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<title><![CDATA[The Smile Test]]></title>
<link>http://100things100days.wordpress.com/2009/12/11/the-smile-test/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 07:07:40 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>C</dc:creator>
<guid>http://100things100days.wordpress.com/2009/12/11/the-smile-test/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[The smile test is the quintessential decluttering tool to help make decision about things. Being sur]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>The smile test is the quintessential decluttering tool to help make decision about things.</p>
<p>Being surrounded by friends and family during my decluttering whirl winds would be awesome. I imagine that I would hold up a pair of leopard print shoes, and like in the days of the roman gladiators, my crowd of supporters would roar; Yay or Nah! Thumbs up, keep it. Thumbs down, it goes.</p>
<p>After reading  Sue Kay’s book, No More Clutter, I’ve realized I have my own little decision-making Coliseum, right on my face: it’s my smile.</p>
<p>I’ve found this test is excellent for sentimental items. All those old childhood toys, teenage diaries, photos, cards and jewelery. When decision-making becomes difficult, like when I start thinking about how my Mother regrets burning all her teenage diaries, I just look at it and reflect on how it makes me feel. It’s then easy to tell whether you’re hanging onto things for the wrong reasons (guilt, obligation, laziness etc), because there’s no smile on your dial.</p>
<p>I’m currently using this technique to decide which sentimental items I’ll keep for my memory box. And using my list, rather than physically going through the items, has helped me decide more rationally which items are significant and worth treasuring and which items are things in my life but not needed for my future happiness.</p>
<p>The sentimental (or things not used on a daily basis) items that won the beauty pageant smile contest are:</p>
<ol>
<li>Book – Frida Kahlo</li>
<li>Photo album – childhood</li>
<li>Pink crystal</li>
<li>Tiger stone</li>
<li>Jewelry – childhood unicorn</li>
<li>Jewelry – childhood silver bangle</li>
<li>Jewelry – teenage Celtic ring</li>
<li>Pile of cards and letters</li>
<li>Toy – teddy &#8216;roobear&#8217;</li>
<li>Toy – tiny dance skirt</li>
<li>Diary – 1997</li>
<li>First bank book</li>
<li>Race ribbons</li>
<li>Tiny shells in tiny box</li>
<li>Photo with Dad when I was 3</li>
</ol>
<p>I still need to down size some of these things. I don’t need a whole pile of race ribbons or letters to bring a smile to my face. Just a few of the best.</p>
<p>Once I see how much space these things take up, I’m going to buy a special ‘memories box’ to store them in.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[How to organise a decluttering session]]></title>
<link>http://100things100days.wordpress.com/2009/12/07/how-to-organise-a-decluttering-session/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 09:49:18 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>C</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[To accompany my decluttering journey I&#8217;m reading Sue Kay&#8217;s book; No More Clutter. Today ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>To accompany my decluttering journey I&#8217;m reading Sue Kay&#8217;s book; No More Clutter. Today I read about her &#8216;twelve point decluttering plan&#8217;. This plan is about tackling one messy cluttery problem area. Most of my challenge isn&#8217;t about mess, its about reducing the personal items I own in order to live and be happy. But I still have some problem areas; a small table with a draw which I use to hold my handbag and my bedside table which has three draws, one filled to the brim with paper.</p>
<p>Of course I just got stuck in and started trying to clean it up with out following Sue&#8217;s advice from previous chapters about &#8216;gathering your supplies&#8217; together. She suggests getting a rubbish bin, a recycling bin, a charity bin and a relocation basket in the area before you start &#8211; once I set this up the process of decision making became so streamlined. I realised that previously I was wasting time and getting side tracked by walking in and out of the room relocating objects as I went along. Putting all those things (pens, medicine packets, bank statements, kitchen supplies, paint chips etc) in a basket to re distribute after was a great time saver.</p>
<p>Now I have a very zen draw with just the things I need for my handbag (keys, sunglasses, lip tint etc) plus I found two old cheques which I&#8217;ll bank this week (bonus $25). I also found a gift voucher for $30 which had a one year expiration and ran out a month ago. I was temped to put it in my purse and try and haggle with the shop keeper to use it, but I haven&#8217;t found a need to buy something from that shop in a year and I don&#8217;t really want to add more to my list right now so I just let it be and put it in the recycling bin.</p>
<p>This was a bit difficult for me because I&#8217;m a Frugal Horder. That&#8217;s one of No More Clutter&#8217;s eight hording types. It&#8217;s about getting perceived value from an item. She say&#8217;s;</p>
<blockquote><p><em>Once you&#8217;ve spent money it&#8217;s spent. No amount of guilt will change this fact. Last year as you wandered down the high street those silver sandals called out to you. Ok, you only wore them once, they hurt your feet and don&#8217;t go with any thing in your wardrobe. But you keep them because they cost you over a $100.</em></p></blockquote>
<p><em><span style="font-style:normal;">Obviously I feel I wasted the gift vouchers, but I also feel bad about throwing out cosmetics if they&#8217;re not empty, or getting rid of useful art supplies even when I don&#8217;t use them.  Sue&#8217;s solution for the Frugal type is to try and cut your loses or recoup some of the cost by on-selling your things. </span></em></p>
