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1) These scenes (they count as one right? It's like buy one get one free) are my favorite out of It's A Wonderful Life (which may be one of my favorite movies).</div>
It somehow manages to be hilarious and romantic all at the same time. I want to dance with someone into a pool and then have them ask me if I want the moon. (There actually was a girl who got the moon. She bullied a boy she was dating to steal some moon dust from NASA where he was working. Then she swallowed it. True story.)<br />
The robe part not so much. I feel like that might be a little awkward. Anyway, I'll stop talking so you can actually watch the thing.<br />
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4) This is another cry and laugh movie. What's more it had my sister doing both within the first five minutes with this scene. It's sweet, charming, and I just love Up! I'm planning on being Ellie next Halloween with the badge, ballon and adventure book. But here's possibly the best part of the movie.</div>
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5) I took a bit of a break after that one and thought about what other movie should be in my list. My subconscious started chanting Cold Comfort Farm. No, really it did. I'm a little hesitant about this because let me tell you something: Cold Comfort Farm is really weird. You either really like it or it may creep you out. I managed to find a compilation of those scenes. "I'd take her too but she's gloomy." Is my mom's favorite line.</div>
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6) If you haven't seen Rear Window then you won't get why this clip so, so agghhh. This is one of my dad's favorite movies. It's a Hitchcock but not the caught-in-the-shower-by-a-psycho-killer one. It's stars Jimmy Stewart as a injured journalist recovering in an average apartment building where he snoops on his neighbors. Then, of course, one of his neighbors kills his wife. The movie is Jimmy Stewart trying to convince people that this man has murdered his wife. He's answering a call from his detective friend when the line goes silent and he realizes it's the guy. The thing is, he's in a wheelchair so he can't really go anywhere. He has to wait for him. Meanwhile you die of suspense.</div>
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7) The Emporer's New Groove is one of my favorite movies. It makes me laugh in clever ways. Like the random trampoline that just happens to be there conveniently for the sake of the plot. I love that they don't try to hide the plot device. At all. And the tiny, purty kitty. Ha! </div>
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<br />Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-77803972144638139322012-12-14T00:02:00.001-08:002012-12-14T00:02:26.861-08:00HelloHi there.<br />
I feel like I've been neglecting you. The last time I came on I posted about Tai Shan Pandas. Um, yes. So I decided to come on and tell you hello again. But I do have somewhat of an excuse. School. Pep band. School. I'm telling you for some reason they feel like they need my time. The nerve.<br />
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Also Christmas is coming! We have our christmas tree, we've put the lights on and dad has already started putting on the mandatory recorded fireplace on TV.<br />
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AND the best news of all...<br />
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Marissa. Is. Coming.<br />
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I'm kinda sorta excited. The last time she came home from Provo she brought a crane leg basket with her. I'll leave you to decipher this for yourself. Anyway, I'm really, really, really, really excited. This Christmas is going to be ridiculously, bongdingdongulously wonderful.<br />
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As far as other news my dad got an iphone5. As far as other news go my dad's iphone5 now has at least 10 megabites (whatever that means) full of pictures and videos of my feet and the back of his head. Hehe. He still doesn't knows.<br />
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Anyway, I'm so glad we've had this chat.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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Elle<br />
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<br />Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-10303532993694074482012-07-23T14:39:00.001-07:002012-07-23T14:39:38.316-07:00Tai Shan - Pandas - explore<a href="http://explore.org/#!/live-cams/player/china-panda-cam-4">Tai Shan - Pandas - explore</a><br />
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Check it out. If you share or like you'll be donating a dollar.Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-39268133154863501842012-07-04T13:45:00.001-07:002012-07-04T13:52:35.581-07:00OPERATION: SummerGuys, it's here. Everything is pointing to it. My family has gone to every movie we can get our hands on. Even Snow White and the Huntsman. And yes, we even busted out our scrabble set. That's how you <i>know <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">it's summer. We've been strolling through Waikiki. We even ate out at Roy's. Which means half of our summer budget is gone. All I can say about it is</span></i><br />
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It's that good.<br />
