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About a year ago I bought a big jar of multi vitamins.  I was excited to start taking care of myself.  I was going to take one every day just like the directions told me to.  This lasted about a week before I bought something else (maybe bugles?) and just started eating them every day instead. The multi vitamins were pushed farther and farther back in my cabinet until this morning when a bunch of

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The number 5 represents many things from my recent trip to Quebec; The STARS I would give my trip!  (On a scale of 1-4) The 5 phrases I learned in French while Hernando drove us north, The 5 Canadian towns we chose to sleep in, and The 5 pounds I gained in each of those 5 towns, totaling 25 fondue toting LBs I got to bring home as a souvenir. (PLUS SIDE: I did not have to claim them at Customs

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"Why did you take me here?" We were sitting on a park bench over a cobblestone walkway.  His arm rested on the bench behind me as we looked out at the ending stages of an autumn sunset. I rolled a loose stone under the sole of my boot. In front of us was a life-size bronze statue of a boy holding the world at his fingertips. The globe was so delicately attached I worried that a strong wind would

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If I could use one word to describe my family's recent vacation to Disney World, it would have to be more of a picture than an actual word and it's the kind of picture that you have to ask permission to use, if you know what I mean, and I am almost sure that you don't know what I mean, because quite frankly, this picture is so amazing, it really can't be talked about and really should be shown

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I have never noticed much. The phrase, "Nothin’ gets by me" is simply something I have never articulated (I think). The fact is: a lot gets by me. Whether it is the color of my condo I have been living in for 9 months, the name of that guy I should definitely remember or palpable and otherwise completely obvious details to everyone except for Old Sal. I credit my artistic tendencies for this fact

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There was a part of me that didn’t want to buy the chocolate and peanut butter bugles. It was the same part of me that looked with disgust at the woman down the aisle in Target who was almost finished with a party sized bag of lay’s potato chips that we’ll never know whether she ended up purchasing.  I would NEVER eat chips in a store before buying them. No. I waited until the car to

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I am not going to sugar coat this for anyone. You know it.  I know it.   And the guy you caught doing it- He knows it, too.  It's weird to read in the bathroom at work. Yesterday, as I walked out of the lady's room, a certain someone else was walking out of the men's room at that very moment. "Oh hey, Georg- uh" Look down, smile, blush, walking faster. Did my jaw really just drop?  I hope he

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What would the super bowl be without a half-time show?  If there were no half gallons of milk, it would surely go bad.  I'd be willing to bet half my bologna sandwich that half of you out there have a 'better half'. Chances are you forgot.  Forgot to get me the front part of a card, half a gift or a half eaten cake...  It's okay though.  I've come to the realization after years and years of

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My cousin has a cooking blog that she started when she lost her job months before I did.  Yes, I stole the idea.  She used to write in it at least once a week; delicious recipes, blender tips, sharing cookbooks, etc., but she hasn't posted a blog since April 26th.  Do you know why I know this?  It's because I check it every day.  EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.  Sometimes twice. She shows up on my gmail

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Despite my terrible title, I hope you keep reading! This blog posting is dedicated to my wonderful friend, Molly, who played on the 'A' team and taunted me well into our college years about being on the 'B' team in junior high. I joined a soccer league this Spring.  I used to love playing soccer, despite the fact I never made the 'A' team, I played with a great group of girls on the slightly

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTXn7y6y1Nw

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Jazzfest in New Orleans was a different kind of festival than I had been to in the past. I barely saw anyone on hallucinogenics and no one was holding up mushrooms as they walked by you. It was organized with different music tents labeled gospel, jazz, blues and several others and we even used a schedule to decide which shows to hear. I barely saw any dreadlocks and no patchwork pants. There

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Have you ever gone to an island and burnt yourself to a crisp on the first day so badly that you literally cannot face the sun the rest of your vacation resulting in the purchase of an expensive and otherwise useless straw hat sold by a man who guarantees you a two year warranty (a year for each tooth, I'm assuming), and then you found pieces of straw intermittently strewn through your suitcase

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On a nice day it is easy to get lost in the Sharon, Massachusetts’s Memorial Graveyard. This past Thursday it was snowing. The ground was covered in white, each snow flake different, like I imagined each life had been. Looking out in front of me was the same view as looking behind and down and up, all equally white. There was something beautiful about new, fresh powder dancing around old souls.

