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		<title>Animal Attraction</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Von</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[How's about instead of working on that expense report, we spend three minutes giggling over pictures of animals canoodling?  Yeah, I thought so.  (P.S. I am fully aware that humans and chimps are the only animals that truly kiss.  Whatevs.  How cute ar...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>How&#8217;s about instead of working on that expense report, we spend three minutes giggling over pictures of animals canoodling?  Yeah, I thought so.  (P.S. I am fully aware that humans and chimps are the only animals that truly kiss.  Whatevs.  How cute are these photos?!)<span id="more-1603"></span></div>
<p><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://farm1.static.flickr.com/67/195509556_5eedecefc5.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449279360029387442" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5-6tNhrarI/AAAAAAAAC_o/gw5X91S1WmA/s400/kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex><br />
<noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOVUVB-gmBA/ShQxNQXbCvI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/zgrbXyeNL0U/s400/cute-animal-kiss+%283%29.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449278813736335714" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 326px; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5-6NabQ-WI/AAAAAAAAC_g/MX1tJeourMg/s400/kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex></p>
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		<title>Boobs, Ovulation and Lailai cries it out</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shaken Mama</dc:creator>
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		<title>Toddler product reviews: 12+ months</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 11:44:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Stacey</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Now that Cameron is a year old, I thought it was time for another of my period reviews of "must have" items in our household.  I have also reviewed products for 0-6 months and  6-9 monthsBoard booksWe have a good supply of board books in Cameron's play...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now that Cameron is a year old, I thought it was time for another of my period reviews of &laquo;must have&raquo; items in our household.  I have also reviewed products for <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://staceysbloghasgotitgoinon.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-you-didnt-ask-for-my-advice.html" >0-6 months</a></noindex> and  <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://staceysbloghasgotitgoinon.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-products-review-6-9-months.html" >6-9 months<span id="more-1619"></span></a></noindex></p>
<p>Board books<br />
We have a good supply of board books in Cameron&#8217;s play area and up in her room.  As anyone with a toddler knows, they like to destroy things.  Board books are perfect because they are practically indestructible.  Not so the pop up book that barely survived a single &laquo;reading&raquo; with Cameron.  My favorites are the Sandra Boynton ones because they rhyme and don&#8217;t have too many words.  The touch and feel books are still good for this age too.</p>
<p>Swing<br />
We put Cameron in this exactly one time and she immediately started pointing (well, gesturing with her entire hand because she hasn&#8217;t figured out pointing with an index finger yet) at the swing every time she saw it from her bedroom window or if we were out in the yard.  She insists on swinging for at least 15 minutes.  If we try to take her out before those 15 minutes are up then she kicks and cries.  We&#8217;ve been fortunate that physical development melded nicely with the passage of seasons.  It has been perfect swinging weather since we got it.  The one we use is <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.amazon.com/Little-Tikes-Snug-Secure-Swing/dp/B001G92I04/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=baby-products&amp;qid=1270493889&amp;sr=8-2" >Little Tykes</a></noindex> and I got it for $15 from a consignment sale.  It doesn&#8217;t swing completely straight but I blame the installation (trees can be tricky).  If we had a real swing set I would have gotten a <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.bestpricetoys.com/full-bucket-swings-RSFBC-21/" >bucket seat swing</a></noindex>.  We use those at the park and I think that they are much sturdier.</p>
<p>Shoes<br />
I still have some 12-18 month Robeez and that Cameron needs to grow into.  Now that she is cruising all over the place, however, those shoes will probably be relegated to &laquo;indoor&raquo; shoes.  Otherwise Cameron is now enjoying &laquo;real&raquo; shoes.  We did go to Stride Rite and spent more than necessary but hey, it was her first pair of real shoes.  My recommendation is to go velcro.  I have no idea why parents would select ones with laces.  Cameron already likes to unlace things.  Putting temptation on her feet would be too risky.  I was going to get two pairs of shoes for her but I didn&#8217;t want two girlie pairs and the one boy pair I liked was out of stock.  In retrospect I&#8217;m glad we only got one pair.  We&#8217;ll definitely add in sandals into the mix for the late spring/summer.</p>
<p>Hair holders<br />
I have bought more hair accessories for Cameron&#8217;s hair than I have ever had for my own.  I <strong>finally</strong> found the right kind of elastic bands.  I swear by the Scunci brand which is carried by most retailers.  Don&#8217;t go plastic.  They will fall out in 1 minute.  Aside from the tiny elastic bands I also like the clippies and miniature octopus clips Scunci offers.  My trick to styling Cameron&#8217;s hair is to put her in the high chair, give her a handful of Cheerios and go to town.</p>
<p>Suction bowl<br />
Cameron likes to throw her food.  A lot.  One strategy we have employed to combat her willfulness is to present her food in a bowl.  I ordered <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002D41T8S/ref=oss_product" >two of these suction bowls</a></noindex> from Amazon and love them!  One is not enough&#8230;you should definitely get two.  The ones I purchased do a great job of &laquo;sticking&raquo; to the tray.</p>
<p>High chair mat<br />
Continuing with the food theme I also purchased a <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0016XN67E/ref=oss_product" >splat mat</a></noindex>.  Even though we have a dog he is the biggest wimp on the planet and won&#8217;t come far enough into the kitchen to eat the dropped (ahem, thrown) food.  Weirdo.  I&#8217;ll pull the mat up before the cleaning people come through.</p>
<p>Food storage<br />
Toddlers don&#8217;t just love playing with Tupperware, parents love how useful it is for storing leftovers.  I found the <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.rubbermaid.com/Category/Pages/ProductDetail.aspx?CatName=FoodStorage&amp;SubcatId=TakeAlongs&amp;Prod_ID=RP091257" >perfect size</a></noindex> for us to use for extra canned vegetables or fresh fruit.  They also work for the diaper bag with snacks.  My local Harris Teeter carried them.</p>
<p>Snack trap<br />
We have two, one is the original <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.snacktrap.com/Categories.bok?category=Made+For+Mom%3AThe+Snack-Trap" >Snack Trap</a></noindex> and the other is a <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000GB0NZK/ref=pd_luc_bxgy_01_02" >knock off</a></noindex>.  Both work fine but I find that the original Snack Trap has a more flexible plastic on its opening.  It&#8217;s easier for Cameron to get her hand in but it is also easier for her to spill the snack all over the floor.  Or the car seat.  Or the stroller.  Do you sense a theme?</p>
<p><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.buybuybaby.com/product.asp?order_num=1&amp;MC=1&amp;SKU=113475&amp;RN=7063&amp;" >Sippy cup leash</a></noindex><br />
I don&#8217;t have one of these yet but my friend <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://ourcatcherintherye.blogspot.com/" >Amanda</a></noindex> showed hers off while we were at lunch with our munchkins.  I had to keep getting up from my chair and picking up Cameron&#8217;s sippy cup.  So I&#8217;m ordering one ASAP.  Amanda recommends two: one for traveling and one for the high chair.</p>
<p>Sling<br />
Cameron still isn&#8217;t walking on her own and even when she is, it will take her a few months to become a really good walker.  And even then she&#8217;s going to want to be carried quite a bit.  With the summer heat right around the corner I shuddered to think about using the heavy Moby wrap.  Instead I purchased a very inexpensive ring sling from <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.sleepingbaby.net/" >Sleeping Baby Productions</a></noindex>.    I&#8217;m just a few inches over 5 feet and a small works great for us.  It can be a bit awkward to get Cameron in and out by myself but if DH is around it&#8217;s perfect.  I can take most of her weight onto my shoulder rather than my arm.  It&#8217;s more comfortable for both of us and I can carry her for 30+ minutes at a time.  I&#8217;ve even taken her on errands with it because it is so much faster than hauling out the stroller.</p>
<p>Parents of kids over the age of 1&#8230;what else am I missing?  Any other must haves that I need to add to this list?</p>
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		<title>The Smile File</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Von</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Does the title of this post make you  guys throw up in your mouths a  little bit?  Are you cringing and rolling  your eyes a little bit?   Because I certainly am.  I very nearly renamed  this post something  clever/witty/slightly snarky but then the rh...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;">Does the title of this post make you  guys throw up in your mouths a  little bit?  Are you cringing and rolling  your eyes a little bit?   Because I certainly am.  I very nearly renamed  this post something  clever/witty/slightly snarky but then the rhyming  overcame my sense of  self awareness and well, here we are.<span id="more-1604"></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">One of the  benefits to being a  teacher (I mean, besides all the dry erase markers  and luxurious salary  of $2) is that occasionally students make things  for me.  Drawings of  other students picking their noses.  Really  misshapen pictures of  horses that look like clouds.  Notes thanking me  for <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.yesandyes.org/2009/12/christmas-miracle-or-ready-kleenex.html" >helping   bring over their husbands</a></noindex>.</p>