We've also been enjoying the beach. Sunset, Three Tables, Shark's Cove, Waikiki our family's hit them all. Last night we jammed into our car (Mocha is not the most space conscious of dogs) and made our way to Hale'iwa. We wandered to an almost empty beach. It was probably one of the most wonderful evenings I've had all summer. My dad and I plied on our snorkels, squeezed on our fins and began snorkeling... until Mocha decided she wanted to snorkel too. I won't talk about it too much... it was very emotional. I kept on getting her almost to shore before she would turn back and swim (if swim's the word to use it was more like water galloping) to my dad. It involved me screaming Mocha quite a few times. When we finally got her back to the beach and to my mom and sister my dad and I had a quite an adventurous snorkel. We swam right next to the biggest turtle either of us had ever seen before heading further out and encountering an eel. It was quite large and was giving us pretty clear signals to get off it's property. I was only too happy to comply. Eels have always reminded me of the grumpy neighbor I've never had. Come on, don't tell me you've never had the grumpy neighbor daydreams! Mine usually involve a retired cowboy with no teeth, plenty of whiskers, and a faithful shotgun lying by his side.<br />
Annnnnyyyyywwwwwhhhhhoooo.<br />
Moral of the story is that snorkeling was amazing. The reef was colorful, and the visibility wonderful once you got out. We headed back to the beach where mom and Deane were reading books. We ordered a take out for a restaurant nearby via phone and enjoyed the sunset while my dad picked it up. And <b>it</b> was amazing. If you ever come to Hawai'i you need to pick yourself up and sprint to Hale'iwa Eats. It's not as good as Roy's but less expensive and very fun.<br />
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We found ourselves a blue picnic table by the ocean picked up our chopsticks and ate their Ginger Salad, Shrimp with Peanut Sauce and Rice, Shrimp Pad Thai, and a Green Curry we're saving for today's lunch. We had a wonderful time talking and eating and watching the sun slip away.<br />
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By the way have a wonderful Independence Day. Watch Where Eagles Dare, drink Rootbeer, and watch fireworks. It truly is a blessing to live in a free country!<br />
<br />Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-79849664325645077832012-03-30T22:18:00.004-07:002012-03-30T22:30:11.229-07:00A Day in which I do Horrible Things Like Stay Home From School and Eat Frozen YogurtI have allergies.<br />
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Hah! You thought I was excuse-less didn't you! An excuse for staying home and reading books and eating yogurt.<br />
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This yogurt.<br />
It is clinically proven that Ono Yo's frozen yogurt destroys the allergy cells, which causes your throat itch pretty bad, which causes you to stay home from school.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Despite what you may think I did<i> </i>do <i>something</i> that<i> </i>qualifies me for staying home. At 11:00 my mom and I made our way to the doctor's office where I sat on a doctor-office-green chair reading the Smithsonian while giving extremely strong mind messages to whoever would be treating me to not give me a shot. And, when the nurse came and brought us into the wall-papered doctor's private office, I gave extremely strong mind messages there. My temperature was taken, I aaaawwwweeeed for the wooden stick holding my tongue down, and then it came. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Did we already check for mono last time?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I assured the nurse that yes, yes we did. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"I think we better do it again. Sorry about that."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Do not ever believe the books that tell you that mind messages work. Those things are liars. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If the doctor's office was not associated with gleaming sharp things going in my skin and medicine being diagnosed that tasted like the pink color it was I think I would like it. There's always faint music escaping from under the door of the- I don't know what to call it, the place doctors and nurses go when they're not treating patients place. This time it was swing music with trumpets hooting and saxophones yawning. As I contemplated the fact that soon a needle would be in my skin one of the nurses sang to the music,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Why, why, why, whyyyy?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Do you think the doctor's office believes in irony? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Also, the most important reason I like it are the people. Most of them I've known my whole life. They've always been wonderful to me. When I was little they littered me with multi-colored stickers. Now they ask what grade I'm in, do I like my classes, and laugh with me. They also gave me my stitches from the time I had to get a mole removed and they heard it was the first stitches in our family. What I'm trying to say is they're fantastic people.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The good news was that testing for mono does not mean prolonged blood draws like I was envisioning.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The bad news is it does mean finger pricking. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The good news is that, apparently I'm not nearly as bad as I used to be taking shots. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The bad news is that this simply means that I do not cry or shout at the top of my lungs anymore. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The good news is that I don't have mono, I don't have strep, and I don't even have cancer. