite you.<br />
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Everyone assumes I am married because we bought a house together. We are not married. Yet. But we've been living in sin for 3 years. If one more of my neighbors refers to The Fiance as my husband, I will slap them.<br />
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Republican bumper stickers on every car ever. The complete opposite of the city, where almost every car has a bumper sticker supporting a Blue candidate, marriage equality, the environment, the hippie neighborhood in which they live, eating organic, eating local, bicycling, bands no one has ever heard of, breweries, restaurants (Fox Bros., what up!), and every other polarizing subject you can think of.<br />
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Malls. I have been in a mall two times in the last 2 years, and have spent no more than about 1 hour, total in malls in those 2 years. There are malls f-ing everywhere in the suburbs. I think I live about 10 minutes from 3 malls. <br />
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My house has zero bars. Literally, zero. We had to install an IP router for all of our cell phone calls. Which leads me to...<br />
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We have a home phone. No one actually calls us. Only political robocalls. And I use it to order pizza, just to get our money's worth. I've turned it into a game to answer the phone different ways every time. Some day I hope a real person is there and can appreciate my effort.<br />
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This is basically my view before I get onto the highway every day. See all the green stuff before you get to the buildings? :( <br />
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All in all, I'm adjusting rather well to the suburbs. Especially getting to sleep an extra 10 minutes because I don't have to take my dog outside and don't have to drive 5 minutes to just get out of my parking garage. I'm already petitioning to move back to the city, though. It will happen. Some day. Until then, does anyone need a place to stay in Atlanta? I have about 47 unoccupied rooms in my house of sin I still need to fill up. Let me know. I swear the suburbs aren't <i>that </i>bad.<br />
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<br />cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-8098555086673501922012-01-27T09:56:00.000-08:002012-01-27T09:57:17.108-08:00Awkward Advertising Photos are Awesome<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim71DPIwBTt_yEvChpD6uSr67qSfaXGhTaNNAKD5cO6zx4yAZ-tvXBds6EPE35hQFA6aYSq7ghklNIoT0Vu9kSlro7ib1zqqgBWOVthhh_zJxI5GRIWHEwD9wz3Op6jyEO4kuTheqyts1E/s1600/Oh-LA-LA-Cheri-3_grid_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim71DPIwBTt_yEvChpD6uSr67qSfaXGhTaNNAKD5cO6zx4yAZ-tvXBds6EPE35hQFA6aYSq7ghklNIoT0Vu9kSlro7ib1zqqgBWOVthhh_zJxI5GRIWHEwD9wz3Op6jyEO4kuTheqyts1E/s1600/Oh-LA-LA-Cheri-3_grid_4.jpg" /><br />
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The show always has a few featured teens and they are always the same stereotypes:<br />
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<li>The kid who hasn't actually been in big trouble or done anything that bad, but has decent parents who are trying to prove a point</li>
<li>The kid who actually is kind of a badass and vows to change after having someone explains how they will definitely get raped in prison, but ends up going right back to their naughty ways and, usually, in juvenile detention</li>
<li>The kid who runs with a bad crowd and is just trying to get attention because they have terrible parents</li>
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Recently, they've had a few episodes that showed women's prisons. I've always thought that because I'm quite a bit larger than the average sized girl (5'10") I would always be ok in prison. I realize that most people probably don't think about their legitimacy if they were ever sent to prison, but these are the kinds of things that run through my head. "Would I be able to survive in prison? Or would I be someone's bitch?" However, after watching a few of these episodes with women's prisons, I quickly realized that I would be eaten alive in a week (unless I quickly learned to crochet like Martha Stewart and befriended everyone with my charm and domesticity) and probably be, like, 5 people's bitch. <br />
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Exhibit A: Diabla<br />
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This might be the scariest bitch I've ever seen ever. Her name is Diabla for God's sake!!! This women would eat me alive, both literally and figuratively. Diabla is the reason I would never make it in prison. Well, the primary reason.<br />
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Other reasons I wouldn't last longer than a week in prison include:<br />
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<ul><li>I have never been in a physical fight in my life</li>
<li> I stopped lifting weights about 6 months ago, although it would definitely be something I could pick back up in the joint</li>
<li>I have never been involved in illegal activities, except for the time that my friends and I broke into a "cult" in high school and had a truck chase us back down a scary driveway after we knocked on the big garage door thing that was just randomly coming out of a huge hill...allegedly.</li>
<li>I am extremely uncoordinated.</li>
<li>I would probably be malnourished and frail due to not eating prison food because I'm weird about germs and stuff</li>
<li>I am not in a gang</li>
</ul>This is just the tip of the iceberg, but you get where I'm going with this. Basically what I'm saying is that in my mind, I would be the queen of the jailyard, but in reality, I would get my ass kicked so fast it wouldn't even be entertaining to watch. I think my only defense would be my razor sharp wit, but I think even that would be reduced due to the malnourishment.<br />
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I'm really going to do my best to not end up in prison, but you better start plotting how you're going to break me out now, because there's now way I'll last. I'm just way too much of a pussy.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-88315801723170136562012-01-26T13:24:00.000-08:002012-01-26T13:26:45.424-08:00What's Your Number?: Anna Faris, yet again, singlehandedly saves a movie It's time for yet another installment of "I'm Too Lazy to Write a New Post, but Have Some Random Garbage on Another Blog to Share with You!". This installment is brought to you by "What's Your Number?", a cute film that came out last fall starring Anna Faris that was actually totally watchable! I'd guess that by now it's OnDemand or at Redbox or maybe even just on HBO, so you can check it out on the cheap!<br />
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If you love Anna Faris like I love Anna Faris, you will love "What's Your Number?" When previews first started showing about this one, I was skeptical. Then I re-watched "The House Bunny" and remembered that Anna Faris can singlehandedly carry a very average movie and decided to give her newest one a shot. And I was not let down.<br />
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For the ladies: Anna Faris combines the difficult task of being hilarious and being a girl. She doesn't take herself too seriously and seems like someone I would actually want to hang out with (unlike some actresses *cough*Gwyneth Paltrow*cough*JenniferAniston*Cough*). This attitude carries over wonderfully into every character she portrays and keeps even dull movies interesting. And, for the slutty ladies, she'll make you feel like you're not that big of a whore.<br />
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For the guys: She's in her underwear for a good portion of the movie.<br />
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The premise of this movie is based on a "study" done on how your number of sexual partners relates to your ability to get married. According to the "study" if you've slept with 20 or more guys, you have a 96% chance of never getting married and dying a lonely, slutty cat lady. They don't exactly say the cat lady thing, but we all know if you end up alone, you end up a crazy cat lady. Ally (Anna Faris's character) realizes she's slept with 19 guys and has to keep her legs shut until she finds the man of her dreams, number 20, so she can ensure he's the guy she'll marry and she doesn't go over the magic number.<br />
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Once hitting that magic 20, Ally decides she has to go back and revisit every guy she's slept with so she can ensure she'll still get hitched some day. As you can imagine, there are hilarious scenes with her former lovers that will literally make you LOL. Can you imagine if you went back through all of yours??? Exactly. Her perfect comedic timing and unforgettable facial expressions truly made this movie. Colin (played by the ever sexy Chris Evans, who happens to be shirtless often in this film) is Ally's slutty male neighbor helping her along in her quest. You pretty much figure out what's going to happen in the first 25 minutes of the movie, but it's funny enough to keep you guessing and Anna Faris shows her butt enough that guys will stay entertained as well.<br />
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Little one liners are peppered throughout (my personal favorite: "He has terrible taste in fonts" I mean, seriously, wtf does that even mean?) to make you chuckle.<br />