<p>And being a blogger and nearly   professional internet surfer has its benefits as well &#8211; the occasional   kind email from you guys, tear-jerking<noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVNTdWbVBgc" > videos about   Christian the Lion</a></noindex> and <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.threadbombing.com/data/media/20/lol_hedgehog.jpg" >awesome   pictures of hedgehogs.</a></noindex></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday, after my fifth   failed attempt to teach the difference between &laquo;fifty&raquo; and &#8216;&raquo;fifteen,&raquo; I   dug through my emails to find one of the above mentioned kind messages   to get me through the rest of the day.  And it occurred to me that   perhaps <span style="font-weight: bold;">I needed to create a file of   all these feel good things &#8211; the kind emails, the letters from students,   my favorite writing clippings, the postcard from my grandma telling me   how proud she is</span>.  Maybe this would change my mood faster than   processed carbs and butter?</div>
<p><span style="font-weight: bold;">A   few other things I&#8217;d include in my smile file?</span></p>
<p><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7VSZPTrVNI/AAAAAAAADGg/RDN3nTqlJLg/s1600/smilefile.jpg"  onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455357117188494546" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7VSZPTrVNI/AAAAAAAADGg/RDN3nTqlJLg/s400/smilefile.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex><br />
<noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7VQkB-SWtI/AAAAAAAADGY/qeCHqioXTwg/s1600/smilefile.jpg"  onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455355103564421842" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7VQkB-SWtI/AAAAAAAADGY/qeCHqioXTwg/s400/smilefile.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex><br />
<noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7VOSg_UEdI/AAAAAAAADGQ/_Iq26DsMFTM/s1600/smilefile2.jpg"  onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455352603629326802" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7VOSg_UEdI/AAAAAAAADGQ/_Iq26DsMFTM/s400/smilefile2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex><br />
<noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7VMepMuKSI/AAAAAAAADGI/iytoAmjU64k/s1600/smilefile.jpg"  onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455350612968220962" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7VMepMuKSI/AAAAAAAADGI/iytoAmjU64k/s400/smilefile.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex></p>
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What would go in your smile file &#8211; college acceptance letters?  foreign currency? the invoice from your first free lance job?  The ticket stub from your first date?</span></div>
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		<title>Happy birthday!</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 11:50:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Stacey</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For the past 33 years I have shared a birthday with two other amazing women: my sisters, Kristin and Allison. Despite pursuing very different careers and living hundreds of miles apart we are still, and will always be each other's best friends.Happy bi...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For the past 33 years I have shared a birthday with two other amazing women: my sisters, <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.mommyesq.com/" >Kristin</a></noindex> and <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://uncontrolledexperiment.blogspot.com/" >Allison</a></noindex>. Despite pursuing very different careers and living hundreds of miles apart we are still, and will always be each other&#8217;s best friends.<span id="more-1620"></span></p>
<p>Happy birthday, wonderful ladies!</p>
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		<title>Shaken Mama 2010-04-06 06:12:00</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 03:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shaken Mama</dc:creator>
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		<title>Karma Cards!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Von</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Friends, imagine for a moment that it's a cold and overcast Friday night. You've had a tough week at work, those damn Lean Cuisines are neither delicious nor effective, your roomate is PMSing and your cat threw up in your bed. You're taking solace in a...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5pGlPXw-wI/AAAAAAAAC-o/3fRkcymgxEw/s1600-h/you+are+doing+everything+right.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447744304853351170" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 232px; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5pGlPXw-wI/AAAAAAAAC-o/3fRkcymgxEw/s400/you+are+doing+everything+right.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex>Friends, imagine for a moment that it&#8217;s a cold and overcast Friday night. You&#8217;ve had a tough week at work, those damn Lean Cuisines are neither delicious nor effective, your roomate is PMSing and your cat threw up in your bed. You&#8217;re taking solace in aisles of Barnes and Noble and pick up a copy <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.amazon.com/What-Should-Do-My-Life/dp/0345485920/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1268401466&amp;sr=8-1" >What Should I Do With My Life</a></noindex>?<span id="more-1605"></span></p>
<p><strong>From between its pages falls a tiny card with the above image. Wouldn&#8217;t you just about weep? Wouldn&#8217;t you get all &laquo;Universe! I heart you!&raquo;<br />
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Well, I know I would.</p>
<p>So! In an effort to bring a bit of joy and fun and good karma into the world, I am so, so, so excited to introduce you to <em>Yes and Yes&#8217;s</em> newest brain child &#8211; The Karma Card. There are five different cards, each with a message meant to inspire/encourage/light a fire under your derriere.</p>
<div><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5pGf7hiyMI/AAAAAAAAC-g/3lGedYdjuPs/s1600-h/something+strange+and+extravagant.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447744213626308802" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 232px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5pGf7hiyMI/AAAAAAAAC-g/3lGedYdjuPs/s400/something+strange+and+extravagant.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex></p>
<div><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5pGYydg0hI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/4TXd7S5VNOg/s1600-h/get+up+the+nerve.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447744090934399506" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 232px; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5pGYydg0hI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/4TXd7S5VNOg/s400/get+up+the+nerve.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex> <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5pGR1C3p1I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/bygzrqCbpXk/s1600-h/don" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447743971368871762" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 232px; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5pGR1C3p1I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/bygzrqCbpXk/s400/don%27t+put+off+your+happy+life.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex></p>
<div><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5pGJcfuaaI/AAAAAAAAC-I/iE5H22kB5yA/s1600-h/dowhatyousaidyouwould.JPG" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447743827340061090" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 232px; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5pGJcfuaaI/AAAAAAAAC-I/iE5H22kB5yA/s400/dowhatyousaidyouwould.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex></p>
<div>Here&#8217;s the deal!</p>
<p><strong><em>Step 1: Get Your Karma Cards<br />
</em></strong><strong>You can either download the PDF for free <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.mediafire.com/?mitizz1mnom" >here</a></noindex></strong> (because spreading joy should be free, right?)<br />
or<br />
If you can&#8217;t be bothered to find cardstock and a highquality printer (or <strong>you want to support <em>Yes and Yes</em> and like getting mail) you can buy a set of 15 for $6 measly dollars over there on the sidebar</strong>. I will print them up and send them to you in an envelope smothered with kisses</p>
<p><strong><em>Step 2: Spread The Love<br />
</em></strong>Now start paying it forward! <strong>Tuck those cards somewhere that someone will find them</strong>. Ideas?<br />
* inside the bill folder at a restaraunt<br />
* inside a book<br />
* in a bathroom stall at a bar<br />
* under wiper blades<br />
* in bike spokes<br />
* on the window of a bus<br />
* in a random mailbox slot<br />
* in a napkin dispensor</p>
<p><strong><em>Step 3: Document It And Send It To Me</em></strong><br />
Take photos of the places where you&#8217;ve hidden your cards and send them to me at sarah_vonbargen (at) yahoo (dot) come. The <strong>three most creative places will get a the PDF of A Year in Yes, our 2010 calendar! </strong>Will you leave one in the Eiffel tower? On a ship that&#8217;s headed for Antarcica? Some place so awesome I can&#8217;t even think of it right now?</p>
<p><strong>Best of luck and I do hope you like them!</strong></div>
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		<title>How have I lived without you?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 12:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Stacey</dc:creator>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know that I have been sadly remiss in not posting over the past few days.  Tons of errands, hanging out with neighbors and beautiful weather kept me out of the house for most of the weekend.  Cameron and I had quality bonding time on Friday since I had to take the day off as daycare was closed.  She is absolutely loving the great weather we&#8217;ve been enjoying in Charlotte.<span id="more-1621"></span> I realized that I only had a few short sleeved tops for her so a trip to Target was a must.  I ended up getting some shorts too in both 12 and 18 month.  I was just going to get 18 month clothing but the 12 month stuff is still roomy.  My munchkin has definitely slowed down on her growth.</p>
<p>Also on the docket for this past weekend?  Getting my birthday present.  I&#8217;ve been toying with the idea of getting an iPad but I am not an early adopter.  Plus the price point was a little high for me.  Instead DH and I packed up Cameron and went to the AT&amp;T store to get me what I now refer to as &laquo;my precious,&raquo; my kick ass iPhone.  I absolutely love it and have no idea how I juggled a cell phone and iPod before.  Of course it makes sense to have both together!  I got the high end case for it in bright pink.  It was worth the extra $60 buck when you have a toddler.  And bright pink was so that DH knows as he plays with it that it&#8217;s all mine.</p>
<p>The iPhone is super intuitive.  And I am not an intuitive person when it comes to technology.  Ironic considering I work in technology, no?  DH has already uploaded his fantasy baseball application and I added the Weight Watchers point tracker.  The photo quality isn&#8217;t as great as my digital camera but I expected that to be the case.  Plus Cameron is in full on mobility mode so she never sits still for photos any more.</p>
<p>Any other iPhone lovers out there?  Any recommendations for applications that I can download?</p>