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The bad news is that I seem to be allergic to dust.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I was saying, after this my mom and I went to get yogurt. Which happens to be right across from my school. Which made me feel slightly guilty. I felt like I was betraying my classmates by dipping my purple spoon in that raspberry frozen yogurt. Somehow I was able to forget most of my guilt as I licked the spoon. Because school was almost out I didn't go to my last period even though I didn't have strep, or mono, or cancer. I did go to writer's club. And no, classmates that saw me walking through town after I didn't go to school I was not skipping. I was just staying home from school doing horrible things like reading books and eating frozen yogurt. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Clinically proven frozen yogurt, mind you.</div>Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-73929821412971452512012-02-25T17:30:00.001-08:002012-02-25T17:32:15.010-08:00Poeticness I apoligize in advance. I am feeling poetic. If you are confused by this term let me clarify. I'll ramble about the skies color for a few unchecked sentences and then, feeling satisfied with my proper dramafication of the cosmos, tell you about my very uneventful and unpoetic day (the sky by the way is a timid blue with deep, set clouds).<br />
Or maybe I won't. After all, I'm feeling poetic I might do anything.<br />
Or I might, just maybe, go against my standards and actually stick to the subject which I put next to the demanding Title and angry semi-colon. I make no promises.<br />
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I once decided that I'd like to learn a poem for every moment. A poem for when I looked at the cloud whispering mountains outside of our kitchen window, a poem for sunny days, a poem for stormy nights. I have memorized a few poems amongst them this poem by Jack Prelutsky.<br />
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Never, never disagree<br />
with a shark,<br />
beneath the sea,<br />
lest you feel a sudden crunch,<br />
and discover you are lunch.<br />
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I'm so glad that I have a poem for that type of situation.<br />
My favorite poet is Pablo Neruda, although I do love Jack Prelutsky and his whimsical rhymes. But with Pablo Neruda I feel like words are delicacies to be spoken in a rich whisper of a voice. This poem, In the Wave Strike Over Unquiet Stones, makes my heart soar. And for a dramatic affect listen to this as you read:<br />
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the brightness bursts and bears the rose<br />
and the ring of water contracts to a cluster<br />
to one drop of azure brine that falls.<br />
O magnolia radiance breaking in spume,<br />
magnetic voyager whose death flowers<br />
and returns, eternal, to being and nothingness:<br />
shattered brine, dazzling leap of the ocean.<br />
Merged, you and I, my love, seal the silence<br />
while the sea destroys its continual forms,<br />
collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness,<br />
because in the weft of those unseen garments<br />
of headlong water, and perpetual sand,<br />
we bear the sole, relentless tenderness<br />
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</span>Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-1149745507535946862012-01-29T21:56:00.000-08:002012-01-29T21:58:07.215-08:00Of Robin Hood and Burnt PizzaNOTE: The following happened two days ago.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"> It is my parent’s anniversary today. I went off to school with the knowledge that when I would turn into our driveway and hop off my bike looking like a sweaty Tomato… with brown hair they would be on a date. However, when I did hop off my bike after a very normal day of school our unwashed white car was still in the driveway. They were deciding on which restaurant to go to. They decided on Le Bistro (this was decided immediately after my mom heard rustic used as an adjective). With a frozen pepperoni sausage pizza in the freezer and Netflix a comfortable click away they left. I ended up watching Mao’s Last Dancer. And yes, I did trot around the house doing “ballet” (which means swirling in crooked circles and attempting to point my toes while opening the fridge for an apple). Although I loved oooohhhhing at the ballet shown I was rather disappointed in the movie itself. I had high expectations that were not exactly gratified. Halfway between the movie my sister called and as I talked and laughed with her as I put the Pizza in the oven. Some things the world should know about Dean and I are:</div><div class="MsoNormal">We are both obsessed with Doctor Who.</div><div class="MsoNormal">We are both made fun of our obsession with Doctor Who by my dad. </div><div class="MsoNormal">We are five years a part.</div><div class="MsoNormal">We both have inside jokes with our friends having to do with bubbles. </div><div class="MsoNormal">She once convinced me that when I was little I had a shark tooth. </div><div class="MsoNormal">We both love singing and constantly did it while washing the dishes.</div><div class="MsoNormal">We are best friends.</div><div class="MsoNormal">We talked for about thirty minutes before she had to do yoga and I had to go make a discovery: I had left the pizza in for thirty minutes. Throughout our conversation the thought had occurred to me that it was a long twelve minutes (I had set the timer for this time) but I assured myself that the timer was set and the buzzer would ring any second. Well I had set the timer, but for twelve hours. My pizza was a little burnt. Correction, my pizza was a lot burnt. Something everyone should know about me:</div><div class="MsoNormal">I’m really good at burning things.