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I have to point out that Rotten Tomatoes says this movie is terrible. Luckily, they've gotten it terribly wrong. The movie is funny, engaging, and cute. Great movie for a girls night out with some cocktails before (and after, who are we kidding) or for a date night with that special guy you're trying to convince you have good taste in movies.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-71172518927861377962012-01-19T14:27:00.000-08:002012-01-19T14:27:30.951-08:00An Actual Conversation with My Sister (and also why I shouldn't have babies)<div style="color: #073763;"><span class="kn" title="carrie.abram@gmail.com">The following is an actual conversation between my sister and I after I saw photos of a friend's newborn baby on Facebook...with a LOT of hair. (Please keep in mind that this was a gchat, in case it seems like someone is a little *ahem* slow.)</span></div><div style="color: #073763;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #073763;"><span class="kn" title="carrie.abram@gmail.com">me: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":2h4">isn't it weird that babies are born with hair?</span></div><div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":2go" style="color: #073763;">like, you have hair growing INSIDE of you!?</div><div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":2ek" style="color: #073763;">and fingernails and shit?</div><div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":2iy" style="color: #073763;">creeps me out</div><div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":2iy"> </div><div class="km" role="chatMessage" style="color: #274e13;"><div class="kk"> <span class="kn" title="lizzard.abram@gmail.com">Liz: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":21e">they have fingernails, too</span></div></div><div class="km" role="chatMessage"><div class="kk"> </div><div class="kk" style="color: #073763;"> <span class="kn" title="carrie.abram@gmail.com">me: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":2eq">exactly</span></div><div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":2il" style="color: #073763;">and penises</div></div><div class="km" role="chatMessage"><div class="kk"> </div><div class="kk" style="color: #274e13;"> <span class="kn" title="lizzard.abram@gmail.com">Liz: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":2ev">dude</span></div><div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":2ix" style="color: #274e13;">they're little people</div></div><div class="km" role="chatMessage"><div class="kk"> </div><div class="kk" style="color: #073763;"><span class="kn" title="carrie.abram@gmail.com">me: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":2iw">you could have a penis growing inside of you</span></div></div><div class="km" role="chatMessage"><div class="kk"> </div><div class="kk" style="color: #274e13;"> <span class="kn" title="lizzard.abram@gmail.com">Liz: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":2ip">what do you think they'd look like/have</span></div><div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":2gw" style="color: #274e13;">also true</div></div><div class="km" role="chatMessage" style="color: #073763;"><div class="kk"> </div><div class="kk"> <span class="kn" title="carrie.abram@gmail.com">me: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":2ik">I don't even know</span></div><div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":2ja">the whole thing creeps me out</div></div>cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-11822877543688071532012-01-18T08:13:00.000-08:002012-01-18T08:14:48.604-08:00The Lost Boys: A review from the perspective of someone who saw this movie for the first time as an adultYeah, this is another copied movie review from my other blog because I'm super lazy, get over it. I don't have a real excuse for being so lazy, but I DO have a staph infection in my leg from a spa! Seriously. More to come on that... <br />
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As the title suggests, I recently saw "The Lost Boys" for the first time. I noted to The Boyfriend that I was in the mood to watch a scary movie since it's finally October. We had just gotten a new Logitech Revue that allows you to stream movies straight to your TV (we'd been linking the Mac up until now, due to our lack of video game consoles, and it was a mess) and I was antsy to try it out! After striking out with Netflix, we turned to Crackle.com with whom the Revue has an agreement and were able to choose from a few totally free options. "The Lost Boys" won as The Boyfriend expressed his disgust that I had not yet seen it. I was assured that this movie was plenty scary and I would love it as much as everyone else does.<br />
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Now, I'm a lover of classic 80's movies as much as the next guy and really had high hopes for this one; I was surprisingly disappointed. <br />
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I have a feeling most people already know how the movie goes, so I'll keep the synopsis short. A family (mom and two sons) move to California to live with the kooky old grandpa who is fond of taxidermied animals and the ladies. On their way into town, the boys see "Murder Capital of America" grafittied on the back of a billboard. Scary, right!? They pretty much immediately head to the boardwalk to meet some ladies and check out the scene. Mike, the big brother, sees some broad with a perm and decides to stalk her. He ends up getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, eats some maggots, drinks some blood, and becomes a vampire. The movie progresses at a decent pace from here, but with little character development and lots of vampire type activities. At the end of the movie, you find out who the Head Vamp is and yada, yada, yada, everyone is happy.<br />
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To me, it was amazing that people had been tolerating vampires for years in this community and no one, until Corey Haim, thought to seek out the Head Vamp and kill him/her. Or maybe they had thought of it, but nobody actually did it. Seeing this movie for the first time as an adult is a terrible idea. I'm sure everyone has wonderful memories of this movie, but it just didn't do it for adult me.<br />
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Maybe it's the recent vampire obsession, maybe it's the fact that I read the "info" on the movie before we watched it, or maybe it's because the movie isn't that well written, but I pretty much figured out the plot within the first 10 minutes of the movie. According to The Boyfriend, I wasn't supposed to know that they were vampires and I wasn't supposed to realize so soon that the brother "Mike" was turning into one. Unfortunately, living in 2011 pretty much ruined the surprise.<br />
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If you watched this movie as a kid, and haven't seen it since, don't watch it again! It will ruin your wonderful memories. If you're presently an adult and haven't ever seen it, only watch it if you have young children you want to scare. You're bound to re-evaluate everyone's opinion about everything who has told you it's awesome. Sorry, but it's not. The only awesome thing was the dog.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-46072459148256986532012-01-12T14:35:00.000-08:002012-01-12T14:36:34.871-08:00MCAT Study Guides: The Epitome of ComedyI'm kind of the "loser" in my family. My older sister is an attorney and my younger sister is going to be a doctor (and not like, she's pre-med, but has no actual chance of becoming a doctor, like she's practically a genius and will probably become a brain surgeon or something). I'm just a lowly sales professional (although an awesome one!). However, after hearing the horror stories from my older sister about studying for the LSATs and the Bar and just studying in school in general, and now hearing my younger sister talk about studying for the MCAT and how hard she studies in school, I definitely feel justified in my decision to "just" be a business major and "just" be a sales professional. I had horrible study skills and never would've made it in post-graduate studies (one of the misfortunes of being intellectually gifted I suppose...TERRIBLE study skills even when you actually need them)! <br />
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So my younger sister is now studying for the MCAT and obviously quite serious about it, so she's using a Kaplan brand study guide to help prepare. Apparently, Kaplan thinks they're awesome and hilarious and decide to incorporate comments like this into their books (this nugget of awesome came from a physics study guide...booooorrriinnnggg):<br />
"Frankly, dropping balls isn't all that exciting. Imagine how much more thrilling it would be to encounter a falling cat or a turkey sandwich or, better yet, a falling cat eating a turkey sandwich. Now that would be something."<br />
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I noted to my sister that while physics is extremely boring to me, I would actually LOVE to see a falling cat eating a turkey sandwich. So I present you with, "Mr. Giggles Falling Whilst Eating a Turkey Sandwich".<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Like I mentioned, I'm not much of a studier and only liked the "college" part of school (that is to say, the going out with my girlfriends and drinking too many red bull vodkas and wearing outfits that I would never wear in front of my mother), so I'll never be a doctor or a lawyer, but I'm a hell of a creative artist! So I decided, as a gift to my book strapped sister, I would illustrate her boring ass book. And I have to say, I think my drawing came out AWESOME! I can't wait for more excerpt so I can illustrate those, too. And don't worry, I'll share.</div>cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-20708628443937265732012-01-11T14:19:00.000-08:002012-01-11T14:32:55.632-08:00Semi-Extreme Couponing: Brought To You By A BeginnerHave you ever seen that show on TLC called Extreme Couponing? It's awesome in that "you-are-secretly-a-hoarder-but-found-a-way-to-justify-your-crazy-for-a-while" kind of way. And I love it. I've always loved saving money and seek out a great sale, but couponing has taken my love of an awesome deal to a new level.<br />
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When I started couponing, I had no idea what I was doing. I subscribed to the newspaper and dug out the coupons every Sunday, clipped them, alphabetized them, then went to the store with my coupons and whatever was on sale that I had a coupon for, I would buy. The first time I went I think I saved about $75, which was awesome! But I spent about $200, which was not awesome. I got laundry detergent, and cereal, and bread, and butter, and dish soap, and shampoo, and whatever else I could find. But I wasn't actually getting "good deals", I was just buying nonsense and cluttering my home with it. There are loads of couponing websites out there with great advice, but I didn't (and still haven't, really) spent any time on them to find out the tricks of the trade. However, I feel like I'm finally starting to get the hang of it and figure out the tricks of the trade.<br />
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In a recent coupon trip, I spent $40 for $88 worth of groceries. I <i>saved </i>$48! I also should mention that I picked up things to make dinner for a few nights as well, so about $20-25 of what I spent was on non-coupon, generic items that were on my regular list that were in no way on sale. In this trip I got a few things for free and didn't spend more than $1 for each of my coupon items. Repeat, I got a few things for free!!! It was definitely my best couponing trip ever and reinforced some of the principles I've been trying to adopt in my couponing adventure. <br />