<p>Collectively from the two draws I threw out a singlet top and two eye cream jars. I&#8217;ve also put a side a number of items to give away and ebay, but I&#8217;m not going to count these things until they leave the house.</p>
<p>Items: 492</p>
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<title><![CDATA[100 Things]]></title>
<link>http://jasonhall.com/2009/11/28/100-things/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 00:56:29 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Jason Hall</dc:creator>
<guid>http://jasonhall.com/2009/11/28/100-things/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[About eight months after becoming a quadriplegic, I was enduring a particularly difficult time.  I’d]]></description>
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<p>About eight months after becoming a quadriplegic, I was enduring a particularly difficult time.  I’d been blessed, and up to that time hadn’t really gone through and depression of any kind.  But, now it seemed as though things were beginning t mount.   I was more frustrated, depressed and discouraged and down than I had ever been since the accident.</p>
<p>I had been taught often about of the power of gratitude in the home I grew up in, and felt that if I had any chance to find a way out of the darkness my feelings had brought with them, it would be in large part because of some increase in my own gratitude.</p>
<p>In an effort to find a way to feel blessed, I pulled out a piece of notebook paper from my backpack and numbered it to 100.  I felt like 100 would be a lot, but nothing that couldn’t be easily handled in 15-20 minutes.</p>
<p>I was right—about the first 25.  They were simple and easy.  They were the big ones—stuff like family and friends, where I lived and what I had.</p>
<p>The second 25 took a little more thought.  The third 25 really made me think.  And, at 16, in order to finish the last 25, I wrote down anything I could see.  I was thankful for stuff like light bulbs, pencils, and the tacks that held up the posters in my room.</p>
<p>In fact, Number 99 on my list was the fact that I could pick my nose. (For more about that read <a href="http://jasonhall.com/2008/11/26/number-99/" target="_blank">here</a>.)</p>
<p>It took the entire afternoon and most of the evening, but, when I was finished, I had my list.  Just having it in my hands made me more grateful; and by being more grateful, I began to feel the beginnings of a more positive attitude.</p>
<p>Through the next weeks and months, every time I felt down or depressed, frustrated or fraught with negativity, I pulled out my list—and each time I read my list, I started concentrating on what I did have and quit worrying about what I didn’t.  This new tool helped me to see the best and forget the worst.</p>
<p>This Thanksgiving I have been thinking about that original list more than usual.  So, in the spirit of the season and in honor of the original list, I spent some time yesterday creating a new list.</p>
<p>The thing that surprised me the most, was that my heart was as lifted as much this time as it was when I created the original list on that lined notebook paper all those years ago.</p>
<p>Here it is then.  I share it with you hoping that maybe seeing mine will inspire you to make a list of your own.  If you will, I promise a spirit filled with gladness and hope and a excellent tool in the fight to stay positive.</p>
<p>Remember what I’ve said before, “There’s not enough room in the human heart for depression and gratitude at the same time.”</p>
<p>Jh-</p>
<blockquote><p>Jason Hall’s 100 Things To Be Thankful For</p>
<ol>
<li>My Faith</li>
<li>Kolette</li>
<li>Coleman</li>
<li>Mom</li>
<li>Dad</li>
<li>Kendra</li>
<li>Clinton</li>
<li>Brandon</li>
<li>Nathan</li>
<li>Mom Coleman</li>
<li>Dad Coleman</li>
<li>Brothers &#38; Sisters In-Law</li>
<li>Grandparents</li>
<li>Nieces</li>
<li>Nephews</li>
<li>Living in the United States</li>
<li>Chance To Have Freedom of Religion</li>
<li>Power Wheelchairs</li>
<li>Accessible Vans</li>
<li>Opportunity to get the best Healthcare</li>
<li>Powerful Friends</li>
<li>My Car</li>
<li>Our Home</li>
<li>Heat</li>
<li>Air Conditioning</li>
<li>Clothing</li>
<li>Computers</li>
<li>iPhone (and the return of the bar phone)</li>
<li>Voice Recognition Software</li>
<li>National Ability Center</li>
<li>Disabled Skiing</li>
<li>Bi-Skii’s</li>
<li>Sight</li>
<li>Hearing</li>
<li>Sense of Smell</li>
<li>Full Use of My Mental Faculties</li>
<li>Growing up in Boise</li>
<li>The Chance to live in The Eastern US</li>
<li>Interfecal Pumps</li>
<li>Graduating with my High School Class</li>
<li>Attending BYU</li>
<li>Working as BYUSA President—and all the people I worked with</li>
<li>IVF</li>
<li>I CSI</li>
<li>TESI</li>
<li>Rock Band</li>
<li>The Million Dollar Round Table</li>
<li>Mutual Of New York (and the people there)</li>
<li>Garrett Burger, Large Gems, and a Cherry Scotch and Soda</li>
<li>The Bible</li>
<li>The Book of Mormon</li>
<li>My Testimony</li>
<li>My Eternal Marriage</li>
<li>Pistachio Dessert</li>
<li>My Eagle Scout</li>
<li>The Scouting Program</li>
<li>The Chance To Serve</li>
<li>Football</li>
<li>Words Written in my Journal by my Mom When I Was a Kid</li>
<li>Baby Ruth Bars</li>
<li>Broadway Musicals</li>
<li>Cougars, Cowboys, Jazz, Celtics, Yankees, Real Salt Lake</li>
<li>My Letterman Jacket</li>
<li>The Ten Lepers by Jack Christensen</li>
<li>Electricity</li>
<li>Television</li>
<li>Ability to Move My Arms</li>
<li>Atonement</li>
<li>Repentance</li>
<li>Fasting</li>
<li>Prayer</li>
<li>Plan of Salvation</li>
<li>Miracles</li>
<li>My Boys in New Canaan</li>
<li>The YM in Syracuse</li>
<li>Optimism</li>
<li>The Ability to Speak Publically</li>
<li>Disability Insurance</li>