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		<title>True Story: My Mom Died When I Was 19</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Von</dc:creator>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5emVzUWiAI/AAAAAAAAC6w/j-fPdpugWDw/s1600-h/mom.JPG" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447005167810938882" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 270px; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S5emVzUWiAI/AAAAAAAAC6w/j-fPdpugWDw/s400/mom.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex><em>This is one of many interviews that make up the True Life series, in which we learn about amazing, intriguing people and the things that they&#8217;ve experienced.  This is the story of <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.artsyfartsyy.blogspot.com/" >Tyler</a></noindex>, whose mom died of ovarian cancer while Tyler was a sophomore in college.<span id="more-1606"></span></em></p>
<div><strong>Tell us about your mom</strong><br />
Can I just say she was the best person ever and be done with this question? My mom was totally a soccer mom, but the cool kind, not the embarrassing kind. One time, when I was little, I was watching Rocko’s Modern Life on Nickelodeon, she came to watch with me for a minute. It was the episode where Rocko has to give a speech in front of a lot of people and they see that he has a giant piece of spinach between his teeth. My mom started laughing so hard she actually fell off the couch. It was delightful.</p>
<p>My mom threw totally awesome birthday parties and always insisted I pick abstract themes like “nature” and “springtime” and “imagination.” She taught me how to use chopsticks and how to tweeze my eyebrows and once sat me down just to discuss the way I drew hands and how to make them more realistic (we were always a very artsy family). She was also a Disney fanatic even as an adult, a trait she definitely passed down to all her children.</p>
<p>My mom was a stay-at-home mom but in the year or so before she got sick, she started a calligraphy business, doing wedding invitations and place cards. This past winter break, I was going through a box in the garage and found one of her calligraphy notebooks, where she’d copy quotes and names and things to practice each typeface. I opened on a page where she had written, “The time to be happy is now. The Place to be happy is here,” and I totally broke down.</p>
<p><strong>How was your relationship with her?<br />
</strong>My mom and I were really close. I was always much more like her than like my dad, so hanging out with her was a bit like hanging out with an older, slightly different version of myself. We always liked to spend our time the same way. We liked interior design and Greek food and musty old bookstores. We used to watch What Not To Wear together and she’d complain her boring khaki’s-and-black-shirt “uniform” but I always liked how she dressed.</p>
<p>When I was in elementary school, sometimes she’d take me to Starbucks in the mornings and get a decaf tall skim latte for herself and steamed milk with vanilla for me and we’d find the comfiest chairs and sit together, reading the newspaper. She’d pass me the comics and save the arts section for herself. I loved these mornings. I felt so grown up and loved spending time with her. Even when she was sick, most of our time spent together consisted of watching game shows and yelling out the answers.</p>
<p><strong>How old were you when you found out she was sick?</strong><br />
We found out my mom was sick the summer after my freshman year of college, so I had turned 19 a few months earlier (my birthday is in April). I have two younger sisters, and they were 17 and 14 at the time.</p>
<p><strong>How long was she sick?</strong><br />
It took 8 months from my mom’s diagnosis to her death.</p>
<p>Since ovarian cancer doesn’t have noticeable symptoms in its early stages, we don’t know exactly when she got sick. She started complaining of bloating and pain in her lower abdomen towards the beginning of the summer of 2008. We took her to several different doctors, and they had a hard time figuring out the source of her pain. They wavered between thinking it was food poisoning or a gastrointestinal problem or even a broken rib. We had just moved, so we had been schlepping a lot of heavy boxes, and doctors thought she might have just overexerted herself. I had an internship that summer, and my dad picked me up one day, and while we were in the car, he got a call from the doctor recommending an oncologist. Shortly after that, she was diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer, “the kind that you don’t want to have,” according to the doctor. They said she had three years to live.</p>
<p>A few months after her diagnosis, she had to go in for some surgery, and, as part of the pre-surgery process, they gave her a pregnancy test. Strangely, it came out positive. After some more work, the doctors decided that she actually had choreocarcinoma, which is a very rare cancer of the placenta that is curable in stage 4. We were all ecstatic.</p>
<p>Through the next several months, doctors started to think that maybe she didn’t have choreocarcinoma. Even now, they’re still not sure exactly what kind of cancer she had, which is really frustrating. When your mom dies, you want to know why.</p>
<p>Eventually, chemotherapy, radiation, and other drugs had reduced her to someone that that wasn’t my mom anymore. She was bald, weak, and thin, and a steroid medication she took made her face swell so her cheeks were puffy and sagging. She had severe neuropathy (like pins and needles that don’t go away) in her hands and feet, so she couldn’t even hold a pen. She walked with a walker and needed an oxygen machine to breathe. Her mind was fuzzy and she’d say things that didn’t make sense. I kept feeling like saying, “Mom! Snap out of it!”</p>
<p>My mom died two days after I got home for spring break my sophomore year of college. They say moms always wait for all their babies and it really seemed like my mom did just that. She had been in steady decline but didn’t die until all her children were in town.</p>
<p><strong>Tell us about life immediately following her death.</strong><br />
We are Jewish, so the post-death process is very regimented. Jews have the funeral as soon as possible after the death and then they follow that with a shiva – basically a week-long period where family and friends visit the mourners and celebrate the life of the person who died with lots of food. Since my mom died in Florida and all of our family is from Chicago, we flew back to Chicago for the funeral and shiva.</p>
<p>Shopping for black clothes for the funeral was really weird. One of my sisters and I went to Forever 21, and we had to flick through the racks of cheerful, colorful stuff to find the few black items they had. What are you supposed to say when the salesperson asks you if you’re looking for anything in particular? It was bizarre.</p>
<p>The funeral was so surreal. I’m really emotionally guarded, so the funeral was the first time I had ever cried in front of people that weren’t my parents or sisters. It was liberating, in a way. The funeral itself went… well? I don’t know if that’s the right word. Lots of people showed up – so many that the funeral director had to house a group of them in another room with a TV showing the service. The eulogies were the perfect combination of sweet and sad. Some were funny, and the laughter felt right.</p>
<p>The shiva was so effective. It was like being swallowed up in a warm hug for a whole week. We stayed in my aunt’s (my mom’s older sister’s) house while family and friends came with delicious food. We made sure to include all of my mom’s favorite foods there, so we had takeout from Noodles &amp; Company and Pita Inn. I spent most of the shiva hanging out with my cousins, laughing and playing board games and working on a gigantic family tree. The nicest times were when my mom’s childhood friends came with stories about her I’d never heard before. The worst was when an old friend’s father filled a lull in conversation by saying, “Wow, I just can’t believe she’s gone!”</p>
<p><strong>How did you cope with her death?</strong><br />
I laugh! A lot! My sisters and I make jokes that make other people who aren’t in our situation very uncomfortable, but seriously, laughter is great medicine. I&#8217;m also an aspiring screenwriter, so I got a lot of inspiration for my writing from all that I&#8217;ve gone through. I did National Novel Writing Month last November, and I wrote a first draft of a memoir about my experiences. I also keep a <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.artsyfartsyy.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" >blog</a></noindex> that I started for a poetry class after I got back from the shiva. Writing, for me, is really cathartic.</p>
<p>In general, I’m unaffected by the overly death-oriented stuff. I don’t mind talking about my mom and I don’t immediately tear up when anyone mentions death. The things that get me the most are little things: hearing someone say a phrase she always said or smelling someone wearing her same perfume or seeing a mom talking to or playing with a little kid. Looking at photos of her was really difficult for a while. Our answering machine message is still her voice, and sometimes when I’m at school and I call home, I forget and all of a sudden she’s on the phone with me. I also dream about her all the time. Sometimes, in the dream, I know she died, but other times it’s like she never got sick.</p>
<p>Oh, and right after she died, I was petrified of waking up in the morning and forgetting she died and having to remember all over again, so I got in the habit of saying, in my head, every morning as soon as I woke up, “Mom is dead.” Sounds weird, but it was really helpful at the time.</p>
<p><strong>How did you deal with friends/school/work while you were mourning?</strong><br />
I missed the first few weeks after spring break, and I was able to get caught up quite easily. Teachers are very agreeable when you have something so serious as an excuse. When my mom was still sick, she always encouraged me to use her illness as an excuse as often as I needed. Still, concentrating in class was harder than usual. My friends were great. The were extra extra nice to me when I got back from school, and two of them even brought me a picture of my mom and me that they had framed. The only hard thing with friends was that, lots of times, when I mentioned my mom offhand, I could sense them getting uncomfortable. Which is totally understandable! But it was still difficult – I didn’t want them treating me or my mom any differently than they had before she got sick.</p>
<p><strong>Has her death affected your relationship with your dad or siblings?<br />
</strong>We were always a very close-knit family, and we still are. My sisters and I band together and make stupid dead-mom jokes and my dad cries at inopportune moments, but it’s all okay because we’re human. I occasionally feel pangs of guilt that I had my mom for longer than either of my sisters did, but they never complain about it.</p>
<p>Since my mom and dad were so different from one another, whenever my dad does something particularly Dad-ish now, it tends to frustrate me because it just emphasizes the fact that my mom is gone. Overall, though, we’re really doing well. We’re currently trying to spread the word about ovarian cancer. Breast cancer is the female cancer that gets all the press, but since ovarian cancer doesn’t manifest itself in symptoms until it’s too late (usually), we really want people to know to get their ovaries checked out.</p>