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Thinking about starting to coupon? Here are some tips so you can avoid making the same rookie mistakes I did or at least get started on the right foot:<br />
1.) Tight on money? Don't subscribe to every day of the newspaper. I am still subscribed to all 7 days and never read any of them and rarely get coupons on Wednesday, which is supposed to be a big day for them. Just subscribe to Sundays. Some serious couponers get several Sunday newspapers, but for a beginner, that's just not necessary. If you're <i>super </i>tight on money, you can ask gas stations, grocery stores, wherever they get the news paper, to save the Sunday papers/coupons for you. Free coupons! You can also dumpster dive, but that can get messy. However, if you live in an apartment complex that has recycling bins, that can be a good place to look as most people don't coupon.<br />
2.) Find out what your favorite store's coupon policy says. In Charlotte, North Carolina, we primarily have Harris Teeter. They double coupons every day and have "super double" coupon days (where they double coupons up to $1.98, rather than the $.99 they'll normally double), however, they will only double up to 20 coupons. They'll still take as many as you have, but it's worth going on double days or saving some for your next trip to get the doubled value.<br />
3.) Only use your coupons on items that are on sale or that you'll use anyway. The secret to couponing is the combination of coupons plus sales. Combining the two is what gets you the great deals. Granted, there are some things that we use on a regular basis anyway, so using a coupon just saves money on something we'll likely buy without one. If you have a great coupon, but that item isn't on sale, it's better to save the coupon for a while and see if it will go on sale. Chances are, it will. Which leads me to... <br />
4.) Check the ad pages to see what's on sale and plan ahead. A lot of stores now even post their weekly specials online so you can scope out the deals before you get there, or without having to wait for the ad in the paper. Having a list of everything you're going to buy and getting your coupons ready will save TONS of time! I have, literally, spent 2 hours in the grocery store trying to get my coupons together on the fly. It's a terrible idea and will not only take you a long time, but you won't get all of the good deals you should because it's so easy to forget about one coupon. I should note, however, that some things you'll go looking for will be out of stock (thanks to other crazy couponers), so put a few back-up items on your list (if you're limited to 20 like I am). That way you can take advantage of the full limit and get all of your deals in one trip.<br />
5.) This seems obvious, but alphabetize your coupons. I started out with an envelope with my coupons alphabetized and paper clipped. Super easy, super cheap. Thanks to my fab aunt, I've since upgraded to a "Coupon Cubby" that looks like a really cute red croc clutch, but is in fact a perfectly organized coupon holder. A lot of couponers swear by using binders and other things, but I like to keep it simple.<br />
6.) Only cut coupons of things you think you might actually buy or use. Clipping 20 diaper coupons isn't going to do me any good, nor is clipping 100 vitamin coupons. I don't use diapers or have a baby and most of the vitamin coupons are things I wouldn't buy anyway. Of course, there will be some things you get that might not be your favorite, but if it's something you <i>might </i>use, go ahead and clip it!<br />
7.) Don't be brand specific! This is one problem we have in our house, my fiance is super brand specific. He's slowly getting better about this, but will only use certain shampoo and specific soap and the perfect shave gel. I'll use whatever is cheap! You definitely have to be brand flexible to make couponing work. Sometimes your favorite brands will be on sale, and sometimes they won't. However, it can be a great way to find new favorites, too! I discovered my new favorite deodorant by couponing because it usually only costs me $.50 per stick! Turns out, it's awesome, too!<br />
8.) Avoid coupons that require you to buy two, three, four, six of anything. Hamburger Helper always has coupons that are "Save $.45 on SIX!", obviously, that's not a good deal. Cereal companies are notorious for "Save $.75 on THREE!". Even on double day, saving $1.50 on $12 worth of cereal is not a great deal, unless of course, it's cereal that you're going to eat anyway, then it's awesome to save money on cereal! (See #3!) But usually, you'll end up buying things you don't really want anyway and pay a premium to get the requisite amount.<br />
9.) Take your coupons everywhere! You never know when you'll spot a great deal! ...unless you carry a giant binders with your coupons. That could just get weird.<br />
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I hope my couponing tips can help you get started, or more efficient, in your couponing! It really is a fun way to save money and gets me all jacked up when I have a good trip! I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a lot of booty shaking in my house when I save a ton of money and have an awesome trip!cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-34348097649562189502012-01-11T07:54:00.000-08:002012-01-11T08:00:42.360-08:00Fake Meat: The New MeatMy sister is a vegetarian. Not like a weirdo, PETA, I-steal-animals-in-the-middle of the night kind of vegetarian (although if you're that brand of crazy, that's fine too...), but a strange offshoot, a I-genuinely-don't-like-the-taste-or-texture-of-meat vegetarian. Weird, right? Well, except bacon, who can resist bacon? No one, that's right. I tell you this to preface this story and to explain why I even know about fake meat and would try it. Although my sister is a bacotarian, her husband is a rabid omnivore. This man loves meat. (That sounds strangely homoerotic, but I swear I just mean, like, pulled pork, and steak, and random dead birds and stuff), so occasionally they will try fake meat products. After being assured by her and her husband that some of these fake meat items were actually quite tasty, I decided to give them a go myself.<br />
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I started with something easy, <a href="http://www.morningstarfarms.com/morningstar-farms-buffalo-wings-veggie-wings.html" target="_blank">Morningstar Farms "Buffalo Wings"</a>. These are, essentially, chicken flavored soy stuff processed to be in the shape and texture of a chicken nugget with a super spicy buffalo crunchy shell. And they are awesome. My first foray into fake meat was actually a success! Dip these little babies into some ketchup and ranch and BADABING! Gourmet!<br />
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I made sure to get my food first and hurry to try it before he did just to make sure it didn't taste like ass or have some weird textural difference. There was a bit of a difference in the taste, as you'd expect, but I wouldn't say it was a bad different, just different. So I kept waiting for the review. Finally, I asked, "How are your tacos?!"after he had eaten an entire taco without saying anything and he completely ignored me because he was totally engrossed in the episode of 30 Rock that was on TV because we're a bad family and totally eat dinner in the living room in front of the TV. So I asked again, "HOW ARE YOUR TACOS???" In case he had accidentally gone deaf in the last minute. His response, "Oh, they're good. Did you do something different with the meat?" DUN DUN DUUUUNNN... <br />
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Me, "Why, do you not like them? Do you think they're bad???" Him, "No, I actually think they're awesome. Probably the best ever. I was just wondering because it tastes different" Seriously. Said they were his favorite ever. Fake meat. No shit. Me, "Weeelll, that's the thing. It's not actually meat. It's fake meat. It's, like, soy meat." Him, "Hm. Weird. They taste awesome. I guess I like fake meat. I think that's great. A lot healthier, huh?" <br />
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SCORE FOR FAKE MEAT! <br />
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In case you were ever on the fence about fake meat, after this, I definitely recommend trying it. Even if you have to trick someone into eating it. Like I mentioned before, it's ZERO grams of fat, tastes close enough to real ground beef that with some seasoning you don't know the difference, and a 12 oz. pack is really only a bit more than a pound of beef (which I would guess probably 4 oz. is all fat anyway). I think mine was about $4. I definitely plan on trying more things that I normally use ground beef with the Smart Grounds. I think it would make excellent chili, too, so I'll be trying that next!<br />
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If you have any fake meat experiences or suggestions, I would love to hear them! Fake meat has really come a long way and will definitely be a new staple in my diet.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-74546912020268510242012-01-10T06:54:00.000-08:002012-01-10T06:54:07.092-08:00The Shawshank Redemption: Not a movie about the HolocaustA few months ago, I decided I should start a movie review blog. Just to get you up to speed on why I started the review blog, etc., I have seen very few "classic" movies or movies that you're "supposed to see", and my fiance thinks this is hilarious/annoying. I don't get references from random 80's-90's movies and it drives him crazy. So I decided I would start trying to watch these movies to get caught up. Unfortunately, this backfired and I ended up hating almost all of the movies he would recommend. Apparently, I'm too young to get some of the humor from the 80's and 90's...or the movies are really just that terrible. Turns out I'm horribly lazy and don't actually watch enough movies to make this work, so now I'm going to be even lazier and just post my reviews here over the next few days. This first one, as the title suggests, is about the Shawshank Redemption. Which I thought was about the holocaust until I actually watched it. Seriously.<br />
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For the past 17 years, I had been under the impression that The Shawshank Redemption was a movie about the Holocaust. Apparently, because Shindler's List and The Shawshank Redeption both came out about the same year and I was only 9 at the time, I've been confused my entire life. How I was never corrected is incredible, but I must've always been with other ingrates who had never seen the movie either. Fortunately, I recently corrected the error of my ways.<br />