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Still, the pizza was OK. The Pepperoni was not black and the cheese not charred. So I ate it while I skimmed through the last bit of Mao’s Last Dancer and ate some more while I started BBC’s version of Robin Hood. I actually kind of like it. I actually very much like Much. He and his multi-colored sweater crack me up every five minutes. Anyway, that’s it for now.</div>Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-81727015781612731452011-11-15T16:01:00.000-08:002011-11-15T16:51:10.181-08:00China<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You must know this post is actually an excuse to show some wonderful photos my dad took in China. He truly is an amazing photographer. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I went to China in 2006 just after 2nd grade with another family and a group of college students. Culture shock. Major culture shock. I love flipping to that bouquet of memories; listening to the world soccer tournaments with the children of the other family, eating at the Jin Mao Tower (which my sister has decided she will own someday), staring at the timer pronouncing the days, hours, and minutes until the Olympics. Remembering the gray-haired man who opened the gate to the Fudan Da Shwei dorms we stayed at. Getting off that plane definitely changed how I saw a lot of things. What a blessing it was have that experience</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my sister at the Great Wall. I can't tell you how it was because....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">.....(sniff, sniff) unfortunately (sniff once again) my mom and I were blowing our nose in a Beijing motel... it was a miserable place to be sick.With the help of a nature show we somehow survived. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course like all tourists seem to be required to, we went to the Forbidden City. And no, I am not attempting to swing dance. As a seven year old I could not resist (alright I admit it, I probably still would not be able to resist) getting a picture of me "running for my life" in the forbidden city. We have one of me pretending to shield my face of a sword but I spared you the sight.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am still very proud that I took this picture of my dad. I wasn't feeling very well that particular day and, as our tour guide explained to us, I needed to take it easy because I might have a deadly disease that was going around China. With that said my dad and I broke off from the group and mosied around the city at our own pace. It was wonderful. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Throughout the whole trip we were asked to take pictures. At the time I wasn't too fond of the whole take pictures with strangers thing but now as I see the pictures I'm glad we had the opportunity to get them... despite the awkwardness.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVY3wMUCSb6K9xTNs1GByqXlP0iwRyCGAPK7-vJiD5fKhHS7Aq1HH7mG1MW_bQmH7ipae5JSaGm_JaIoTt9e5YAlzEHmNpb3U3-GIuYicjsM9zZmiTt_00WbEcoenVn7fuCZfRX-rCBFU7/s1600/178_7858.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVY3wMUCSb6K9xTNs1GByqXlP0iwRyCGAPK7-vJiD5fKhHS7Aq1HH7mG1MW_bQmH7ipae5JSaGm_JaIoTt9e5YAlzEHmNpb3U3-GIuYicjsM9zZmiTt_00WbEcoenVn7fuCZfRX-rCBFU7/s320/178_7858.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">China is such a beautiful place. I think we were at an Emporer's summer garden when this was taken. I wish I had a summer garden.... and a rocket.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNkrIRnJeMx_HJKmOkOoCFq5vR6FdttMD0slNA8dSDvqYwm0Dgy5EYdrsPzDP2DKgyNyanPVhAk-NXJKtuChbnGcKYGfb3IVbbGgDTYNLUSea-azxBip2t17N8QbImEQxQpcDGc7-mYQr/s1600/178_7859.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNkrIRnJeMx_HJKmOkOoCFq5vR6FdttMD0slNA8dSDvqYwm0Dgy5EYdrsPzDP2DKgyNyanPVhAk-NXJKtuChbnGcKYGfb3IVbbGgDTYNLUSea-azxBip2t17N8QbImEQxQpcDGc7-mYQr/s320/178_7859.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It seems as if this gate should have a sonnet dedicated to it's bricks and meaning. It's curve of magnificence and weeping willow splendor.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rtOHMBtb00v5xev2F7tUA5TLoBTbGi2PvI_geBXA8BZTUw2Jvwb0tKOTTZUPIXjyurkkxoZKCVfAHsPr7YzM3MV3C4DXhVbG6k3Wx4VjP4gSoxAECskoHhE9VV4B_T0NQKOhiTv95vOl/s1600/178_7863.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rtOHMBtb00v5xev2F7tUA5TLoBTbGi2PvI_geBXA8BZTUw2Jvwb0tKOTTZUPIXjyurkkxoZKCVfAHsPr7YzM3MV3C4DXhVbG6k3Wx4VjP4gSoxAECskoHhE9VV4B_T0NQKOhiTv95vOl/s320/178_7863.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We ate. Oh, the spices and tickles of the tongue. Even my french fry loving self could recognize that I was partaking art.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If you are to go on you must know that I have an absurd fondness of taking pictures of feet. I know, it scares me too. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were many things that I wasn't used to in China. The taxi advertisements made it on the list (but then again I'm not used to taxis in general.) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Apparently I was a little glad we ate. </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgry0aFUTfnaD_r3ywGrvPqPX49Jh_MBPMmNRqunCa8xp9OIutYlo_mo2aRuuT-ZwekY0NqzkTUMDmz7c60X3Ir0KSUG5PDVNR5GVSBtlf0_cZQH4cF8V93eClFd7ufTtKZ7QPX2_O1Yfxi/s1600/176_76731.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgry0aFUTfnaD_r3ywGrvPqPX49Jh_MBPMmNRqunCa8xp9OIutYlo_mo2aRuuT-ZwekY0NqzkTUMDmz7c60X3Ir0KSUG5PDVNR5GVSBtlf0_cZQH4cF8V93eClFd7ufTtKZ7QPX2_O1Yfxi/s320/176_76731.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guess who took this picture?<br />