<li>Workmans Comp</li>
<li>The Inspiration to Go to Work on 21 November 1997</li>
<li>Great Nurses</li>
<li>Great Neighbors</li>
<li>My Cousin David</li>
<li>Love of Singing (and how it literally saved my life)</li>
<li>Family History</li>
<li>Great Music</li>
<li>Uplifting Music</li>
<li>Movies</li>
<li>Showers/Shower Chair</li>
<li>Forgiveness</li>
<li>Repentance</li>
<li>Having Kolette at My Side.</li>
<li>Good Parking</li>
<li>Straws</li>
<li>Ramps</li>
<li>Elevators</li>
<li>Family Dinners</li>
<li>Goals</li>
<li>The Fact That I Can Pick My Nose</li>
<li>Lists of Gratitude</li>
</ol>
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<title><![CDATA[Come on, surely a hobby is one item?]]></title>
<link>http://100things100days.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/come-on-surely-a-hobby-is-one-item/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 06:22:45 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>C</dc:creator>
<guid>http://100things100days.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/come-on-surely-a-hobby-is-one-item/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Yes. I just checked my rules. And under the last rule (make it up as you go along), I’ve decided tha]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>Yes. I just checked my rules. And under the last rule (make it up as you go along), I’ve decided that hobbies will count as one thing each.</p>
<p>One of my favourite personal belongs is my <a href="http://shop.cheeselinks.com.au/Cheesemaking-Kits/Super-Cheesemaking-Kit-p14.html" target="_blank">cheese making kit</a>. A 2008 birthday present from Mi Amor. It is filled with all sorts of goodies: baskets, cheese cloth, recipe book, sterile containers that look so professional and fun stuff like wax and mould.</p>
<p>This collection is perfect. No excess.</p>
<p>So Peaceful living (thanks for <a href="http://100things100days.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/the-rules/#comments" target="_blank">your commen</a>t) my answer is: a collection of supplies can be one item if it has already been pared done to the perfect ‘enough’ point.</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="https://www1.corecommerce.com/~cheeselinks379/images/products/24.JPG" alt="" width="124" height="114" /></p>
<p><em>*to find out about the magic &#8216;enough&#8217; point you should read: </em><a href="http://www.simpleliving.net/main/category.asp?catid=2" target="_blank"><em>Your Money or Your Life</em></a><em>.</em></p>
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<title><![CDATA[My rules to simplify to 100 things]]></title>
<link>http://100things100days.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/the-rules/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 21:09:09 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>C</dc:creator>
<guid>http://100things100days.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/the-rules/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[While one of the originators of the online &#8216;thing&#8217; list, Elliot, included everything he ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>While one of the originators of the online &#8216;thing&#8217; list, <a href="http://mcshug.blogspot.com/2007/10/rucksack-life.html" target="_blank">Elliot</a>, included everything he owned in his list, I&#8217;ve decided instead to follow <a href="http://www.guynameddave.com/100-thing-challenge.html" target="_blank">Dave&#8217;s</a> footsteps and just work on reducing my personal items. This will also be easier as a person in a relationship (I can&#8217;t imagine Mi Amor being very amorous if I decided that the Xbox wasn&#8217;t really worthy of a place on The List). So my first rule is that I&#8217;ll only list the things that I have exclusive use of, just my stuff.</p>
<p>For clarity I have decided to list each item separately but I foresee (so far my first count is already around 200 items) the need to move away from everything being perfectly individual if I want any chance of reaching 100. For example, Dave decided to group his books into a library. I think this is great, I&#8217;ve always liked the idea of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curator" target="_blank">curating</a>. Plus I don&#8217;t see any point in listing out essential items (think underwear, corporate work shirts) I know I won&#8217;t reduce.</p>
<p>From there, I think I&#8217;ll just make my own rules, because it is after all a personal challenge.</p>
<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 490px"><img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/mcshug/Rucksack%20Life/rucksacklife03.jpg" alt="" width="480" height="360" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Elliot&#39;s 101 Things which he stores in a rucksack</p></div>
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<title><![CDATA[Why bother counting my personal belongings?]]></title>
<link>http://100things100days.wordpress.com/2009/11/23/why-bother/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 12:15:32 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>C</dc:creator>
<guid>http://100things100days.wordpress.com/2009/11/23/why-bother/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[It kind of bugs me to have excess stuff. I guess you could even say it overwhelms me. I don’t know i]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>It kind of bugs me to have excess stuff. I guess you could even say it overwhelms me. I don’t know if it’s from guilt or a need to be organised. But when I see a dress discarded at the back of my wardrobe, or an old Christmas card from a loved one in a draw or a pair of flippers and a tennis racket in the garage and a basket of tangled necklaces on my dresser, I feel a bit suffocated. Seeing these things day in and day out but not using them, but not being able to let them go, is becoming claustrophobic.</p>