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There are some movies that are "classics" that I make a point to watch and are ultimately disappointed. Citizen Kane is probably the best example of this. Maybe I'm not cultured enough or don't understand cinematography, but I literally fell asleep watching Citizen Kane and the only reason I watched it in the first place is because I never understood what the hell my dad was talking about when he always said "Rosebud". (SPOILER ALERT: It's a freaking sled.)That being said, I was a bit reluctant to watch The Shawshank Redemption because most things that people constantly say are awesome aren't actually that awesome, they just don't want to be an outcast and say it sucks.<br />
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Luckily, The Shawshank Redemption IS that awesome and my belief in "classics" is restored!<br />
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So, this movie, it turns out, takes place in a prison. Not Nazi Germany. And the premise is that a successful banker is incorrectly accused of killing his cheating wife and he is sent to prison. All of the normal prison movie things that you think would happen, do happen. However, this is one of the few movies out there where things actually go the way you want them to go. It's awesome. Bad guys get beat downs and good guys get beer. I'm assuming I'm the only person left in America who had never seen this movie, so I won't bore you with the details.<br />
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I will just say that if you haven't seen The Shawshank Redemption (one of the 1% of Americans left), go find one of those old fashioned "movie stores" and rent it. Like now. (To those of you who don't know what a "movie store" is, it's this place where people used to go to borrow VHS(tapes) movies for certain period of time. You had to leave your couch to get movies and sometimes they were out of whatever it was you went to get! It was horrible!) You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll love Morgan Freeman even more than you already do(should).cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-91465131541964667302012-01-09T14:06:00.000-08:002012-01-09T14:06:49.936-08:00Everyone Should Have Siblings This Obnoxious and Awesome!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7UJYijAQh4tE1KiuUHhyba7wFhMFoGR_fSwjiq5S-i5TSVMICUhqUVrWJRkHDhfYaCVKo04x8_o975Kp1JN2LgT80n0szafXCNWnWv-f6p5QYaUzMhqMKH87Xtez9ZPR2lVdz8A42b0_K/s1600/CIMG0993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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Atlanta is a HUGE city. Way bigger than anywhere I've ever lived before (Kansas City, Missouri, Kirksville, Missouri, Charlotte, North Carolina), well, except for that 6 year stint I had previously in Atlanta, but I don't think it counts if you were pooping your pants for at least 2 of those years. (Unless it was during college and you have a bad habit while drinking) I was actually born in Atlanta and went to Kindergarten there, but I don't think that counts as actually "living" somewhere since I probably never ventured outside of the 20 mile radius of where I was born and lived. Needless to say, there is some crazy shit going on in that town. From "Occupy Atlanta" protesters camping out in front of a run down house in a bad part of town, to a homeless dude, ahem, "touching" himself in broad daylight on the sidewalks, to finding out that someone got shot outside of a bar I was at just a few months prior. All totally awesome. <br />
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This past weekend during a marathon apartment hunt, however, I came across another kind of crazy. An awesome kind of crazy.<br />
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How awesome is that?! Granted, it was in kind of a weird location right across from a bunch of train tracks on a road that not many people were on, but it's still awesome! I mean, of course there's always a chance that his brother lives in his basement and is a real jerk and he's just trying to get him out, but that's still pretty darn cool. That sign itself would've cost $100!<br />
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The economy is still a little rough, but it's good to see that people are taking a creative approach to find a job. Not to mention, what an awesome brother (or sister, I suppose). It's the little things like this that make me laugh a little and see the bright spot in humanity. I believe that people are, in general, good, and this is just proof of that.<br />
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Need more proof? My sister is also awesome. Just look at this incredible Christmas gift I received!<br />
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Siblings...for the first 18 years of your life you want to stab them and then they give you awesome gifts. Sweet.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-73319846588097652542012-01-03T14:11:00.000-08:002012-01-03T14:12:03.367-08:00I'm Crafty as F***<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XLpYQd1UFcXU09DI2wKh_KwLJRbdQUNZaAQ5MK6rIMD-DBrLeVWMe1_n19Cc86jXZzVywvNbIHkOuEYJoEcjH5edUW4CBKoDk1bkWA68LQ6-nYqp8JRKQMrRxB-hx6dvgCBDLvypY3Ts/s1600/wreath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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I was originally inspired by this pin on Pinterest for a heart-shaped, red felt wreath for Valentine's day made out of hundreds of red felt circles, pinned onto a foam wreath from <a href="http://theidearoom.blogspot.com/">theidearoom.blogspot.com</a>. <br />
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</tbody></table>I thought this little wreath would be so cute and set off to Michael's to supply-up! I found the push pins and red felt with no trouble, but had some difficulty finding the heart shaped foam base for the project. I ended up deciding to just go with a circle and figured I'd hang a cool sparkly heart in the middle of it. However, my luck changed when I was in the pre-packaged-fabric aisle (because my Michael's doesn't have fabric by the yard, but does have a stupendous selection of 2-3 yard segments) and came across an awesome khaki colored, loose-weave cotton. I decided that the heart was just not meant to be, but a cool, khaki colored circle wreath was definitely in the cards!<br />
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My total supplies ended up being:<br />
1 foam circle wreath base (I have no idea what the official title is, nor do I know how large it is. Maybe 14"?)<br />
2 yards of khaki colored cotton fabric (probably could've used 2.5-3 yards, but was too lazy to go get more fabric)<br />
1 pack of 240 ball-topped push pins<br />
1 ft. cream colored ribbon<br />
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I started by tracing a shit-load of circles onto the fabric (that I had folded and then folded again, so I got 4 circles for everyone that I traced and cut out. You could probably fold it more if you had badass scissors.) In total, I would guess that I probably had somewhere in the neighborhood of 200 circles, but it might have been more like 175 based on how many of the pins were left. Sorry, I lost count at 108...<br />
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You start by taking one of the circles and folding it in half. Then in half again so it looks like a little cone. Sorry, no pics. I was too busy cutting out damn near 200 circles and pinning them onto a freaking foam circle. <br />
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Then you take your little cone with the curly edges and pin the point side onto the wreath leaving the curly edges sticking up. You kind of have to play around with how many you put and where, but eventually it starts to take shape. I started by putting WAY too many, but was able to move them around to be a bit more conservative with my circle usage (basically because I ran out of circles with 1/4 of it left to cover. Oops.) <br />
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Keep making millions (slight exaggeration) of folded circles pinned onto the wreath until it's totally covered. Like this:<br />
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</tbody></table>I tied some cream ribbon around it so I could hang it on my door, but you could, obviously, do whatever the F you want. I had planned on putting a blue felt flower on it, but really liked it just plain like that, so I held off. Our front door happens to also be cream/khaki so it doesn't exactly "POP", but I think it still looks pretty darn cool and will look even cooler when I finally have a colored door.<br />
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If anybody makes one of these, I'd LOVE to see it, so please shoot me a link! Or, if you have any suggestions or ways to jazz them up, let me know and I can include it in this blog.<br />
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Happy crafting and happy pinning!!!cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-35969248389517955572012-01-03T11:35:00.000-08:002012-01-03T11:35:50.962-08:00No, I'm Not Getting Paid for This... But I Wish I Were<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJHo2-lDveC-cAH8hfCgatZhkXyau__QJaDbDjPyeF_LRCZLI7Bmqy3YT59z-wctTgYZuTYFN_XJaJRttEbfpTkIPzMkvprzNg5higHWRX4auKZWSb2wIjHLQrz009ugV_PWt856dVa_h/s1600/sheets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>I'm one of those people who <i>loves </i>to tell other people how awesome things are; from hair stylists, to shoe stores, to restaurants, to just about anything I use. I'm a Yelp! Elite member and get satisfaction from writing reviews for other people to check out. I literally won't go anywhere without first reading reviews, hotels, restaurants, anything. <br />
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Recently I discovered this new product called "<a href="http://www.takeasheet.com/" target="_blank">Sheets: Energy Strips</a>". Honestly, I think the name is totally stupid, but I think the product is awesome. It's basically a Red Bull in a strip, but with only 2.5 calories per strip. I cannot live without caffeine. I probably drink 2-4 cups in the morning and am searching for a pick-me-up around 2pm every day. Sometimes it's an energy drink, sometimes it's more coffee, sometimes it's a soda, whatever's around, really. I came across these "<a href="http://www.takeasheet.com/" target="_blank">Sheets</a>" at Walgreens the other day during an abnormally long line and decided to grab a box. I think they were about $5 for 10 strips, not cheap, but a lot cheaper than 10 cans of Red Bull or Rockstar. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SHEETS, BITCHES!!!<br />