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China has such a beautiful, vivid culture. That I was able to taste a little of its richness (both literally and vice versa) I will count my lucky stars on.... and planets for that matter.</td></tr>
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1. You must always come up with a strange, little nickname for your husband.<br />
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Don't ask me why. Unfortantely, I am lacking in this area as I have no husband. I should do something about this. Hmmmmm. Anyone seen the non-animated version of Hiccup around?<br />
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2. You must have a quirky/absurdly cute dog or cat.<br />
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I promise that I do but my computer is being mean and not allowing me to upload any pictures of them.<br />
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3. You must be or know someone who has mad skills in baking.<br />
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Check. My sister has skills that are beyond mad.<br />
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4. You must have hands.<br />
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What can I say guys. Seems kinda important.<br />
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If anyone wants to add to the list feel free. Until then good night, and good luck.Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-24214411119206693832011-09-11T13:43:00.000-07:002011-09-11T20:10:24.016-07:00WARNING: The Heiress may brake heart and inflict severe damage on your brain. Watch with handkerchief and caution. It was one of those Saturdays that demanded TCM be turned on (if you don't know what TCM stands for I'm ashamed of you). So being obedient people we flipped to the wonderful channel. It was a Montgomery Clift marathon day. We should've known better than to watch any of his films, they're slightly depressing. Ok, they're really depressing. But how could I resist the beginning-of-an-old-movie music? And the roaring lion? I couldn't. Anyway I'll stop boring you and get on with the reasons you should never, ever watch The Heiress.<br />
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</div><div>1. It has good acting-</div><div>Normally I count this as a good sign. But when the movie is horribly depressing it is a very bad, bad thing. </div><div><br />
</div><div>2. They make you like the characters-</div><div>At the beginning she's a sweet woman who has absolutely no social understanding and an absurdley large amount of money. He is a man with an horrible hairdo and a charming personality-a fatal combination. Their meeting place is a crowded ball where she is set on impressing her father with her social skills. Of course, she butchers the whole thing and he's a sweet heart about it... even with his horrible hairdo. The point is you like both she and he. You want them to get together. And.... and you'll see.<br />
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3, They get engaged in the first 20 minutes of the show-<br />
This is when I knew something was wrong. Very wrong. They're supposed to secretly (did you hear me movie writer's... SECRETLY.) like each other. <i>Then</i> some misunderstanding comes that seperates them and freezes their thriving relationship. <i>Then</i> they figure out what happened and forgive each other. <i>Then</i> they get engaged... at the end of the movie. Let me say that again; at the <b><i>END</i></b> of the movie.<br />
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4. He's a jerk-<br />
Ok, so your secret suspicion has been right all along. He was courting her just for her money. Just for her money! When her father "disinherits" her because he doesn't approve of their relationship he abandons her. He is a jerk. I strongly dislike him.<br />
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5. She turns into a bitter, stiff, rich woman-<br />
Her father dies. She refuses to go to his funeral. She is cold. She is cruel. She is nasty.<br />
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6. He comes back-<br />
...with a mustache. He begs her forgiveness and gives a weak explanation for his leaving. He couldn't let her lose her inheritance. She informs him that it was actually a test. He proclaims he had know way of knowing... I strongly dislike him. Anyway, she eventually tells him that she can love him once again. They plan to get married that night and he skips away to pack... I strongly dislike him. As he leaves those fateful steps she locks the doors and draws the curtains. When he returns and finds that the door is locked he pounds on the door, screaming her name. She walks up the stairs ignoring the pitiful cries, taking a lantern with her that leaves him in darkness.<br />
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The end.<br />
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(Shudder)<br />
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Never, ever watch it.<br />
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</div>Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-35331667113279827132011-08-18T19:28:00.000-07:002011-08-27T17:23:17.652-07:00Growing Up (or lack of) There is a mandatory time in every girls life. It is the time when you're a baby-tooth-grinning-five-year-old. It is when you try on Mom's high heels. You parade through the house delighting in the little clicking sound that follows you. You show everyone what your feet occupy, not waltzing away until you get the mandatory "You look like your fourteen in those." The problem is one candle filled birthday after another comes and you wear high heels again. Only they aren't moms. They're yours.<br />