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Burning redness, aching flesh Wake in the middle of the night                                                         No enlightenment from a thermometer The flashlight holds more might. Cough drops soothe, The night is long Pain meds help, But they’re not strong The night is long, the night is long. All day I drink tea, throw scalding water at my throat For just a time, a short,

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I am finally home from my two week US adventure and it feels pretty nice. Since we last spoke, me and you, I was just leaving Arizona to meet up with Hernando* in San Francisco.  As usual my boyfriend took me on the most fabulous vacation ever.  We spent three night in Point Reyes, a California state park an hour north of San Fran.  The cabin we stayed in was charming to say the least.  It was

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My traveling continued from Chicago to warm, sunny Arizona.  Did I say warm?  My mistake!  It was barely 60 degrees for the three days I was there.  Normally this time of year it is around 75 and totally awesome, and about three weeks ago it was a whopping 95 degrees, but no, not this week, not for ol' Sal.  Oh well, coming from Connecticut and just barely making it on a flight out of Chicago

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Hi All, Sensitive Sal here.  I missed you, too!!! :) I am just leaving my sister's condo in Chicago after spending three great days here including a day out with my Aunt Ellen braving the windy cold going to a Christmas market, and the Sears tower, which is now called Willis Tower because someone bought something and stepped out on the glass ledge with a glass ceiling, glass walls and glass

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Eddie Spaghetti with the meatball eyes,Put him in the oven and you get french fries.Sprinkle on the cheese, if you please, Be careful with the pepper, 'cause you just might sneeze! This song is originally from my cousin Ed's childhood, and now Ed and Carey sing it to their 10 month old baby, Lil' Eddie.  At our annual day after Thanksgiving party, we decided that each year we will come

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I feel the need to mention and honor my dear friend Scott, for not only being an amazing friend and loyal Sally Reader, but for posting the longest, fullest, anecdote-including comment on my blog, EVER. (See DMV entry)  Thank you, Scott.  Also, the wonderful, loyal Becky, my biggest fan out there.  Thank you for your encouragement.  When I don't post, you worry.  When my posts are too short,

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Today I was officially out of bed before 9AM. When I was first laid off I decided to wake up early every morning, and I did, (I swear), but as the days go on, the laziness builds and the drinking gets heavier, the hour I wake gets later and later. My DVR-ed episodes of the original 90210 will wait for me, and there is just not that much more to do. (I woke up to this poster on my ceiling every

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Sometimes I like to keep things simple so I don’t get too attached to something, too spoiled. That is why I refuse to make a lot of money. When my last company offered to double my pay, I said, no, no, kind company, I am comfortable with the way things are. I would not want to buy a lot of really great clothing at all, and I simply enjoy eating lean cuisines, and do not want to get attached to

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Every year since I graduated college my father and I pick a fall day to set out on a road trip and chase the leaves. We use foliage trackers to find peak seasons and have traveled all over the northeast. In the past we have gone to Vermont, New Hampshire, Massachusetts and Connecticut. Our stops have included look out points off spiraling country routes, abandoned barns, fields with cows and

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It has been a whole week since I last blogged, and you guys really let me have it.  The letters that came in demanding more writing have taken over my kitchen counter, the postman is giving me dirty looks now and curious neighbors who seem to think I am important are asking for my autograph.  The phone calls, and drop-in visits to make sure I am alive are truly appreciated, but the fruit baskets

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As you are strolling along on the path of life feeling kind of bad about yourself getting a ton of sympathy The road ahead is long and empty looking to be filled with whatever you could possibly imagine though it is getting harder and harder to stay positive You have found the perfect negative and sarcastic tone for your blog and maybe your life and then all of a sudden... You get a job!!!

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Flu Shot...to get or not to get. That is the question. Is it our moral responsibility to have one? Does that only apply if you have children? Unfortunately, staying home during the day, I have the ability to tune into "The View" and listen to the women fight over getting the flu shot versus not. Now, this would not be an issue for me, as I would normally pretend I never watched "The View" (and

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Visit the Guggenheim Museum in New York City.  Start at the top of the spiraling ramp and look over the edge into an abiss of white and art and tourists.  Appreciate Kandinsky and your free headset while commenting with an old friend on a Tuesday.  Mid week, drive a few hours to see a cousin, have a sleepover and drink red wine.  Try a new restaurant and laugh until the sun comes up. Take

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I had been down this road everyday for the past three years on my way to work, and before that I lived in the area my entire life.  For some strange reason I just could not find the U-haul place.  I never remembered seeing a sign for it and I did not see one this day, as I drove back and forth looking for address 352.   There was a house labeled 355.  U-turn.  There was a 349 address.  U-turn. 