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</tbody></table>They dissolve in about 30 seconds and leave a vague berry/minty taste. You can taste the bitterness of the caffeine a bit, but overall it's not too pungent. You really do get an instant energy boost (probably thanks to the caffeine being directly absorbed by your tongue and gums) and it seems to last for a while.<br />
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Although this post has nothing to do with anything that I normally write about, I had to share my latest find because it's that awesome. And because I'm all jacked up on Sheets and had to use my energy to tell the world about them! God speed Sheets eaters!cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-8003724692446552612011-12-29T13:26:00.000-08:002011-12-29T13:36:31.244-08:00Airlines: They Will Always Try to F You; One Way or AnotherI hate flying. Not because I'm scared, or have horrible anxiety about it, or fear we're going to crash; it's everything else. From the parking to the getting tickets/checking bags/changing flights/delays/other ticketing counter related BS to security to waiting to being wedged into a seat. It's all totally miserable to me. Unfortunately, on a recent trip back home for Christmas basically everything irritating about flying that can happen, did.<br />
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Our <i>awesome</i> flight experience began when we were about to walk out the door of our home to go to the airport and I get a text from <a href="http://www.orbitz.com/" target="_blank">Orbitz</a> (God bless them for sending these wonderful updates!) notifying me that our flight is delayed. An hour. Our layover in Atlanta is one hour 35 minutes. When we get to the airport to check in, the lady at the counter informs us that they don't start re-booking flights until your layover time is LESS than 30 minutes. I don't know if you've ever been through the Atlanta airport, but it's massive and crowded and filled with stupid people. 35 minutes means a marathon sprint from one end to another to <i>barely </i>make the boarding time. Fortunately, the lady at the ticketing counter is extremely nice and helpful (must've been filled with the Christmas spirit...or thought my dog was cute), otherwise I probably would have lost my mind when she tells us we have the last flight out of Atlanta and if we miss it, we can't leave until the following morning. We decide to chance it, and move on to the security line.<br />
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Fortunately, our flights were late enough that there were, literally, 12 people in line. It was incredible. Possibly one of the only times in my life (except in the KC airport) that security was a breeze. I was shocked, however, at the woman who had to step aside to scour her purse for her ID. Are there still people out there who don't understand the process? Like, she didn't know she would need that and prepare during her 5-10 minutes wait in line? It's baffling to me. I really think they should put signs along the line saying "PREPARE TO PRESENT YOUR ID AND TICKET" just so people remember.<br />
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We got to the gate plenty early, had a super healthy dinner or Cheez-it mix, trail mix, water and Naked juice, and got to listen to an older man SCREAM into his phone for about 30 minutes. Phones should be prohibited in the gate area. No one ever has a normal conversation and usually are just wasting time for the sake of wasting time (like the girl on our way back who was just calling everyone she could think of, speaking loudly about how she was at the airport and got to only see some of her friends during her trip because it was so short, but got everything she wanted for Christmas so she was happy. I shouldn't know these details, but I do because she was speaking to loudly in a confined area).<br />
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We finally board our flight, over an hour after its scheduled departure, and proceed to sit on the tarmac for over 30 minutes. For no reason. Well, I'm sure there was a reason, but it felt like an awfully long time when our next flight was scheduled to take off at our new expected landing time. The rest of our trip out was relatively boring and uneventful. Our flight out of Atlanta ended up being delayed as well, so our sprint from D to A in the wonderful Atlanta airport turned out to mostly just be for sport...although we were the last people to board the plane. Literally.<br />
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We spent a wonderful time with family and friends, received way too many gifts, ate way too much food and drank way too many adult beverages. It seemed as soon as it started, it was time for the joy of the airport to start all over again.<br />
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We booked our tickets months in advance and just expected them to be ready to go. Silly us. When we get to the ticketing counter, my fiancé was informed that they did not have him on the flight from Kansas City to Atlanta. WTF? It took a supervisor and about 15 minutes to finally get that straightened out, but was one of those things that just gets me about airlines. How does that happen? How is it possible? I just don't get it...<br />
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The Kansas City airport, if you've never been there, is an absolute <i>dream</i> to get through in terms of security. Sure, if you get stranded or miss your flight it's pretty terrible due to the lack of entertainment, food options, or proximity to anything worthwhile, but it's definitely the fastest airport I've ever been through. Breeze right through, everyone tells me how cute my dog is (yes, I travel with my dog sometimes... I don't trust strangers to take care of him for long periods of time due to his back condition). Aside from the loud/pointless talker, KC was mostly smooth sailing from there.<br />
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We arrive in Atlanta plenty early, and even had time for an ice cream cone (dinner of champions). My fiancé and I like to wait until the very last boarding call to get on planes so we're not those weirdos just standing and waiting forever. As some of the last people to board, we always get a great preview of our seatmates, which is not always the best thing...<br />
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This particular flight was quite undersold, so we assumed we'd be able to change seats and sit by one another and have enough room for the dog to be comfortable in front of us instead of being shoved under the seat. We were wrong. The seats on this particular flight were the 3-2 arrangement, with three on one side and two on the other. I was unfortunate enough to get a window seat on the 2 side; the smallest on the plane. I was also unfortunate enough to get the seat next to a 6'6" 400+ man who, quite literally, took up a seat and a half. Half of my seat. Although he apologized when I first sat down ("Sorry for the crowd, ma'am" because we were touching the entire time. And I hate people touching me anyway, even people I know.) it was still an incredibly uncomfortable situation. The flight attendants assured us that once everyone was boarded people would be able to change seats, which was super exciting given the fact that there were a number of empty seats all over the plane. Take-off came and went without anyone being allowed to change seats. I was stuck for the next 34 minutes of the flight and however long it took to taxi in and let us off. Of course, I'm not the classiest broad, so I snuck a picture of my seatmate (literally, MY seat mate).<br />
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This situation really bothered me. Not just because I was EXTREMELY uncomfortable, but also because it's just not fair. Why do I have to pay $25 each way for a 50 lbs. bag, $125 each way for my 15 lbs. dog, AND a regularly priced ticket when all of those things combined still weigh about half of what my seatmate weighed? It costs me almost $1000 to fly round-trip with a checked bag and a dog, but still costs the airline less than the man I had to share a seat with. I know paying by the pound is totally illogical logistically and would really piss some people off, but wouldn't it just make more sense? A heavier plane costs more to fly due to higher fuel costs. A heavier bag makes the plane heavier and I have to pay for that (and have), so why isn't a heavier person taken into consideration in the same way and made to pay higher prices? It's not my fault that people in America, in general, weigh more than they did 10 years ago, so why should I have to pay to make up the difference in fuel costs? <br />
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Flying will always be a pain the ass. There's nothing around that, but can't they at least <i>try </i>to make it a little less of a pain in the ass? Can I please bring full sized shampoo onto the plane with me? I mean, I can check it, what's the difference? And can I please stop having to take off my shoes and coat and/or sweater? I prefer to be fully clothed in public. Of course there's nothing I can do about any of these things except complain on my blog, but why can't airlines just make logical decisions? If any other type of company provided service like this, they'd go bankrupt! ...oh wait.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-67272104483670223682011-12-21T13:01:00.000-08:002011-12-21T13:02:25.373-08:00Stupidity is Running Rampant in Bathrooms Across AmericaI'm never really shocked by the stupidity in America, but I have to admit sometimes I have to shake my head at things I see.<br />
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About a week ago, one of the toilet paper holders in a stall in my office bathroom broke and fell on the floor. A few days after that, it was placed on the counter by the sinks. A few days after that, a brand new, stainless steel automatic paper towel dispenser was installed in said bathroom. The toilet paper holder remained in the exact same place on the counter by the sinks. Someone who maintains the property came into the bathroom, installed the new-fandangled wave-your-hand-in-front-of-the-thing-for-paper-towels-dispenser, but conveniently left the toilet paper holder sitting on the counter. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exhibit #1 - Holder on the counter beside double-fold paper towels from the former dispenser.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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After my confusion in my office bathroom, I really thought the worst of the bathroom stupidity was over. But I was wrong.<br />