<p>You know the saying: “You don’t own things, they own you”? Well I never got it, it seemed a bit stupid. But then one day I bought a car.</p>
<p>Not long after that I was lying on the couch at my grandparents house, staring up at the wall of books I had always admired. When it hit me that all these books in a decade would be old. Not vintage or special edition old. Just old and dusty and mostly unloved. At that time I had a growing collection, a little library of self reflection, which I carted with me on each move.</p>
<p>Now I have a library card. That was the beginning.</p>
<p>I hope this 100 days is the end.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[#74. Make Paper Planes (and drop little bombs across the room)]]></title>
<link>http://sittingaround.wordpress.com/2009/11/18/74-make-paper-planes-and-drop-little-bombs-across-the-room/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 21:13:21 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>sittingaround</dc:creator>
<guid>http://sittingaround.wordpress.com/2009/11/18/74-make-paper-planes-and-drop-little-bombs-across-the-room/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Look out Iraq. Look out Afganistan. There&#8217;s a new super power in town. They don&#8217;t have n]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>Look out Iraq. Look out Afganistan.<a href="http://sittingaround.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/fcm1pbhfd80orwz-medium.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-32" title="FCM1PBHFD80ORWZ.MEDIUM" src="http://sittingaround.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/fcm1pbhfd80orwz-medium.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p>
<p>There&#8217;s a new super power in town. They don&#8217;t have nuclear weapons and they don&#8217;t have a political agenda, but with a few quick folds of paper they have an endless fleet of planes to do their bidding.</p>
<p>Since the beginning of time (about kindergarten) I have been building paper airplanes. When it comes to constructing these paper war birds the options are endless. You can fold longways and get a sleek stealthy fighter jet, or you could go top to bottom and produce a smaller, quicker plane. Then there is always &#8220;the bomber&#8221;, a slow but powerful plane that can drop crumpled up pieces of paper on unsuspecting cats or dogs or your sleeping friends.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[100 things you could do with Wi-Fi Direct]]></title>
<link>http://wifidirect.wordpress.com/2009/10/16/100-things-you-could-do-with-wi-fi-direct/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 04:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Barrett Cunningham</dc:creator>
<guid>http://wifidirect.wordpress.com/2009/10/16/100-things-you-could-do-with-wi-fi-direct/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[1. Use your iPhone as a remote control for all media devices in your home (TV&#8217;s, stereos, DVD ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>1. Use your iPhone as a remote control for all media devices in your home (TV&#8217;s, stereos, DVD players) <br />
2. Address a crowd without using a PA system by speaking into your cell phone and letting the audience listen to you through their cell phones<br />
3. Broadcast up-close and personal video of a speaker from a video camera to audience members through their cell phones<br />
4. Have your car open your garage door automatically when you get home<br />
5. Play games with other people in another car while on a road trip<br />
6. Receive road conditions from electronic street signs that transmit data straight to your car<br />
7. Be notified of nearby emergency vehicles that transmit a signal letting cars know that they are approaching<br />
8. Receive a message on your cell phone when your table is ready at a restaurant<br />
9. Your car could automatically transmit sensor data to your cell phone so you&#8217;ll always know when there is a problem<br />
10. Make a bid at a live auction just by hitting a button on your cell phone instead of raising your sign<br />
11. Pay at stores and gas stations with your cell phone without having to remove it from your pocket<br />
12. Data centers could incorporate Wi-Fi Direct to query all database servers at once<br />
13. Signal an oncoming bus that you need a ride by hitting a button on your cell phone<br />
14. Hail a taxi by sending a signal from your phone to all nearby taxis<br />
15. Keep a running tally of all the machines you used at the gym and how long you used them on your cell phone<br />
16. Manage every electronic device in your home and out (HVAC, lights, sprinklers) from your computer or cell phone<br />
17. Broadcast your shopping list to Wal-Mart when you walk in the door and receive back a map showing you the best route through the store and specials you might be interested in<br />
18. Play quiz games, vote on the best teams, and chat live with other patrons at a sports bar on the big screen<br />
19. Send out a distress beacon to other motorists as they approach letting them know you are having trouble<br />
20. Interact with cool new exhibits at museums and theme parks that let you control signs, lights, and fountains from your cell phone<br />
21. Poll a large audience while you are giving a presentation to gauge their reactions<br />
22. Create an automated Q&#38;A system for audience members to ask their questions into their cell phones and have them broadcast over the PA system in turn<br />
23. Use automated security gates at private residences or public parking lots without having to even roll down your window<br />
24. Have your lights turn on automatically when your cell phone is in range of your house<br />
25. Have your dog&#8217;s collar automatically transmit his location to you when he is outside<br />