<p><strong>What advice would you give to other young people dealing with a death in the family? Advice for friends of those experiencing grief?</strong><br />
For people who have friends experiencing grief, don’t treat your mourning friends too differently from how you treated them before the death. Maybe be a little more understanding, but don’t expect your friendship to change too much. When they bring up their loved one in conversation, don’t try to change the subject. If they make jokes about their situation, it’s okay to laugh. Also, don’t ever complain about your loved one who is still alive. Whenever my friends complain about their moms, I want to slap them.</p>
<p>For people with a death in their own families, you should know that there is no right way to grieve. Don’t look to anyone else for how you’re supposed to feel or what you’re supposed to do. Do whatever makes you feel good. Eat junk food or watch really funny movies or scream into a pillow. Don’t ever be afraid to laugh about the ridiculousness of it all. People might make you feel like laughing about death is wrong or shameful, but if it helps you cope, there’s no harm in it. If you ever feel hopeless, consider getting seeing a therapist. It might not feel like there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, but there is! Trust me!</p>
<p><strong>Have any of you lost a parent or a loved one? Any questions for Tyler?</strong></div>
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		<title>Any excuse to use the word &#171;anovulatory&#187;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shaken Mama</dc:creator>
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		<title>Gross National Happiness</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2010 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Von</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ Lately, I've been getting heaps of new students from Bhutan, a tiny country tucked between India and China. I'm completely enamoured with their jangly ankle bracelets, nose rings and habits of dissolving into laughter over just about everything.When I...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6JmN2ey2UI/AAAAAAAAC_4/zAqIPC0UAzw/s1600-h/bhutan.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450030887220730178" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; cursor: hand; height: 266px; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6JmN2ey2UI/AAAAAAAAC_4/zAqIPC0UAzw/s400/bhutan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></noindex> Lately, I&#8217;ve been getting heaps of new students from <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhutan" >Bhutan</a></noindex>, a tiny country tucked between India and China. I&#8217;m completely enamoured with their jangly ankle bracelets, nose rings and habits of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dissolving</span> into laughter over just about everything.<span id="more-1607"></span></p>
<p>When I googled their home country, I discovered that in addition to measuring <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Measures_of_national_income_and_output" >Gross Domestic Product </a></noindex>(like every other country) Bhutan is the only country in the world that measures happiness, via <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gross_National_Happiness" >Gross National Happiness</a></noindex>. Via wikipedia: <em>The Bhutanese grounding in Buddhist ideals suggests that beneficial development of human society takes place when material and </em><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirituality" title="Spirituality" ><em>spiritual</em></a></noindex><em> development occur side by side to complement and reinforce each other. The four pillars of GNH are the promotion of </em><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sustainable_development" title="Sustainable development" ><em>sustainable development</em></a></noindex><em>, preservation and promotion of </em><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Culture" title="Culture" ><em>cultural values</em></a></noindex><em>, conservation of the </em><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natural_environment" title="Natural environment" ><em>natural environment</em></a></noindex><em>, and establishment of </em><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_governance" title="Good governance" ><em>good governance</em></a></noindex><em>.</em></p>
<p>Amazing, eh? Maybe all our governments could learn something from this tiny country.</p></div>
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		<title>Oh the things we do!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2010 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kyle the Dad</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Donovan and Hayden are largely pretty good kids.  We generally don't worry too much about a cell phone being flushed down the toilet, arms being ground by the garbage disposal, paint being dumped on daddy's beloved tvs, stabbings, or climbing into skil...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Donovan and Hayden are largely pretty good kids.  We generally don&#8217;t worry too much about a cell phone being flushed down the toilet, arms being ground by the garbage disposal, paint being dumped on daddy&#8217;s beloved tvs, stabbings, or climbing into skill-crane machines.  That makes me happy.<span id="more-1617"></span></p>
<p>Watching them grow and mature is even more fun.  This morning, the boys were playing in the camper and they were behaving like very responsible little boys.  They can now put on their strap sunglasses by themselves (sometimes with help), wind up toys and go and fetch their other toys from obscure spots in the camper.  We had to break up a few squirmishes, but in all they are showing self sufficiency.  Even eating breakfast (Life Cereal over milk) was so much easier than before.</p>
<p>Aside from the excessive roaring while wearing sun glassess, this has been a nice morning. Now if only Aunt Laura would have her baby (which we are trying to stress her out and set her off so she has it soon) . . . .</p>
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		<title>Perfection is Overrated</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2010 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Von</dc:creator>
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		<title>Mysterious bodies</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2010 02:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shaken Mama</dc:creator>
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		<title>Web Time Wasters: Easter Edition</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Von</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[What are your plans for Easter weekend, you guys? I'm getting a fancy, non-$13 haircut on Friday, going to a zoo-and-curry date on Saturday and meeting up with my aunt and grandma for a lovely Sunday in a little historic town on the Mississippi. I have...]]></description>
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<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">What are your plans for Easter weekend, you guys? I&#8217;m getting a fancy, non-$13 haircut on Friday, going to a zoo-and-curry date on Saturday and meeting up with my aunt and grandma for a lovely Sunday in a little historic town on the Mississippi. I have high hopes that I will get some sort of basket and that everybody will give me the black jelly beans that they don&#8217;t want. </div>
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<div align="justify">If you&#8217;re lucky enough to have a long weekend or are feeling overwhelmed by all the family and candy that accompanies Easter, why not sneak away and peruse these links?</p>
<p>* Easter DIYS! <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.twigandthistle.com/blog/2009/03/diy-marshmallow-peeps/" >Make your own marshmallow peeps</a></noindex>! or <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.marthastewart.com/article/marbleizing-eggs" >marbleized Easter eggs</a></noindex>!</p>
<p>* So pretty! So useful! If you are engaging in any publishing endeavors and are struggling to sift through all the flickr creative commons photos, <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://color.slightlyblue.com/" >this color selector tool</a></noindex> with change.your.life.</p>
<p>* I love MightyGoods round up of <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://mightygoods.com/features/easter-baskets-for-grownups-2010" >Easter Baskets for Grown Ups.</a></noindex> I&#8217;ll take the egg cups and the bird warblers, please.</p>
<p>* If I didn&#8217;t work next to an Asian grocery store and spend my lunch money on pockey sticks and Vietnamese sandwiches, I&#8217;d be alllll over this <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.core77.com/hack2work/2009/09/office_snack_gourmet_how_to_tu.asp" >Office Snack Gourmet: How To Turn Junk Food Into Something More</a></noindex></p>
<p>* Have you read about <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://casadelogo.typepad.com/factesque/2005/03/the_rabbit_of_e.html" >David Sedaris&#8217;s experience attempting explain Easter to his classmates in French?</a></noindex> Hiiii-larious, of course.</p>
<p>* Remember cassette tapes? Yeah, they were awesome. I still play them in my car. <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.designboom.com/contemporary/cassettes.html" >Here&#8217;s a great collection of belts/toys/dresses/bags made out of old tapes.</a></noindex></p>
<p>* When scientist Neil deGrasse Tyson classified Pluto as a non-planet, he didn&#8217;t expect he&#8217;d get <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/pluto/mail.html" >hate mail from third graders.</a></noindex> &laquo;Some people like Pluto. If it doesn&#8217;t exist, they won&#8217;t have a favorite planet anymore. Please write back, but not in cursive. I can&#8217;t read cursive.&raquo;</p>
<p>* Fantastic! <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.dragosroua.com/33-ways-to-start-your-day/" >Start your day in 33 different ways</a></noindex></p>
<p>* <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://motherjones.com/politics/2010/02/remy-hair-extensions-india" >A fascinating read on hair extensions made from human hair</a></noindex> &#8211; from Indian temples to Lady Gaga&#8217;s head.</p>
<p>* I know you&#8217;re already reading <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://hipsterpuppies.tumblr.com/" >the hipster puppies tumblr, right</a></noindex>? Riiiggght?</p>
<p>* <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://lifehacker.com/5503099/top-10-tips-and-tricks-for-making-your-stuff-last-longer" >10 Tips and Tricks for Making Your Stuff Last Longer</a></noindex> &#8211; clothes, food, batteries, etc!</p>
<p>* Let&#8217;s talk about gardening. I&#8217;m thinking herbs, flowers, peppers, tomatoes. Here&#8217;s a great article on <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.imperfectlynatural.com/national-trust-to-turn-urban-window-ledges-into-vertical-vegetable-gardens" >which vegetables grow best in window boxes and balconies.</a></noindex></p>
<p>* I&#8217;m alllmost finished with Operation Fancy Lady Closet (glass drawer pulls! mirrored trays! artfully displayed stuff!) and now I really want to try this <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/02/diy-project-jewelry-bust.html" >DIY jewelry holder bust</a></noindex>.</p>