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A recent trip into a McAllister's deli proved that America IS getting dumber and there was nothing we could do about it. Amazingly, there was the EXACT model of automatic paper towel dispenser in the restroom at McAllister's as there is in my office. Except at McAllister's, it has this sign...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, that says "Wave your hand in front of dispenser; Not below" - Directly above what is <i>clearly </i>the sensor to engage the dispenser for towels.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I didn't realize we needed such explicit instructions on how to use an automatic paper towel dispenser, but apparently, we do. My real question is, who was the person to cause such a ruckus about it that necessitated a sign!? <br />
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All I'm asking Santa for this year is a little sanity and a 20 point IQ increase for all Americans.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-48850005251674562682011-12-09T08:19:00.000-08:002011-12-09T08:19:57.839-08:00Ooooh Craigslist...Ever see posts on Craigslist and wonder WTF the poster was thinking? I do. Pretty much every time I have to find something on Craigslist. My finacé and I are moving to Atlanta next year and have begun the obligatory apartment/condo/house search so I've been on Craigslist quite a bit lately. Today I decided to venture out of the housing section and move on to the always fun "Everything Else That Craigslist Has to Offer".<br />
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The first gem I came across was:<br />
<i>"pick up a free pumpkin ...hate to throw in trash...not rotten...maybe-25-30 lbs</i>" with this photo:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtwqQCi-GJPYdske-sFTjKd1D3oEN3u5nyAA8Sf1ZqMFJMPMfLiQ208L5CVG0kQjsvb9ggCA0GXTz6oUDQ9lpzUrzDpMhcXaujK3ne5779wpRNqXHmo1vQvTyKMtTzqkzmdRJNY6HOY9cL/s1600/pumpkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtwqQCi-GJPYdske-sFTjKd1D3oEN3u5nyAA8Sf1ZqMFJMPMfLiQ208L5CVG0kQjsvb9ggCA0GXTz6oUDQ9lpzUrzDpMhcXaujK3ne5779wpRNqXHmo1vQvTyKMtTzqkzmdRJNY6HOY9cL/s1600/pumpkin.jpg" /> </a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Seriously, folks? A free....pumpkin? AND you want someone to come pick it up? Is it really bothering you THAT much that you have to have someone come take it? And 25-30 pounds? Really? That DOG doesn't weigh 25-30 pounds. I have three rotten pumpkins on my back porch if anyone is interested. They're free, but you'll have to come pick them up.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next post I came across was this one:<br />
"<i>Husband passed - has no need of these now (These are left over from an injury several years ago.)<br />
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Mostly full box of 100 McKesson Medi-Pak Performance Non-Adherent Sterile Pads - 3"x4"</i> <i><br />
19 McKesson Combine ABD Pads - 5"x9"<br />
unopened package (200) McKesson Non-Woven Sponges - 4"x4", 4 ply<br />
unopened package (10) Kendall Curity Gauze Sponges - 4"x4". 12 ply<br />
unopened 4"x4 yd Dermacea Low Ply Bandage Roll - 3 ply"</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Granted, that is extremely sad that her husband passed away. But "has no need of these now"? Are you sure? Because he might still want them. He might become a zombie and THEN what will you do!? People need to be prepared for the zombie apocalypse and this lady is just giving up on preparedness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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The third awesome free Craigslist posting I came across was for:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <i>"12 Misc VHS tapes"</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"Mostly exercise related like Windsor Pilates, Callanetics, The Firm, Tae Boxing. They are in good condition, worked fine the last time we used them."</i></div>Wow. FOR FREE?! I smell a bargain. Do people even still have tape players? Can you still purchase a tape player? What are the chances there's a "special" VHS amongst Windsor Pilates? Because that could probably make this lot a lot more attractive to the people who are trolling the free section on Craigslist.<br />
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Like farting?:<br />
<i>"11 cans of beans"<br />
"kidney beans<br />
chick peas<br />
garbanzo beans<br />
black beans<br />
all purchased within the last 2 months, we just don't eat them that often."</i> <br />
Why would you purchase them if you don't eat them? And why wouldn't you just take them to a food bank? This post really confuses me. Why wouldn't you just keep them in the event you might want to eat them in the next, I don't know, 5 years? Possibly keep them for the zombie apocalypse?? I'm really starting to believe the people on Craigslist don't even care about the zombie apocalypse.<br />
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Somebody must've gotten in trouble:<br />
<i>"Stuffed Animals"<br />
"Kobuk the Husky Dog and Lambie the Puppet. <br />
Used in excellent condition. </i> <i><br />
Pick up, please."</i> <br />
I don't know who Kobuk OR Lambie are, but I feel like there is a child in Atlanta who is SUPER pissed right now.<br />
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I see the Gideons have taken to Craigslist....:<br />
<i>"FREE BIBLE...NEVER USED"</i><br />
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Take my crappy old furniture, please!:<br />
<i>"Well worn recliner"<br />
"Tan colored and large size 10 years old and well worn. It reclines fine, the main problem is the padding and all in the seat have gone flat. Also, there are two bolts that fell out of the cross brace underneath it, so it has a slight side motion sometimes, although that part should be easy to fix. Has a rip in the fabric, see picture #2."</i><br />
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A true salesperson created that write up of this dream boat of a recliner. "I have a really shitty recliner that my wife is tired of looking at. Please come pick it up so she doesn't divorce me". That would've been a lot better sales pitch.<br />
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Now THIS is a post!:<br />
<i>"HUGE jetted marble tub"<br />
"THE RULES:<br />
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1) You must remove it, without damaging the house. House is being renovated, but you must pay for damage beyond the current state. All at your risk. This thing is about 400 pounds of thick cultured marble, so bring 6 + people and a huge truck. It is on the second floor, up some stairs, with a sharp turn. All egos aside, if you don't have some serious equipment and burly help, please stay away.<br />
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2) you must sign a release. This thing nearly broke my fingers yesterday & bent a flat bar.<br />
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Thanks to spammers, emails will not be answered. First come, first served. <br />
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Call today, or this opulent masterpiece gets the jackhammer. "</i> <br />
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Honesty is the best policy. And this post is brutally honest. I love it.<br />
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Somebody's been busy:<br />
<i>"Wine Bottles"<br />
"I have about 30 empty wine bottles. They could be used for crafts or wine making. If anyone is interested in using them let me know. I am going to put them in the recycling bin at the end of the week if no one want's them."</i><br />
THIRTY?! The real question is, if you didn't drink all of them in just a few days, why are you hoarding wine bottle?<br />
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Oh. God.:<br />
<i>"Syringe/Livestock"<br />
"box of syringes with 20g needles for your livestock/animals"</i><br />
Who wouldn't trust syringes you got for free on Craigslist?!<br />
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Really?:<br />
<i>"A Pair of Glasses"<br />
"I Have A Pair Of Glasses I Am Giving Away."</i><br />
Good thing everyone needs the exact same pair of glasses<br />
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I have a feeling this post could go on forever, so I'll spare you. These were just a few of my favorites from the last couple of days. I do have to admit I gave away a couch on Craigslist once and it was awesome. I referred to the couch as a "Sexy Couch" (because it was absolutely heinous and I had no idea who would possibly want it) and the lady who ended up coming to get it referred to it as the "Sexy Couch" in every email. It was awesome. She also emailed me every time at like 3am and had an email address about Jesus and then added me to her Christian newsletter email blast. But she took the couch and it was awesome!cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-84523771568772016572011-12-08T07:40:00.000-08:002011-12-08T07:51:30.497-08:00My Dog is a HippieRecently, my dog was diagnosed with a pretty common back disorder called Intervertebral Disc Disease. The standard treatment for this is strict caged rest (must be penned/kenneled 24 hours a day, except to go outside) and, eventually, a costly surgery. <br />
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As with most dog owners, my dog is more than just my pet, he's my buddy. My furry child. He was a rescue dog and shows his gratitude to us everyday with tail wags and the happiest disposition of any dog ever. Not to mention, he's cute as shit. No, seriously, look.<br />
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Anyway, obviously he is awesome enough to warrant doing whatever we can to make sure he's a happy and healthy little thing. After a couple different "episodes" where he really had some trouble with his back, I decided it was time to find out our realistic options. They were as follows: Keep your dog caged forever and on strong pain meds or surgery that can cost up to $10,000 and might or might not cure the issue and could potentially leave your dog paralyzed. I didn't like either of those options, really, so the research weirdo in me came out. I research everything, literally everything, before I make a decision. Restaurants, neighborhoods, phones, food, shoes, doctors, cars, even flowers. Anything that I can research before I take action, I do. Fortunately, this is one of those things that makes sense to research and there was a lot of material on the subject. It seemed that every website had two different options: medical and surgical. The medical options included pretty much everything we were already doing and they didn't seem to be doing a whole lot to cure the cause. Then I started coming across websites that strongly recommended veterinary acupuncture. Yes, seriously. The more I researched it, the stronger the evidence that acupuncture is one of the most successful treatments for IVDD. I was sold. I asked our vet for her opinion and she offered an emphatic, "Go for it! And let me know how it goes!" Apparently she had been looking for a good homeopathic vet for her own animals and was hoping we would be a guinea pig for her! About an hour after that appointment, our vet called with a referral from another doctor in our usual clinic for a vet that offered acupuncture and a more holistic, eastern approach to veterinary medicine. I made an appointment immediately.<br />