26. Place an order at McDonalds without having to roll down your window by talking into your wireless ear piece instead of the intercom system<br />
27. Request service from your table at a restaurant by hitting a button on your cell phone<br />
28. Order drinks from a bar without having to fight the crowd to get to the front <br />
29. Request songs from a DJ or band without having to scream them out in front of everybody <br />
30. See full menus and current wait times from restaurants just by driving by the front door<br />
31. See when movies are playing and what they cost by driving by the front door of a theater<br />
32. Be notified of sales you might be interested on your cell phone as you walk by stores in the mall<br />
33. Play in a band with friends just by letting your musical instruments transmit to a nearby stereo or PA system<br />
34. Receive safety messages from buoys, dams, and other boats while you&#8217;re out on the lake<br />
35. Mark your place in line for the pool table by sending a message to it from your cell phone and being notified when it&#8217;s your turn to play<br />
36. Walk around a theme park and make reservations for rides without having to stand in line<br />
37. Get information about each float in a parade as it passes by<br />
38. Order food and drinks from the hotel bar while swaying in your hammock on the beach<br />
39. Let management know when a theater is too cold or the projector isn&#8217;t working by sending them a message from your cell phone<br />
40. Have your car automatically transmit crash information to emergency personnel when they arrive on the scene<br />
41. Have your mailbox transmit a message to your TV when their is new mail<br />
42. Give UPS a secure passcode to use to open your garage door if you are not at home when they deliver a package<br />
43. Order a burger from Sonic without even rolling down your window <br />
44. Upload your pictures to Walgreens from the parking lot and use the drive-thru later to pick up your prints<br />
45. Allow passers-by to control your Christmas lights display when they stop to take a look<br />
46. Trains and buses could wirelessly tell you their destinations and arrival times when they pull up<br />
47. Play in a big multiplayer game at a club or stadium on the big screen<br />
48. See more information about products at the grocery store on the LCD screen on your shopping cart as you stroll by<br />
49. Tip a street artist just by hitting a button on your cell phone<br />
50. Learn more about art pieces at a gallery by interacting with guides broadcast to your cell phone<br />
51. Your stove or microwave could notify your cell phone when your food is ready<br />
52. Your washer and dryer could notify your cell phone when your clothes are done<br />
53. Use your cell phone as a walkie talkie with friends when you are on the ski slopes, hiking, or at a game<br />
54. Notify a restaurant that you&#8217;ve arrived to pick up your to-go order when you enter the parking lot<br />
55. Ask for help in a department store by sending a message from hour cell phone<br />
56. Do a self guided tour of an historic area by walking from one placemarker to the next and watching video being broadcast from each spot<br />
57. Quickly splice together a video of a friend singing karaoke from multiple angles by downloading the video from your other friends cell phones<br />
58. Find out when your coffee is ready at Starbucks by receiving an alert on your cell phone <br />
59. Make a presentation in a conference room without having to find the cable that connects your laptop to the projector<br />
60. Instead of making a print-out of a screen to show to your co-worker, just transmit your display directly to his computer<br />
61. Conduct in-office screencasts by simply broadcasting gour screen to all of your co-workers<br />
62. Scan your own items as you take them off the shelf with your cell phone camera and then skip checkout when you leave<br />
63. Keep a running tally of your tickets at the arcade and then redeem them wirelessly for prizes<br />
64. Watch previews of the movies playing at a theater when you&#8217;re standing in line trying to decide what to see<br />
65. Keep a running tally of strokes on a communal electronic scorecard when you&#8217;re playing golf with your buddies<br />
66. Use your cell phone to run the scoreboard when you&#8217;re reffing a local game<br />
67. Buy tickets to an event at the last minute by seeing a list of prices from everyone who is selling their tickets outside the gates<br />
68. Use your cell phone as a sound mixer and recorder for friends playing their Wi-Fi Direct enabled instruments<br />
69. Play songs on the jukebox while sitting at your table using your cell phone<br />
70. Let the valet outside your restaurant know when you are about to leave so your car will be waiting when you walk out<br />
71. See more detailed information about each animal at the zoo on your cell phone when you&#8217;re standing in front of it&#8217;s cage<br />
72. See whether or not the bathrooms on your airplane are vacant at any given time<br />
73. See pictures and video on your cell phone of the inside of a house that&#8217;s for sale when you drive up to the front<br />
74. Search for hidden treasure that sends you a message when you&#8217;re nearby giving you clues to it&#8217;s location<br />
75. Pay the check from your table wirelessly without having to wait on the server<br />
76. See backstage footage of a concert on your cell phone when you are out in the audience<br />
77. Allow landscapers, pest control, and other visitors to our home to leave messages for you by sending them wirelessly to a device in your house<br />
78. Broadcast your power usage to meter readers on the street so they don&#8217;t have to drive up to each house individually <br />