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Growing up is scary. Too scary. As a baby-tooth-grinning-five-year-old I was only too happy to grow up. It meant make-up and cars and... high heels and... and... other super, super, super cool stuff! What happened to my enthusiasm. As a preteen I promised myself I would not, for all the doughnuts in the world, come down with teen symptoms (NOTE: My sister is a definite exception!) You know the usuals. The rolling of eyes, treating siblings like annoying cats, etc. But here I am a teenager and I hate to admit it but my temperatures running high. I have to stop myself. There's more. From what I hear it just keeps going. Growing up. It doesn't stop after your 20 or 80 it just keeps on going. More symptoms, more broken promises to myself.<br />
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Of course, as all stories (except, apparently Chinese) have to have happy endings there is the fact that growing up is always better than growing down. Or staying the same for that matter. So here's my conclusion (I know science teachers I'm making you proud) we can enjoy growing up and all the quirks it offers us. Laugh at the quirks, it seems to make you feel better. Be wise in how you grow and always be considerate of the people and objects (lets not forget doughnuts) around you. There, my piece of pretend wisdom is out. I can go complete the evil homework my teachers have presented for this weekend in peace.Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-63852633632787026252011-08-05T23:24:00.000-07:002011-08-05T23:38:57.579-07:00Something like Hulahoops<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><img alt="hulahoop.jpg" src="webkit-fake-url://E168D9BD-FF77-4093-98FF-0A1E27FBBF64/hulahoop.jpg" /></div><br />
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I once stood upon a gritty cement driveway and hula hooped. Someone was watching a movie inside. Gun shots fired from an emotionless sound speaker. There's a place in my brain waiting for days like that. When I can bust out my multi-colored hula hoop and place my feet upon a driveway as colorless as Dr. Seus's books aren't. When the tiles in our hall kiss my feet with cool breezy lips. When Lollipops flutter through my unkempt thoughts with daffodil wings. When the breeze waltzs with my curtains. A day. A day that's something like hulahoops.Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-10219648642416245532011-07-14T13:58:00.000-07:002011-07-14T18:11:18.620-07:00Riiiiight.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I understand that one of these days I should introduce myself or something, but who wants to hear about Limsy Hardwitt when they can hear about Kronk. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> That's right. Kronk. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(we can forgive him this once), </span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">talks to </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">squirrels, </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and has his own theme song. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> love you Kronk. If, while watching </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">this video you have a sudden urge to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">give a standing ovation, go ahead. I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">commend you. In fact I'll clap with you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img alt="27062_1215294620809_450_300.jpg (450×300)" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/quiz/27062_1215294620809_450_300.jpg" /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMSHOPkcVv8</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Not so much.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div>Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253383326475182317.post-930538221730366772011-07-14T13:08:00.000-07:002011-07-14T13:11:48.567-07:00Dramatic Drum Roll<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ok, readers (if they're are any) we had better get this done with. Yep, that's right the official stuff. The stuff everybody skips. The (dramatic drum roll) Terms of Agreement.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I, (state your name)</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">do hereby agree to all the terms below. If I infringe upon any of the following terms I will be expelled from The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. </span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Term one: Any time I pronounce the official name of this blog I will pronounce it like the guy in The King and I.</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Term two: Under </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">NO </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">circumstances will I make fun of the author's last name (and for that matter first name).</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Term three: I will not judge the author of this blog by their spelling.</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Term four: The author of this blog cannot think of any other terms.</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well done! You got through The (dramatic drum roll) Terms of Agreement. I hereby give you forty points. </span></span>Edlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13301067327741734521noreply@blogger.com0