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We arrived at the clinic and were quickly taken to the scale to weigh the little guy (which he promptly peed on, awesome) and then to the exam room. After some questions with the vet tech, our "hippie vet" (as I'll call her for ease of reference) came in and asked some more questions, looked at the forms I had filled out and started checking out the little guy. I'm pretty sure he thought it was just a massage and went along with it pretty well. We talked about what Chinese sign we thought he was (she thinks he's a fire because he's feisty and wants attention, I think he's an earth because he's loyal and will do anything to please me and his dad, yes, this was an actual conversation about my dog) and where he might have chi stagnation based on his pain and diagnosis and what Chinese herbs might be helpful to be able to get him off the heavy standard prescriptions he was on. And I asked about surgery. She noted that if a dog can still walk and act like a freak like mine, surgery should be a last resort. Man, was I relieved. After about 20 minutes of preliminary checking, "hippie vet" went and got her acupuncture needles and started working.<br />
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They start with a point on the head in between the ears called the "Sedation Point", which is exactly what is sounds like, just sedates the little guy a bit for the rest of the procedure. Then she went to town. Apparently I'm terrible at holding my dog down so someone can put needles in him that he totally doesn't want, so after about 5 attempts to put in the third or fourth one, they took him into the back so a nurse could help her. According to "hippie vet" I was distracting and he did great once he was out of the room with me. She brought him back to me with about 15 needles in all in different parts of his body. Quite a few in his back where the pain and issues are and a few in his legs for balancing points and other notable places in Chinese medicine that I don't remember what they're called. He literally laid down at my feet and it was like he was taking a nap!<br />
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You can see a couple of the needles in his black fur if you look REEEAAALLLYYY closely. I'll also point out that my little guy has NEVER, ever since we've had him, laid down with his back legs under him like that (aka like a normal dog). He always laid with them splayed out on the sides of him, which people would always remark on. I never thought anything of it, but now it makes a lot of sense. At that point, I was a believer in acupuncture. One treatment and he's already showing progress just in that one small thing.<br />
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The vet and vet tech both noted that he would probably just crash once we got home. Of course, once we got there, I realized the vet was right. He is a fire. Instead of passing out, he started trying to do laps around the house and stalk and tackle his toys. My little guy was back. Of course, one of the things medical journals will note is that when a dog starts feeling better from acupuncture they'll start acting like a maniac because they feel so much better, which is precisely when you have to get them back on lock down so they can actually heal. Remorsefully, I put him back in his play pen (yes, we keep him in a play pen for his caged rest) and he eventually settled down.<br />
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One treatment in and the little guy is already showing progress. I'm sure he'll still have his bad days down the road, but hearing the good news about probably not needing surgery for a while, if at all, was definitely a positive. He'll start on his Chinese herbs next week as we phase out the strong prescriptions and hope to have the old Doodle back in no time! <br />
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I highly recommend acupuncture as a relatively inexpensive treatment for almost any "major" malady in a pet (our treatments are about $60 each and we will need 8-10. This is compared to major surgery which would include two $2,000 MRIs and a surgery that can range anywhere from $1500 - $4000) . Granted, we're only one treatment in of 8-10 and possibly more in the future, but the holistic approach to the pet's well-being is something you won't find anywhere else. Will a holistic vet immediately force you to take your dog off drugs? Never. Will they force you to never do surgery? Absolutely not. They just consider the animal as a whole and consider internal problems that can be solved to fix the underlying issue. I hope that as we go along with his weekly/semi-weekly treatments we will be able to have a normal dog again soon. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*If you live in Charlotte, Animal Medical Hospital is a wonderful place where everyone seems to have a genuine interest in the well-being of your pet. </i></span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">** I apologize that this was not a normal post in line with the rest of the blog, I just really wanted to share the benefits of holistic veterinary medicine from a personal perspective. I know a lot of people won't agree with this post, but it's something I really believe in.</span></i>cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-85788542286238531462011-12-06T11:49:00.000-08:002011-12-06T11:49:00.122-08:00The World is Ending and I Have ProofIn case you didn't know yet, the world is ending. It has nothing to do with 2012 or cults or aliens, though. It has to do with Snooki. And The Situation. And even the beloved Pauly D. The entire Jersey Shore cast has forsaken us to doom by becoming Christmas ornaments.<br />
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I came across these Christmas monstrosities at my local CVS one evening and almost vomited in my mouth. Seriously? This is what the world is coming to? I don't really mind the non-Christmas Christmas ornaments that depict pop culture icons like "I Love Lucy" or Elvis or even the ones with football players on them because even some football players have notable talents or skills, but Jersey Shore? Seriously? This is who people want hanging on their trees? No names who became "famous" by acting like drunken idiots and putting a bad name with an entire group of people? Awesome.<br />
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I have to admit that if I were still in college (and drinking heavily) I would probably purchase the whole lot just to make a White Trash Christmas Tree; complete with the entire cast of Jersey Shore, some Natty Light beer cans strung up, strands of lights that flash and only partially work, possibly even some used cigarette butt garland. I think that's a tree that I could really be "proud" of, but it seems like one of those things where you really have to go full steam, or not at all. One Snooki ornament could be enough to ruin an entire tree.<br />
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It seems that every year Christmas gets further and further from the point and closer and closer to the end of the world. The Jersey Shore ornaments are just the first sign that we're doomed. What's next, big box electronics retailers making fun of Santa in their commercials?! Uh oh....cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-79198546320422520472011-11-30T14:34:00.000-08:002011-11-30T14:34:07.553-08:00Cool Jobs are Cool: Part 2My other recruiter just came into my office to as some ridiculous question about something boring and work related.<br />
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And then showed me his Steelers socks (because we had to have a serious conversation about not wearing short, athletic socks in the office when someone important is here for a visit about a month ago, so we have impromptu sock checks, I guess). Apparently, they're thermal. Because it's "cold". It's, like, 55. And it's almost December. It's not "cold".<br />
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And then he explained to me how Charlotte winters are awesome because if it's warm in the evening you can have a bon fire.<br />
Me: Is it like a hobo fire? Because your socks look like hobo socks.<br />
Guy: No, it's in an upscale neighborhood at my friend's house.<br />
Me: Is your friend's house made of cardboard and dirt?<br />
Guy: No, it's in <i>Upscale Neighborhood X.</i> (All uppity-like)<br />
Me: So? That doesn't mean it's not a cardboard "house". I mean, they have a hobo fire, after all.<br />
Guy: <i>It's not a hobo fire. It's in a fire pit. I have a fire pit for my deck at my apartment too</i>. <i>They're very nice.</i> (getting very angry and cocky about his alleged fancy fire pit)<br />
Me: Well, that's just illegal.<br />
Guy: Touché.<br />
Me: Have fun at your hobo fire tonight.<br />
Guy: *eye roll*<br />
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I'm such an awesome boss...cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-56705005282126427762011-11-30T13:50:00.000-08:002011-11-30T13:50:31.434-08:00Cool Jobs are CoolI have a cool job. I'm in staffing. It's way more awesome than it sounds, trust me.<br />
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For example, one of my recruiters just came in my office and said, "Can I ask you about felonies?"<br />
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Legitimate question, funny out of context.<br />
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The question continued with, "Well, this candidate has a felony from 24 years ago. Is that ok?"<br />