79. Connect with other tailgaters and find where the best food and places to hang out are<br />
80. Receive &#8220;last mile&#8221; transmissions from the cable lines on the street without having to run wires into your home<br />
81. Let your kids be notified when the ice cream truck drives by with a message on the TV<br />
82. Play games with other passengers wirelessly on your cell phone or laptop while riding on an airplane, train, or bus<br />
83. Create a neighborhood watch program by wirelessly connecting your home computers together through a mesh network to exchange messages<br />
84. Stay connected with the other residents in your building directly without having to go through a particular website <br />
85. Have your doorbell send a message directly to your phone in case you don&#8217;t hear the bell<br />
86. Start watching a movie on your laptop in the kitchen and then broadcast it to the TV in your living room when you walk in<br />
87. Talk to rescuers from inside a collapsed building in case the power is out and cell service is down <br />
88. Allow your car to listen for broadcasts from nearby motorcycles when you&#8217;re driving so you&#8217;ll know when they&#8217;re near<br />
89. Let umpires and referees on the field talk to side judges and timekeepers wirelessly so the game can move more quickly<br />
90. View more detailed information on your cell phone about each item available on the menu at your local deli while you&#8217;re standing in line<br />
91. Broadcast a message to your childs school when you arrive to pick him up<br />
92. Remove all the data cables in your house that connect your media players, TVs, and computers together<br />
93. Download cached webpages from your fellow conference goers computers if the Internet goes down<br />
94. Create a new kind of IM system for audience members and conference goers to chat with one another directly without having to use the Internet<br />
95. Drive remote control cars with your cell phone <br />
96. Participate in game shows and talk shows from the audience with your cell phone<br />
97. See the view from a nearby hot air ballon from your cell phone <br />
98. Receive coupons from billboards as you drive by<br />
99. Backup all your photos and videos to your computer when you get home automatically<br />
100. Give a presentation directly from your laptop to the participants cell phones if a projector is not available</p>
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<title><![CDATA[“If you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right, you'll probably never do much of anything.” Life list. :)]]></title>
<link>http://hannahdoesworld.wordpress.com/2009/10/14/%e2%80%9cif-you-wait-to-do-everything-until-youre-sure-its-right-youll-probably-never-do-much-of-anything-%e2%80%9d/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 09:17:37 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>hannahworldtour</dc:creator>
<guid>http://hannahdoesworld.wordpress.com/2009/10/14/%e2%80%9cif-you-wait-to-do-everything-until-youre-sure-its-right-youll-probably-never-do-much-of-anything-%e2%80%9d/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Make Calamari from scratch. Learn to cook properly. Buy land and build something on it. Dance in a w]]></description>
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<p>Make Calamari from scratch.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Learn to cook properly.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Buy land and build something on it.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Dance in a waterfall.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Scream at the top of my lungs, where nobody can hear me. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Send a message in a bottle and wait for a reply. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Paint with my brother.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Learn a card game. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Visit ground 0, NYC.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Hold a snake. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Have my portrait painted.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Plant a tree. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Build a snow man.<!--more--></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Meet Roland.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Learn to dive properly. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Give blood. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Change somebody&#8217;s life for the better.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Go sledging.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">Eat snails.</span> <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">See Cirque Du Soleil. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Write to a soldier.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Throw starfish back into the surf.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Sing to somebody without being embarrassed.  <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Cook for my friends.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Grow a bonsai tree on my windowsill.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Redecorate. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Have a dog. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Find a religion.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Take a photography class.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Be enthusiastic about Halloween. Costume included. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Learn to play guitar, acoustic.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Put my thoughts down on paper. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Go junk food free for a period of time.