<p>* I&#8217;m in love with <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://myedit.blogspot.com/" >the fashion blog My Edit</a></noindex>. Nearly everything she wears is thrifted and she puts it all together in a way that is somehow stylish/sexy/grown up/bo-ho-y &#8230; which is a market I&#8217;d like to corner.</div>
<p><strong>What links are you loving these days?</strong></div>
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		<title>Congratulations and Thank you!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Camille</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[To the Lovely Surbhi:I am sending you a tag book made from Teresa Collins Travel Ledger line, and with a gorgeous handmade wire heart made by yours truly. And some ROCKIN' GCD Artsy Urban embellies!It's heading your way babe!  (well as soon as I get it to the post office.)Thank you for playing!Cam xoxo  ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To the Lovely Surbhi:I am sending you a tag book made from Teresa Collins Travel Ledger line, and with a gorgeous handmade wire heart made by yours truly. And some ROCKIN&#8217; GCD Artsy Urban embellies!It&#8217;s heading your way babe!  (well as soon as I get it to the post office.)Thank you for playing!Cam xoxo</p>
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		<title>BIG NEWS &#8211; I love TC!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 23:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Camille</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Teresa Collins has a new mid-season release called Travel Ledger!Gorgeous, heavy textured papers, neutral color lines for versatility, and that amazing signature Teresa Collins style....I favorite thing about TC is she is so true to her style.  If you love one Teresa Collins line, you will love them all.I am working on a sort of living document scrapbook for my upcoming trip to Australia.  I am ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Teresa Collins has a new mid-season release called Travel Ledger!Gorgeous, heavy textured papers, neutral color lines for versatility, and that amazing signature Teresa Collins style&#8230;.I favorite thing about TC is she is so true to her style.  If you love one Teresa Collins line, you will love them all.I am working on a sort of living document scrapbook for my upcoming trip to Australia.  I am</p>
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		<title>31 New Things: Try A Horned Melon</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Von</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When one pays five dollars for a piece of fruit, one can be excused for having some rather high expectations, right? But I knew that things weren't necessarily going to go well when the cashier couldn't identify said fruit and spent five minutes paging...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.cookingforengineers.com/pics/640/DSC_9001_crop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454223730331172370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7FLlcPlPhI/AAAAAAAADEg/k_rlhbv7vIA/s400/horned+melon.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex>When one pays five dollars for a piece of fruit, one can be excused for having some rather high expectations, right? But I knew that things weren&#8217;t necessarily going to go well when the cashier couldn&#8217;t identify said fruit and spent five minutes paging through what appeared to be a 2-inch-thick Fruit and Veg picture dictionary.</p>
<p>I trundled my prickly little piece of goodness home and plunked it in my decorative fruit bowl, in an attempt to my kitchen look like a <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Gourmet </span>magazine photo shoot and give the apples an inferiority complex. After a few days of admiring my horned melon, I finally worked up the nerve to slice into it and have a nibble.</p>
<p><strong>Findings? A loud and resounding &#8216;meh.&#8217;</strong></p>
<p>Imagine a cross between a cucumber and a deeply mediocre kiwi fruit. Refreshing, pulpy, seedy and slightly sour. <strong>Sure, it&#8217;s <em>looks</em> like the Bjork of the produce aisle but it tastes more like Sarah McLachlan</strong>. Or at least what I imagine her fruit counterpart would taste like.</p>
<p>For five stinking dollars I want mouth-gasms! I want previously untasted flavors! I want something that doesn&#8217;t taste like a cucumber dressed in lemon juice!</p></div>
<p><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Fruit that <em>is</em> worth five dollars you say?</span></p>
<p><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7FLA6xTJOI/AAAAAAAADEY/xwOujMRYELI/s1600/kumquats.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454223102870496482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7FLA6xTJOI/AAAAAAAADEY/xwOujMRYELI/s400/kumquats.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Kumquats</span>
<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">A million dollars? Yes. But they&#8217;re like little tiny grape oranges! This is how you eat them: dipped in dark chocolate ganache (read: chocolate chips that you melt with evaporated milk). Eat them whole, skins and seeds and all. Soooo goood.</div>
<p><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://z.about.com/d/thaifood/1/0/X/E/lychees1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454222755197263762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7FKsrlin5I/AAAAAAAADEQ/wvUqQvMpg8o/s400/lychees1.JPG" border="0" /></a></noindex><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Lychees</span>
<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Okay, these are just <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">kind of</span> good. They have the texture of olives and somehow manage to taste like canned fruit despite being fresh. However! They&#8217;re gorgeous and fun to pick apart. Put a big bowl of them on the patio table and pick at them with your girlfriends while drinking wine. </div>
<p><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.besttravelthai.com/images/jackfruit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454222542151784034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7FKgR7ilmI/AAAAAAAADEI/jMEqgkLSsKs/s400/jackfruit.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Jackfruit</span>
<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I became addicted to jackfruit while backpacking through Thailand. Despite looking like a flower, it tastes like bubble gum. Truly! If Willy Wonka invented a fruit, this would be it.</div>
<p><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.fruit-ing.com/images/med/passion-fruit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454222346251417682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S7FKU4JQOFI/AAAAAAAADEA/BlGC2PuLmw4/s400/passion-fruit.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Passion fruit</span>
<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Would you judge me if I told you that passion fruit is best consumed with a bit of sugar and a shot of vodka? Like, cut open the hard outer shell, stir the pulp to loosen it from the sides, add a teaspoon of sugar and a shot of vodka and glug the mixture right out of the shell? Yum!</p>
<p>Or I guess you could add it to yogurt or top ice cream with it. If you&#8217;re into that.</p>
<p><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Other fruit that is not worth five dollars? (in my humble opinion)</span><br />* <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durian" >durian fruit </a></noindex>(smells like stale vomit)<br />* <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.totalizm.pl/fruit/custard_apple_australian.jpg" >custard apple</a></noindex>s (hard, white, big seeds)<br />* <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.valeriereiss.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/pears.jpg" >asian pears</a></noindex> (you bore me)<br />* <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://teagans.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/dragon-fruit-3.jpg" >dragon fruit</a></noindex> (so pretty! so exotic! so bland!)</div>
<p><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Have you ever tried a horned melon? What strange fruit or vegetables do you like?</span>
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		<dc:creator>Shaken Mama</dc:creator>
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		<dc:creator>Stacey</dc:creator>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Von</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my favorite things about traveling (or, umm, life in general) is stuffing my greedy little face with new delicious things. I've been a vegetarian for 18 years, so my international gastronomic experiments are usually a bit limited, but can we tal...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div align="justify">One of my favorite things about traveling (or, umm, life in general) is stuffing my greedy little face with new delicious things. <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.yesandyes.org/2009/10/how-to-go-vegetarian-without-alienating.html" >I&#8217;ve been a vegetarian for 18 years</a></noindex>, so my international gastronomic experiments are usually a bit limited, but can we talk about some of the best ones? Good, I thought so.</p>
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<div align="justify"><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2263/1498700334_0c36cb4468.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452979146926202962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6zfpJwmIFI/AAAAAAAADDI/on0qKm8V3Es/s400/1498700334_0c36cb4468.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex><strong>Brazil: Branquinhos<br /></strong>I&#8217;m prrrreeeettty sure &#8216;branquinho&#8217; translates to &laquo;tiny white.&raquo; Well, either that or &laquo;ball of mellow, melty goodness.&raquo; I have fond memories of standing in a tiny Brazilian kitchen, rolling these into balls with my curly-haired host sisters.</p>
<p>I can&#8217;t find a recipe online but I suspect it goes like this &laquo;Mix together some sweetened condensed milk and butter. Cook. Drop spoonful of goopy delicious goodness into some sugar and roll into a ball. Promptly eat seven and make yourself sick while watching South American soap operas&raquo;</p>
<p><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/kitchen/2009_07_17-bun.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452977666249410066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6zeS9zvRhI/AAAAAAAADDA/ta0bW2_zI0s/s400/2009_07_17-bun.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex><strong> Vietnam: Bun Chay<br /></strong>The first time I ate this was in Hue, Vietnam when my friend and wandered off the proverbial beaten path and into a broken down bar along <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.travelpod.com/travel-blog-entries/shanewilson/rtw-2006/1141549920/tpod.html" >&#8216;The Perfume River.&#8217; <strong></strong></a></noindex>We sat in plastic chairs in the shade, drank frighteningly strong coffee and nibbled on this: a fantastic salad of cold rice noodles, bean sprouts, pickled jicama and carrots, peanut sauce and fried tofu.</p>