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Hypothesis- Malls Are Sad Places During Work Hours Experiment- As much as I hate the over-crowded hustle and bustle of a late afternoon weekend trip to the mall, today's early afternoon trip just felt eerie.  I could hear each unemployed step I took down the empty walkways, and I felt bad for myself every time I turned to my friend to make fun of an outfit in a store window.  This was mainly

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"Yo, look it up dude.  If you put that Sh*t in the ground, a f**king mushroom grows," Ah the sweet sounds of college students.  This is an actual quote coming from a group of boys I passed on my way to see the career counselor at my alma mater.  I wonder what kind of mushrooms they were referring to.  Portobello most likely. Coming from an insurance company, a university is like an alternate

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As my house filled with the smell of pumpkin and ginger, I could not help but reflect on fall.  A season of change.  The only season awarded not one, but two names.  It is crisp and efficient and if you do not plan, if you do not get outside to experience its wonders, if you blink, the leaves are already on the ground.  Fall is our chance to transition from summer's easy living to the harsh winds

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When I first heard about the drama going on in my old work place, I could actually feel the stress start to creep through my veins.  It started in my back and traveled up to my neck where I used to get sore from sitting and staring at a screen all day.  My legs felt restless from hours of crossing and uncrossing them at meetings.  My fingers began to ache from typing reports and I remembered the

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Today I went for an adventure hike with my friend, Melissa.  I call it an adventure hike because you start out with just an idea of how the day will go, and end up far from that.  You take risks and get lost and for a second are not quite sure you know the way back.  Then you look at your friend picking up a snake "to save it from being stepped on" and you know you are in good hands.  I

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I had already decided that yesterday and today would be my goof-off days.  Just relax and enjoy your freedom, I said to myself.  You deserve a break from harsh reality.  Next week you will dive into your future.  Next week you will find yourself.  Next week everything will fall into place.*  Well, it's hard to do nothing! I woke up early**, visited with my cousin in the morning, made some

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I used to rip my calendar's last month's pictures out and hang them in my cubicle.  A polar bear family, a lone wolf, an African sunset, a hot air balloon, palm trees in the tropics, anything that made me smile, and made my co-workers smile...  This is one of many tell tale signs I might not belong in corporate America. Last night I was cleaning out my cube and I began to take down each picture

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I went into my last Human Resources meeting with a pretty good attitude. I was pretty much fresh out of tears having already filled up two buckets that morning. So, I went in smiling. Lorie, my representative, was smiling as well and very kind. We soon found out we had grown up on the very same street, although 15 years apart. I even enjoyed this fact as she handed me my final packet to sign. We

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Isn't it funny how you spend all your time looking for a job, only to get one and then immediately begin to say things like, "Is it Monday already?" and "The weekend just went by too quickly." "Always does, Joe, always does." (laughs by the water cooler) Joe is every co-worker you and I ever had, by the way. Take a freaking vacation day, Joe. In the end no one is going to care that you slept til

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Not that it matters... wahh wahhh. Okay, I'm done being a Deb Downer!! Today I am making a list. 1. Make a list 2. Exercise 3. Cook for friends/family 4. Find a job 5. Enjoy my time off 6. Volunteer 7. Chase the leaves 8. Visit my friends and family across the country, and close by. Any other suggestions, guys?? I want to head down the right path.

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This probably does not sound so crazy to you, but I do not drink mid-work day on a regular basis. It makes me tired mostly, not to mention the act of "holding it together" when you are tipsy is incredibly hard. (Yes, I did mention one beer and tipsy in the same blog) Of course, this is no regular day. Today Human Resources paid me a visit. Oh, HR, thank you for stopping by. You never

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At least I think I did. It was so casual that he may have been scratching his neck. Judging from the fact that he was middle aged and in a blue minivan, I'm going to guess it was the finger. Also, I cut him off. Driving is hard before coffee. Anyway, when it actually 'hurt my feelings' that this nameless, faceless, minivan driving, sad little man gave me the finger- it struck me just how

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