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Make and Burn a guy on Bonfire night. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Stomp on grapes. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Ride my bike to a new place.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Sit on a roof.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Send a fire lantern.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Knock a coconut of a tree.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Make a new flavor of ice-cream.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Sleep on a trampoline. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Jump off a waterfall.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Ride a horse.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Keep chickens.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Make a recipe of my own.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Sit in a wave.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Bake my own pizza, from scratch. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Set fire to my school tie ceremoniously.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Pass at least one subject with an A+.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Sleep on a sand dune.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Make a den and stay in it. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Send a balloon to Granddad.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Have somebody name something after me.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Sit on top of a combine harvester.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Run with horses.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Master chopsticks.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">Smoke a cigar.</span><!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Blow glass. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Grow and make a meal.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Go fly fishing. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Write a poem.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Have a strong stance in politics. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Record a song.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">See the salmon run.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Visit the Church of Bones.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Go clamming.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Live in another country, just for a little while.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">&#124; Attend La Tomatina in Spain. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Make music.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Try 100 different fruits.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Trace my family tree. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Be a good person.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Go camping with my brothers. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Ride an elephant. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Build a tree house. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Ride a bike around a house. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Build a bonfire.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Sleep in a hammock.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Play twister seriously. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Ride an ostrich.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Eat an obscure meat. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Read a whole newspaper.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Give to charity.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Swim with a monkey. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Rescue a stray.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Go deep sea fishing. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Sleep on a beach.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Find a cave, and spend the day in it.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Play like a kid again.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Give a busker money.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Have a meaningful conversation with a beggar. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Shake hands with an ape.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Go on a speed boat. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Ride a camel. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Hug the angel of the North.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Make somebody cry with happiness.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Stand on the equator.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Stand up for somebody. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Audition for something. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Assist a blind man.<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Vollunteer.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;"><!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Get into college. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Skydive<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Eat at a sushi resteraunt<!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Learn how to make paper cranes. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Read into the Wild, Again. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Have a conversation in a different language. <!--more--></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Stop drinking. For ever. <!--more-->Pass my art GCSE. <!--more-->Be happy with the way i look.<!--more-->Publish something. <!--more-->Write my biography, even if nobody ever reads it. <!--more-->Take a photograph that i&#8217;m really proud of. <!--more-->Read Tolstoy&#8217;s War and Peace. &#38; try to understand it. <!--more-->Make somebody proud. <!--more--><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">Get stupidly silly and ridiculously drunk. </span><!--more--></p>