<p>My mouth is filling with saliva as I write that. Yuuummmmmmdroooollll. <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://recipes.sparkpeople.com/recipe-detail.asp?recipe=338205" >Here&#8217;s a recipe for bun chay</a></noindex> if you&#8217;re keen to play along at home. Or, if you live in the Twin Cities, hit up <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://twincities.citysearch.com/profile/5520440/st_paul_mn/trieu_chau_restaurant.html" >Trieu Chau </a></noindex>for the best Vietnamese this side of the Mekong.</p>
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<div align="justify"><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6zdttzMzRI/AAAAAAAADC4/60rXNFVxH3s/s1600/4258_MEDIUM.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452977026297023762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6zdttzMzRI/AAAAAAAADC4/60rXNFVxH3s/s400/4258_MEDIUM.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex><strong>New Zealand: Pavlova<br /></strong>Light, sweet, kind of a pain to make.  But who cares?  I will very happily whip egg whites till my arm falls plum off if it means eating a slice of New Zealand&#8217;s national dessert topped with whip cream and some passion fruit.  Or some deliciously under ripe kiwis.  Or strawberries.  You can try your hand it at, <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.joyofbaking.com/Pavlova.html" >following this recipe</a></noindex>.</p>
<p><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://x0d.xanga.com/cac85070165b0162191259/z33067398.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452976513050215842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6zdP1zoBaI/AAAAAAAADCw/UsiALrtAdtU/s400/z33067398.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex><br /><strong>Taiwan: Stinky Tofu<br /></strong>When I first smelled the Stinky Tofu vendor outside of my apartment in Chung Li, I was fairly sure that a sewer had overflowed.  Or that a dead body was about to be discovered.  Or a dead body was about to be discovered in an overflowing sewer.</p>
<p>However!  As bad as it smells, that&#8217;s as good as it tastes.  Fact.  Don&#8217;t let that <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILexn0r6STg" >wimpy Andrew Zimmerman tell you otherwise</a></noindex>.  I used to buy a carton of these fried tofu cubes topped with sri racha and pickled vegetables from a street vendor every day for dinner.  That is, until my students started pointedly asking me what I&#8217;d been eating.  Awkward.</p>
<p>If you&#8217;re feeling adventurous, here&#8217;s <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.ellenskitchen.com/faqs/stinkytofu.html" >a recipe for stinky tofu </a></noindex>that you can make yourself!</p>
<div><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6zdCPBBAyI/AAAAAAAADCo/NYe0DINmkTs/s1600/DSC00541.JPG" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452976279299097378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6zdCPBBAyI/AAAAAAAADCo/NYe0DINmkTs/s400/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /></a></noindex><strong>Taiwan: Dan Bing </strong></div>
<div>It&#8217;s only a matter of time till someone starts selling these amazing crepe/onion/egg/burrito hybrids and becomes a millionaire overnight.  Imagine at an onion laced burrito (made with rice flour), a thin layer of scrambled egg, your choice of bacon, cheese or onions and an unidentified brown sauce. </p>
<p>And now imagine that they cook it in front of you in 30 seconds and you can buy two, plus a latte for $1.50.  And then you can eat it on your Hello Kitty scooter.  Awesome, right?  <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.lafujimama.com/2009/05/jian-bing-chinese-breakfast-crepes/" >This recipe </a></noindex>tells you how.</p>
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<div><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/kitchen/2009_03_03-PaosdeQueijo.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452975315948396562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6zcKKQT4BI/AAAAAAAADCg/LPtZU2B5_bg/s400/2009_03_03-PaosdeQueijo.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex><strong> Brazil: Pao de Queijo</strong></div>
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<div>When I was teaching in Brazil, my daily walk to work passed by the world&#8217;s most adorable bakery.  Coffee and warm, cheesy, carb-y goodness became part of my daily routine.  Finish class, eat three pao de queijo, sit on the balcony overlooking the park, drink a coffee that would keep me up long enough to make calls home late into the night.  Lovely!</p>
<p>I can&#8217;t wait to try to make my own with <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://allrecipes.com/recipe/brazilian-cheese-bread-pao-de-queijo/detail.aspx" >this recipe</a></noindex>.</p>
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<div><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s--n1TR94Vs/Rrd-JSeIzRI/AAAAAAAAB-0/SfT3wkBnYMQ/s400/greek-yogurt-with-agave_kalynskitchen.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452975030107804658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6zb5hamk_I/AAAAAAAADCY/G5GE3U5yNN8/s400/greek-yogurt-with-agave_kalynskitchen.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex><strong>Greece: Greek Yogurt</strong><br />I&#8217;m still not sure how I was able to leave Greece under my own leg power.  I rather expected that someone would have to roll me over the border.  So much amazing food around every corner.  <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Vegetarian-Moussaka/Detail.aspx" >Moussaka</a></noindex>!  Various <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Roasted-Red-Pepper-Tapenade/Detail.aspx" >tapenades</a></noindex>! Ouzo!  8 million different cheeses!  My travel journal from my month in Greece mostly consists of detailed analysis of my meals.  Well, that and my increasingly awesome tan.</p>
<p>Greek Yogurt makes an amazing breakfast &#8211; and obviously no recipe required (Greek yogurt + fruit + honey + walnuts).  For a long time I felt like it was too decedent for weekday breakfasting, but lately?  I&#8217;ve been feeling decadent.</p>
<div><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/kitchen/2008_08_29-avocadotoast2.jpg" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452974685845995666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6zble8MQJI/AAAAAAAADCQ/puU3sBKkjgQ/s400/2008_08_29-avocadotoast2.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex><strong> New Zealand: Avocado Toast</strong><br />I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I have had four pieces of avocado toast already today.  It&#8217;s 3:22 pm as I&#8217;m typing this.  Maybe this gives you an insight into the depth of my obsession with avo toast.  Again, no recipe &#8211; just really good toast, plus mashed avocado (usually one fourth of an avocado per slice of bread) and a bit of salt. </p>
<p>Of course, avocado is most perfectly paired with The Best Bread In The World, NZ&#8217;s own <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.vogels.co.nz/" >Vogel&#8217;s</a></noindex>.  But, if you&#8217;re stateside, <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://farm1.static.flickr.com/88/225794076_1ae11b4228.jpg" >English Muffin Toasting Bread </a></noindex>is a semi-decent stand in.  So. good.</p>
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		<dc:creator>Shaken Mama</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yay!  Woot!  Congrats to Surbhi Jain!Surbhi  Jain  said...Giveaways bring such a lot of excitement to win even if I lose  all the time!! Count me in :) March 25, 2010 3:54 AMOkay, So I still can't really tell you what your prize will be because it's not official yet, but I will making you a beautiful handmade item......and I am legally bound not to give anymore information till tomorrow......  ]]></description>
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		<dc:creator>Stacey</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had planned on doing a picture post but DH is traveling so I decided to veg out last night, watch a little TV and stay up a bit late reading an awesome book.  It's the latest Anne Bishop if anyone is interested.We had a wonderful weekend with very mi...]]></description>
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<p>We had a wonderful weekend with very minor temper tantrums by Cameron.  Either we are getting better at managing (really distracting) her or she&#8217;s just gearing up for another big one.  Lots of errands were run and DH had his baseball draft.  This Sunday is the start of me being a <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://staceysbloghasgotitgoinon.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-baseball-widow.html" >baseball widow</a></noindex> for the next 8 months.  Perhaps a month less if the Yankees don&#8217;t make it to the post season.  Hey, a wife can dream!  DH finally broke down and bought a new flat screen TV for his office and a new couch.  The TV is already in place and the couch should be delivered in the next week or so.  That means I can have the main TV all to myself!</p>
<p>The one errand we didn&#8217;t accomplish was to pick out new glasses for me.  7 years ago I got laser eye surgery.  It was absolutely the best thing I ever did.  I was able to pay for it with pre-tax dollars and loved being able to see in the shower or the clock when I rolled over.  I had, to put it mildly, very poor eyesight.  My glasses were coke bottles so I primarily wore contacts.  About a year before the surgery the contacts started to really bother my eyes if I had them in for longer than a few hours.  Faced between scheduling an expensive procedure and wearing my coke bottle classes, I decided to go with the surgery.</p>
<p>I had a feeling that my eyesight wasn&#8217;t 20/20 any more.  But I haven&#8217;t been to the eye doctor since the last eye surgery follow up.  I do have some problems driving at night.  I get a halo effect from lights.  But DH usually drives so it wasn&#8217;t that big of a deal.  I scheduled my appointment for this huge facility right down the road.</p>
<p>The nurse took me back through a warren of corridors (I think this place could have seen 100 patients at one time!) and began administering my eye test.  Are they really nurses?  Perhaps eye technicians?  Anyway, she immediately began clicking her tongue when I couldn&#8217;t read below the second line.  I said, &laquo;These letters are really small.  I bet most people can&#8217;t read them.&raquo;  She responded, &laquo;Yes they can.&raquo;  Crap.  I knew that this wasn&#8217;t going to be a good appointment.  After scaring me she dilated my eyes and then the doctor came in.  He was super nice and his wife was also an eye doctor (Harvard).  He also told me that his daughter was going to Harvard in the fall.  For what, you may ask?  Nuclear physics.  Yikes.  Smart girl.</p>
<p>The doctor told me that my eyes weren&#8217;t too bad but my left one was worse than my right which was why I couldn&#8217;t see well at night.  &laquo;It&#8217;s actually a good thing,&raquo; he told me seriously, &laquo;That means in a few years when you are in your 40s and you start to become far sighted you won&#8217;t need reading glasses.&raquo;  Gee, thanks.  I happen to only be in my early thirties, dude.  I had to write my birth date down a million times on the forms I filled out.  Do the math!</p>