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To which I replied, "Sure. I was pooping my pants 24 years ago, and I don't want anyone holding that over my head, either."cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-82790570305244570322011-11-30T07:51:00.000-08:002011-11-30T07:51:29.749-08:00Lunch?As some of you (hopefully not many though because I get anxiety when I think about people I actually <i>know</i> reading any of this) already know, I recently got engaged to my longtime beau after years of trickery. He really has no idea what he's getting himself into. Although he has read my blog...so maybe he does. As we all know, your wedding day is pretty much the best you're going to look in all of your adult life and requires much pain and torture to get back to your 20-year-old-fighting-weight. This realization hit me the night of our engagement when I decided my arm looked obese in every photo we tried to take. Because of this realization, I have started a year and a half quest to get back down to my fighting weight and relinquish fat arm pictures to 10 years from now where they belong.<br />
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So far, this quest has not been easy. I have decided to take the traditional route of "eating healthy and working out". Thanksgiving really got me off to a great start on that, too, when I gained 5 pounds in 5 days. A true success...<a href="http://oddculture.com/weird-news-stories/the-fat-fiancees-of-africa/" target="_blank">if I were getting married in Uganda</a>. Any woman in America knows about Lean Cuisine and I have really tried to stick to these for my lunches. It is, indeed, "lean"; however, I'm not yet sold on the idea of it being "cuisine". I've probably eaten 200 Lean Cuisines in my life and have never enjoyed one. But I keep eating them in hopes they will make me look like the aforementioned Barbies below for at least one day. Recently, I decided to really indulge myself and go with the cheese ravioli Lean Cuisine. The photo looks so luscious and wonderful on the box, what with the herbed ricotta filling and all. And then you make it in real life (although I use the term "make" pretty loosely, since you just put it in the microwave for, like, 4 minutes) and it looks like this:<br />
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SIX raviolis. <i>SIX</i>. And all six of them taste like cardboard. No wonder you can lose weight eating the damn things. Not only is there hardly a bite of food in the tray, but it tastes like the box it came in, possibly worse. <br />
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Although I know the end results will be worth it and I'll be so glad my upper arms don't look fat in all of my wedding photos so I won't have to obsess about it for the next 50+ years, the road to fitness is a real bitch. <br />
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Goodbye forever, Taco Bell... Well, at least for the next year and a half.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-38331707830839684652011-11-23T06:16:00.000-08:002011-11-23T06:16:55.957-08:00Real Products... That are REALLY Funny<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHvGf3M_a53B539st1YY66BqWBg6uox5UePBHTZXUvXri9E90tULtuT0UQpGv4cm1M8OJv2Wc-TVuvNbb-CEcoaWgChtUz_68q15OyIfBan21C_Blv_vn3kwD8lnMVyuVWZD_VP5esi-M/s1600/331379_730796356442_36100968_35837923_950094373_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div>I love things that are funny. And I really get a kick out of things I see in real life that are funny, whether intentionally, or not. Below are a few things that are funny. And real.<br />
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I saw these crackers in my local grocery store and definitely did a double take. Did someone not proofread the name of these crackers? Or were they made by Amish people who don't understand the connotation? Either way, I definitely had a good laugh in the cracker aisle. <br />
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I heard about this miraculous product this morning. It's a bear deodorant protector. I bought two. I was one of the first 100 customers, so I got free shipping, so it's kind of like they paid for themselves. Man, my friend Bear is really going to be excited when she gets one of these for her wedding shower gift! No, really. I'm giving one away as a shower gift. I recommend you do the same. It will bring joy to anyone's life.<br />
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If you've had a baby in the last, however many years, you've probably also seen this product. In case you were wondering where this paste goes, it's not on your hands.<br />
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"Oh, that? No I just have a cut on my hand." Awesome.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-2154261356760081622011-11-23T05:43:00.000-08:002011-11-23T05:43:36.015-08:00When Did Barbie Become Such a Skank?I grew up playing with Barbies. I loved them. You can pretend that you <i>actually</i> have a white Ferrari and a pink horse and a trunk full of sparkly clothes and huge boobs. You can be whatever you want to be when you're playing with Barbies; a doctor, a nurse, a vet, a professor, and a variety of other professions that require advanced degrees. Barbie was the bomb.<br />
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Or so I thought. But seriously, when did Barbie become such a skank?<br />
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Like I've already mentioned, <i>MY</i> Barbie was a doctor, or a bride, or a woman shopping on Rodeo drive in a fantastic pant suit. Who the hell is this?<br />
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I'm really starting to think that <a href="http://www.usatoday.com/money/industries/retail/2002-12-24-pregnant-doll_x.htm" target="_blank">once Midge got pregnant</a> (it was literally a Barbie with a silly putty egg in her belly with a baby in it!), the entire Barbie family had to move to the projects and start turning tricks to make ends meet and buy pampers for Midge's kid. You know, based on this photo. <br />
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Aside from Barbie looking skanky from the dress and hair and make-up, when did they change the Barbie proportions? I remember everyone used to be all up in arms about how busty and hip-y and whatever-y Barbie was, but now she just looks like an anorexic hooker (also read: crack whore). I'd much rather have my hypothetical children playing with a Barbie whose at least got some booty, because lord knows they'll inherit enough of it that they'll need to be comfortable with it and know how fab they can be without not eating.<br />
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I'm sure there are still fantastic Barbie clothes out there and if I were to go to a Toys R Us I'd see that doctor Barbie still exists, but I was really put off by the new version of Barbie. I want old Barbie back. Fortunately, I grew up loving Barbie and that will never change. I blame the real skanks, Bratz Dolls.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-85126798600734005182011-11-23T05:10:00.000-08:002011-11-23T05:10:12.286-08:00I'M A HUGE POWERBALL WINNER!!!!Holy shit ya'll!!! I WON! I seriously won!!! <br />
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I'm terrible about buying Powerball tickets and never checking them...ever. I keep them in my coin compartment in my car and then just forgot about them. But holy shit, today, I finally got them checked. And I won.<br />
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I got my winning ticket and cash and waved it in the air and cheered in the Kangaroo Express! "WOO HOO! I WON!!!!". The only other patron was a guy getting coffee. He looked at me like I was mostly crazy and asked, "Do you really need it?" And I said, "Yes! Of course! I won!" The clerk also looked at me like I was crazy until I informed him that it was the most I've <i>ever</i> won on Powerball.<br />
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After the excitement died down, I took my coffee and my Coke Zero and my $4 winnings and carried on with my life like I hadn't just won on the Powerball. <br />
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Don't worry guys. I won't let it change me.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907487591054050917.post-63029577564453689322011-11-17T13:51:00.000-08:002011-11-17T13:51:13.501-08:00The Case of the Mystery Shoes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFp-_VVgkvu56cywC3T4-bjb7KNKYmKHYX-0N7vmC1aluUvl66toJR1egh003jrtDt-6IAcozGIn2jNS5QCGTYkOoiQgmSMTHXHRokvDgccbXvdZ0EFrUbztw9poblC5PFP_TCtQaQ-12/s1600/CIMG0839+%2528640x479%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFp-_VVgkvu56cywC3T4-bjb7KNKYmKHYX-0N7vmC1aluUvl66toJR1egh003jrtDt-6IAcozGIn2jNS5QCGTYkOoiQgmSMTHXHRokvDgccbXvdZ0EFrUbztw9poblC5PFP_TCtQaQ-12/s1600/CIMG0839+%2528640x479%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFp-_VVgkvu56cywC3T4-bjb7KNKYmKHYX-0N7vmC1aluUvl66toJR1egh003jrtDt-6IAcozGIn2jNS5QCGTYkOoiQgmSMTHXHRokvDgccbXvdZ0EFrUbztw9poblC5PFP_TCtQaQ-12/s1600/CIMG0839+%2528640x479%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>A couple of weeks ago, I discovered a pair of shoes in the community space behind my condo while walking my dog. I have no idea where the shoes came from, but was instantly curious. Who just leaves their shoes?? At the time, I assumed they belonged to one of the guys who was working on a condo who were out on the deck, not wearing shoes. Or that it was a prank and someone would give it up and bring them back. It turns out that those guys do not actually live there, despite them saying "Hello!" to me while I was out there. Twice. A couple days after that, I realized the shoes were STILL there and had to take a picture. When I first saw them, no leaves anywhere. Notice the leaves in the shoes, that's how long they'd been out there.<br />
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Today, they were <i>still there! </i>But had been moved closer to the woods. The weirdest thing is that they're in, generally, the same position, just a different location. I'm assuming the mowers did this, but maybe the person who left the shoes there was just trying to throw us all off, or hide them. I mean, they look awfully comfortable. <br />
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I really am interested to see what happens to these shoes. If you like them, I'd be more than happy to mail them to you. Once they dry. If you know what kind of shoes these are, that would be helpful too in narrowing down which of my neighbors they might belong to.<br />
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Don't worry, I'll keep you posted on the shoes. I know it will keep many of you up at night... Or maybe it's just me.cabram015http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010106494005190272noreply@blogger.com1