<p>It turns out that I will only need glasses for driving at night which is great.  I don&#8217;t plan on wearing them very often because I remember distinctly when I was 8 and got glasses for the first time.  After about a week once I took them off everything was blurry.  I don&#8217;t plan on going through that again.  And the silver lining is that despite failing eyesight today apparently I will not require reading glasses in ten years when I&#8217;m in my forties.</p>
<p>Has anyone else regressed from their eye surgery?  Contemplating getting it?</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is Part 2 of Steff Metal's inspired guest post on the many ways to pull yourself out of a funk. Do check out Part 1, as well!51. Indulge a Guilty PleasureWhatever it might be. I am partial to eating Tim Tams and watching Dr. Phil, or listening to ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div align="justify"><noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.flickr.com/photos/alliesnaps/3682980427/" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450079062888743730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zECt-HA0fD4/S6KSCC1HAzI/AAAAAAAADAQ/BjIrxgTvc-o/s400/happy.jpg" border="0" /></a></noindex><em>This is Part 2 of <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://steffmetal.com/fashion-metalheads-death-metal-fashion/" >Steff Metal&#8217;s </a></noindex>inspired guest post on the many ways to pull yourself out of a funk. Do check out Part 1, as well!<br /></em><strong><br />51. Indulge a Guilty Pleasure<br /></strong>Whatever it might be. I am partial to eating Tim Tams and watching Dr. Phil, or listening to the Rasmus. Be proud to be silly.</p>
<p><strong>52. Have Something Delicious Delivered to your House</strong><br />Don’t go for the normal pizza – see if your favorite Italian or Moroccan restaurant do deliveries? Will the bakery send you out a fresh-baked loaf? Bask in the glory of ringing someone up and having hot food arrive on your doorstep. It’s a wonderful world we live in.</p>
<p><strong>53. Tourism!<br /></strong>Dress up like a tourist (shorts, shirt, camera, “bum bag”, ridiculous hat, guidebook in back pocket) and go do something really touristy: whale-watching, the tourist bus tour, or go to the over-priced amusements. Talk loudly, take hundreds of photos.</p>
<p><strong>54. Clothing Attack</strong><br />Find all the clothes in your wardrobe you don’t really like and attack them with hundreds of studs and spikes. I bet you like them better now, right?</p>
<p><strong>55. Invent Music<br /></strong>Buy a silly instrument – a harmonica, a tin whistle, a recorder, a djambje, anything as long as it’s inexpensive and makes noise. Be loud and enthusiastic in your playing.</p>
<p><strong>56. Feed Ducks</strong><br />Make a “feel happy” soundtrack of your favorite songs, and stick it on your MP3 player. Put on your favorite walking clothes. Walk to your local park or river, stopping at the dairy on the way to pick up a loaf of bread. Walk through the park listening to your favorite songs, a find a good stop to sit down a throw morsels of bread to the ducks and geese.</p>
<p><strong>57. Secret Squirrel</strong><br />Find a secret place. Your secret place should be high up, with a great view. Look for tall trees in the park, abandoned buildings with easily-scaled roofs, or unknown nooks and niches above bridges. Take yourself there when you feel blue, listen to music or read a book and watch the city unfold around you. Be careful climbing to your secret place – falling from your favorite tree won’t cheer you up!</p>
<p><strong>58. Buy Silly Slippers<br /></strong>In the cold of winter, your feet need all the warm they can get. A pair of ridiculous slippers – shaped like dogs, penguins or Eric Adam’s loincloth – cheer you up.</p>
<p><strong>59. Otherwise Know As …</strong><br />Decide on new nicknames for all of your friends. Send them a text or email to let them know their new nickname, and call them that from now on. The more outrageous the nicknames, the better. Nicknames make a person feel loved, like they’ve reached a new level of intimacy with you.</p>
<p><strong>60. Rise and Shine, Sleepyhead</strong><br />Changing your morning routine can alter your whole day. If you shower at night, try showering in the morning, just after you wake up. What do you eat for breakfast? DO you eat breakfast? We need to change that? Do you open the curtains? If not, open them wide! Do you get up too early? Too late? Change up your routine for a week, and measure the affects on you whole persona.</p>
<p><strong>61. Wake-up Call</strong><br />Change your alarm clock to something fun. On our epic Europe adventure we had “Morning Manowar”. I tell you, nothing makes you more excited to get up and explore castles than “Hail and Kill” at 7am.</p>
<p><strong>62. Find a Totem</strong><br />A totem is an embalm representing a creature or object you feel a strong connection with. Carrying a totem on your person gives you the sense of being able to draw power from associating yourself with that creature. It’s a little new-agey, but I also think it’s quite metal.<br />My totem animals are cats, and birds – specifically ravens and ducks. We made friends with ravens in Norway, and ever since, I’ve fallen utterly in love with them.</p>
<p><strong>63. Experience New Things</strong><br />Find a list of “what’s on in your town”, and for a week, do something new every day. Alternatively, search travel websites for reviews of off-the-beaten track things to do in your area – sometimes backpackers find the gems you’d never otherwise discover, because their hearts and minds are actively searching for those experiences.</p>
<p><strong>64. Lego<br /></strong>One day I was feeling crap, my husband snuck out of the house. He returned 20 minutes later carrying a huge box. What was inside? A lego viking ship! We spent the afternoon making it up and having high seas viking adventures. Best. Cheering. Up. Ever.</p>
<p><strong>65. Write a Personal Manifesto<br /></strong>Who are you really? What are you about? What makes you tick? What morals and beliefs do you follow? Write yourself a personal manifesto – who you are, who you want to be and how you’re gonna get there. For more info on manifesto writing (an artform in itself) read about <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://nothing-elegant.blogspot.com/2010/01/blogger-manifesto-project-part-i.html"  jquery1268944102706="18">Nothing Elegant’s Blog Manifesto project</a></noindex></p>
<p><strong>66. Open an Etsy Shop</strong><br />If you’re a creative type, why not see if you can sell some work online. <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.etsy.com/"  jquery1268944102706="19">Etsy</a></noindex> is a great place to sell handmade crafts or vintage collections. You don’t have to try and make millions selling your work, but list a few of your best pieces and see how you go.</p>
<p>TIP: The key to success on Etsy (as far as I can tell) is to list lots of items, so your stuff shows up in more searches. Try to list an item a day for 30 days – you should start to see more regular sales once you have over 50-100 items in your shop (which is what I’m currently working towards). It’s only 20c to list an item, so you not going to bankrupt yourself.</p>
<p><strong>67. Make Someone’s Day</strong><br />Mark Twain said “the best way to cheer yourself up is to cheer somebody else up”. The man speaks truth. Call an old friend up, just to say hi. Text someone and tell them they’re awesome. Take any idea from this list and do it for someone else, instead of for yourself.</p>
<p><strong>68. Gratitude</strong><br />Write a Gratitude List – I do this sometimes on the blog. It’s called <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://steffmetal.com/tag/up-the-irons/" >Up the Irons!</a></noindex> and it’s a shout-out to everything good in life. Sometimes, when you concentrate on the bad, you forget all the little things making up the world of good.</p>
<p><strong>69. De-Clutter</strong><br />Clean out a drawer, cupboard, desk or room you’ve filled up with stuff. Pile up old clothes and books to give to charity shops, and toss the rest away (or recycle it, if you can). You don’t need so much stuff, and having a clean desk/room/drawer feels like having a clean start. I feel instantly fresh and inspired after cleaning my eternally cluttered writing desk.</p>
<p><strong>70. Light a Fire<br /></strong>Don’t you find something oddly comforting about a live, roaring fire? My family has always had open fires blazing throughout winter – I’ve never owned a heater till I moved to Auckland and lived in a hostel. We would sit round the fire at night and eat dinner, do our homework, watch TV.</p>
<p>If you have an open fireplace, light a fire in your living room and curl up next to it with a book and a bag of marshmallows. Hot chocolate, pikelet mixture, jam and chocolates work a treat, too.<br />If not, can you make a fire in a drum in your backyard? (check your local law about this). Pull up a chair, a can (or horn) of mead and a steak sandwich. Taste the night air on your tongue.</p>
<p><strong>71. Fresh Fruits and Vegetables</strong><br />A diet of highly processed foods deprives us of much-needed nutrients, and nutrients make us happy. So give yourself a nutrient feast – find your local farmers market and spend up large and the freshest, most delicious fruits and vegetables. Toss into a salad, bake into a pie, boil up in a big vat of soup, or just enjoy raw with olive oil and hummus.</p>
<p><strong>72. Play Board Games</strong><br />You’re going to need a partner for this. Dig out all your “old school” board games – Monopoly, Hamburger (my favorite, cuz it’s about food), Mousetrap, Trouble, UNO, Blackgammen … whatever you had as a kid, and play them all. Make fairy bread and drink orange juice and wrap yourself in big blankets.</p>
<p><strong>73. “Get Away From It All”</strong><br />I’ve never been an advocate for this method of dealing with an issue, because you’re bound to find the issue waiting for you when you return from your sojourn. But sometimes, you just need a break from the world. If you know you need to “get away” for a few days, really get away. Skip town, and don’t take your cell phone. Go bush. Pack your tent and billy and find a corner of the wilderness unpopulated with human life. Relish the stillness of a world untouched by urban living. In the clarity of fresh air, all your muddled thoughts sometimes become crystal clear.</p>
<p><strong>74. The Old Fashioned Way<br /></strong>I bake bread every day. EVERY DAY. I don’t use a breadmaker, or any prepackaged mix. I make bread the old-fashioned way – the way humankind has made bread for 10,000 years.</p>
<p>Throw away your modern conveniences and learn to make something to “old-fashioned” way. Can your own tomato pasta sauce, squeeze your own orange juice, make your own beer (I’m doing a home-brew course this year – exciting!), bake a loaf of bread from scratch … kneading that bread is therapeutic, trust me.</p>
<p><strong>75. Build a Fort<br /></strong>Need I say more?</p>
<p><strong>76. Up in the Air</strong><br />This isn’t cheap, but I guarantee it will cheer you up. Go on a hot air balloon ride.<br />We took a hot air balloon ride over Cappedocia in Turkey. Not cheap (wiped our Middle-East budget clear out) but worthwhile. I never expected the sensation of being inside a hot-air balloon to feel like it did – everything is still. You can’t feel wind. You just hang, and bob along. You can hear everything happening on the streets below. Amazing.</p>
<p><strong>77. Beach</strong><br />Maybe it’s just a New Zealand thing, but nothing says relaxing and good times like going to the beach.</p>
<p>Go to a deserted beach – they’re easy to find if you know where to look. Pack a picnic lunch. Roll the legs of your pants up and run through the surf. Clamber over the rocks and find little fishies in the tide pools. Build a sandcastle. Watch the sun set over the water.</p>
<p><strong>78. Adopt a Pet</strong><br />If you feel lonely, give part of your home to an animal without one. Every day, the SPCA and other animal shelters rescue hundreds of unwanted, neglected pets, and if no one comes to adopt them … you know what happens. It’s shameful and we should all do our bit for these animals.<br />Scientists have proven stroking a cat induces healing and reduces feelings of loneliness and anxiety. Pets love unconditionally, and they always know just what to do to make you laugh.</p>
<p><strong>79. Karaoke</strong><br />Who thought up such a ridiculous idea? And yes, as silly as karaoke seems, it’s immensely popular and lots of fun. Can’t sing? Neither can anyone else. Just do the best you can. Ham it up, be OTT ridiculous. Death growl if you have to.</p>
<p><strong>80. Sparklers<br /></strong>Wait until fireworks go on sale in November, and stock up on these little packets of joy. Bring out a few sparklers to light up your BBQs over summer, or just dance around the backyard when you feel a little feral. Spell naughty words in the air, have a dual against a tree, or just pretend you are a fire fairy. Sparklers rule.</p>
<p><strong>81. Ice Cream Parlour<br /></strong>Find your nearest ice cream parlour, and order the largest, most ridiculous sundae on their menu. Eat it all. Don’t feel guilty.</p>
<p>Or, better yet, make your own concoction at home. Give it a hilarious name, like “Steff’s Epic Metal Sundae Mountain of Doom”, cover it in whipped cream, frosting, crumbled biscuits, cut-up Mars bars, nuts, sprinkles, chocolate chips, cherries, bananas, blueberries, sauce, fudge, sherbet and anything else you can think of. Eat it all. Don’t feel guilty.</p>
<p><strong>82. Old School<br /></strong>Go to the library or a second-hand bookshop and find some of those series books from the nineties: the ones you undoubtedly read: The Baby-Sitters Club, Sweet Valley High, Pony Club, Goosebumps, Fear Street. Read them all again. Damn, weren’t they terribly awesome?</p>
<p><strong>83. Community Classes</strong><br />My husband and I are taking German classes at a nearby high school. It costs us $89 for seven 2 hour lessons, with all materials included. The school runs classes in everything: from burlesque dancing to Metalworking to Indian cooking. They are cheap, they are run by enthusiastic, experienced teachers, they are filled with interesting people, they enable you to learn new skills. In short – community classes are awesome.</p>
<p><strong>84. Notebook<br /></strong>Buy yourself a fancy notebook, and a nice pen. I love <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheBlackSpotBooks"  jquery1268944102706="20">Black Spot Books</a></noindex> and <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.etsy.com/shop/bibliographica"  jquery1268944102706="21">Bibliographica</a></noindex> who hand bind journals they’ve created using recycled leather and found materials. I also like <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://www.etsy.com/shop/immortallongings"  jquery1268944102706="22">Immortal Longing’s</a></noindex> Shakespeare-inspired journals. Lots of people adore Moleskeine journals, but I honestly don’t see the difference between them and any other notebook.<br />What will you use your notebook for? Oh, the possibilities!</p>
<p><strong>85. Random Club<br /></strong>Open your gig guide, close your eyes, and point. That’s where you’re going tonight. Dress inappropriately, and make the best of it.</p>
<p><strong>86. Starry Night<br /></strong>Find your local observatory or planetarium. Show up for one of their evening lectures – they normally set up telescopes so you can look at celestial bodies. Better yet, take a course in astronomy. Amaze yourself at just how busy it is out there.</p>
<p><strong>87. Sleepy Time</strong><br />If you can spare the dough, buy new sheets and a duvet for your bed. Find something completely luxurious in a your favorite colour. Make over your bed, and you make over your sleep.</p>
<p><strong>88. Facebook Friends<br /></strong>You know all those random “friends of friends’ who keep adding you on Facebook? Strike up a conversation with one of them. You know you already have something in common, and they added you so they can’t think your a serial killer or anything. Who knows, a “friend of a friend” might turn into an actual friend.</p>
<p><strong>89. Dinner and a Movie</strong><br />By Yourself. Yes, go out on a “typical” date all by yourself. Eat at your favorite restaurant (and don’t bring a book. You don’t need to distract yourself from your own company), and then go to a movie you really want to see. Buy yourself all the treats YOU want to eat, sit wherever you want (I love sitting right in the front row, and I fold all the armrests up and lie down. Cushiony!)</p>
<p><strong>90. Love Letter<br /></strong>Write someone a love letter in chalk on the steps up to their apartment or the pavement outside their flat. Use several colours. Hide and watch their reaction when they see it.</p>
<p><strong>91. Signature Cocktail</strong><br />Pull all the liqueur bottles out of your cabinet and line then up on the counter. Now, go to the fridge and pull out all the liquids and fruits. Do the same with the pantry. Now, line up all your shot glasses and start mixing! You’re searching for the perfect signature cocktail. This involves lots of taste-testing. Be daring, be crazy. Give your drink a wacky name. (This is an also excellent way to use all those liqueur bottles people have left with half a centimetre of liquid inside.)</p>
<p><strong>92. Road Trip<br /></strong>Road trips kick ass. A car, good music, an adventure, bad food, what more could you want? I love a trip when you know roughly where you’re going, but you don’t have a specific schedule, so you can stop and look at random things on the way. On the last road trip I went on – up to a campsite by a lake – we stopped to take air-guitar pictures outside a picturesque white chapel in the middle of a rolling field. Next, we made faces underneath a duck-crossing sign.</p>
<p><strong>93. Collect Something Interesting<br /></strong>It could be anything – I collect miniature trinket boxes (I want to start collecting pill or snuff boxes exclusively), and fossils, and I used to collect locks of hair. My husband collects vintage books about trains. I have a friend who collects typewriters, another who collects statues of elephants.</p>
<p>Once you’ve decided on your collection, spend hours scouring eBay or Amazon and making a huge wishlist of all the items you want to add to your collection. You probably can’t afford to buy them all, but maybe splash out on just one.</p>
<p><strong>94. Pay off Debt</strong><br />Owing people money stresses me out. I feel like a failure if I haven’t budgeted accordingly to be able to pay for something in cash, or I have to borrow money from a friend.</p>
<p>So sit down and make a plan. Many people find great success in Dave Ramsey’s “Debt Snowball” plan: you write a list of all your debts in order of how much money is left on them. You make sure you’re paying the minimum on each, except for the one with the least amount left to pay back. You throw everything else you’ve got at that payment, and as soon as you’ve paid it off, you throw everything at the next smallest, and so on. It’s not the most cost-effective way (if one of your larger payments has a much higher interest rate) but most of debt repayment is about staying focused, and it’s hard to stay focused if you don’t see any results. Getting rid of each payment is like a little present for all your hard work – you stay motivated.</p>
<p><strong>95. Paddle</strong><br />You can buy a decent-sized wading pool at Wal-mart. Fill it with water (warm or hot) and bubble bath. Pour yourself a glass of wine and have your own private spa in your backyard. I like to do this at night when you can see the stars.</p>
<p><strong>96. Celebrate random holidays</strong><br />You might have realised by now, I’m a big fan of celebrating random and made-up holidays. I’ve written before about remembering <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://steffmetal.com/dimebag-darrell-remember/" >Dimebag Darryl</a></noindex> and <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://steffmetal.com/christmas-heavy-metal/" >having a metal Christmas</a></noindex>, but I’m sure you can think of lots of ideas for random or made-up holidays.</p>
<p>Celebrate the birthdays of your favorite writers, musicians and artists. Celebrate crazy religious holidays – Gala Darling wrote about <noindex><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitterany.ru/goto/http://galadarling.com/article/happy-phagwah-from-new-york"  jquery1268944102706="23">celebrating Holi</a></noindex> – a hindi festival where everyone throws coloured powder over everyone else. It looks like the most fun ever.</p>
<p><strong>97. Let Go of Useless People</strong><br />On a couple of occasions I’ve had to let go of friends who were hurting me. They were good friends and good people and I loved them and didn’t realise what a negative effect they had on my life, until it was too late. Sometimes, loving someone isn’t enough, when they expect you to carry them too.</p>
<p>Let go of the people who cause you pain. Set them free to find themselves. Be the hero – be the person brave enough to say “this isn’t working and it has to end.” Letting those people go was like a huge weight lifting from my chest. I’m a firm believer that if the friendship is meant to be, it will come back, stronger than ever. And ending a friendship doesn’t undo all the wonderful, amazing good times and experiences you had together.</p>
<p><strong>98. Embrace another Culture<br /></strong>Choose a culture or time period you don’t know anything about, but have always been fascinated with, and start reading books and websites. Whether you choose ancient Egypt, Communist Russia, Imperial China, the Maori or the Inuit, start a love affair with another time or place.</p>
<p><strong>99. Mmmmm, Sprinkles</strong><br />Bake a cake for a friend, or for your colleagues at work. For no reason, except “just because”. I find the act of baking theraputic – no matter what’s going on in the world, you still stir the batter, lick the bowl, and make your house smell amazing. Plus, you get to surprise someone with cake.</p>
<p><strong>100. Hug someone</strong><br />I love hugs – they’re my favoritest thing in the whole world. If you hug someone (a friend, a parent, a lover, a stranger), chances are, they’ll hug you back. Yay, hugs for everyone!<br />TIP: If you ever meet me, give me a hug. I will love you forever.</p>
<p><strong>101. Talk to Steff</strong><br />Even if no one else cares, even if no one in the whole wide world wants to listen to you moan or growl or cry or scream or laugh or sob or growl or smile – I do. Shoot me an email at steff@steffmetal.com – I always answer.</p>
<p><strong>Thanks for the fantastic guest post, Steff!</strong> </div>
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