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<title><![CDATA[100 Things, Part 1]]></title>
<link>http://lindsaymeyer.wordpress.com/2009/10/12/100-things-part-1/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:44:58 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>lindsaymeyer</dc:creator>
<guid>http://lindsaymeyer.wordpress.com/2009/10/12/100-things-part-1/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[This week, I&#8217;ll reach post #100 over here at Life with Lindsay!  In the four days leading up t]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[100 Things I Want to Do]]></title>
<link>http://audreyteo.wordpress.com/2009/10/03/100-things-i-want-to-do/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 06:58:13 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>audreyteo</dc:creator>
<guid>http://audreyteo.wordpress.com/2009/10/03/100-things-i-want-to-do/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[After watching the late Randy Pausch&#8217;s video on time management, I&#8217;ve decided to start o]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>After watching the late <a href="http://www.docstoc.com/docs/2172392/Randy-Pausch-Time-Management-Lecture-Transcript">Randy Pausch&#8217;s video on time management</a>, I&#8217;ve decided to start on a list of 100 things I want to do. This list will be updated periodically coz I can&#8217;t think of all 100 now. Here goes:</p>
<p>1. Learn scrapbooking<br />
2. Have another baby<br />
3. Have a great body<br />
4. Take part in a run<br />
5. Organise a fundraiser for a charity event<br />
6. Eat a durian all by myself (and not feel guilty about the calories after that)<br />
7. Go Japan with Ben &#38; the kids<br />
8. Revisit to Maldives with Ben<br />
9. Learn to dance<br />
10. Complete ALL my marking and keep a short account thereafter<br />
11. Work as a gift-wrapper<br />
12. Be a librarian<br />
13. Give away a lot of money!<br />
14. Supply jobs to people<br />
15. Help out in a humanitarian aid project &#60;&#8211;think Padang, Sumatra<br />
16. Learn another language and speak it fluently &#8211; can&#39;t decide which one now<br />
17. Own the iPhone 3GS<br />
18. Build a sandcastle<br />
19. Pick up photography and take great photos of my kids<br />
20. Conduct/Organise a photoshoot for my family<br />
21. Fly to Australia to visit my brother and Jac<br />
22. Earn a six-figure salary (per annum)<br />
23. Work not more than 20 hours a week<br />
24. Be 55kg<br />
25. Join a local Toastmaster&#39;s Club<br />
26. Average 200 in bowling<br />
27. Own a bowling set (LOL!)<br />
28. Have 4 kids<br />
29. Have nice hair, face body and nails<br />
30. Do art &#38; craft weekly with my kids (add in the language, math, music and everything else)<br />
31. Catch aurora borealis at the north pole<br />
32. Visit Taiwan with ben &#38; the kids<br />
33. Own a yellow samsonite<br />
34. Pluck strawberries<br />
35. Go on a farmsray preferably on a vineyard in australia<br />
36. Complete an 18,000 piece jigsaw puzzle<br />
37. Own a piece of private property<br />
38. Grow plants<br />
39. Start and maintain a profitable business with Ben<br />
40. See a hurricane upclose<br />
41. Run an online Christian bookstore<br />
42. Understand how the financial system works<br />
43. Play netball well<br />
44. Read through the whole bible<br />
45. Be a friend to kids who are disengaged</p>
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<title><![CDATA[100 Traits/Qualities I Wouldn't Mind If My Next Girlfriend Had]]></title>
<link>http://blog.melanism.com/2009/09/23/100-traitsqualities-i-wouldnt-mind-if-my-next-girlfriend-had/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 21:21:15 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Seanathan</dc:creator>
<guid>http://blog.melanism.com/2009/09/23/100-traitsqualities-i-wouldnt-mind-if-my-next-girlfriend-had/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Obviously, I don&#8217;t expect a person to display ALL these qualities but maybe 15% would be nice.]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>Obviously, I don&#8217;t expect a person to display ALL these qualities but maybe 15% would be nice.  99% would mean that person is pretty much exactly like me which, while it sounds great in theory, is a bad idea.  I already have me.  If you are 100%, you know who you are and I&#8217;m sure we can work it out.</p>
<p>So I wouldn&#8217;t mind is she&#8230;</p>
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<ol>
<li>&#8230;is a nice person overall</li>
<li>&#8230;can be an asshole and say the occasional snarky remark behind people&#8217;s back</li>
<li>&#8230;is into comic books or at least open to the possibility to being into comic books</li>
<li>&#8230;plays video games or at least does not frown upon people who do</li>
<li>&#8230;also finds the level of pandering in most romantic comedies pathetic</li>
<li>&#8230;is a fan of a sports team or three, especially the New York Yankees, New York Giants and New York Knicks</li>
<li>&#8230;is NOT a fan of the Boston Red Sox or Boston Celtics</li>
<li>&#8230;watched the same cartoons I did growing up</li>
<li>&#8230;is employed</li>
<li>&#8230;can cook</li>
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<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t mind that I can&#8217;t cook (yet)</li>
<li>&#8230;is gainfully employed</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t a hardcore vegan or, if she is, isn&#8217;t a meat-hater</li>
<li>&#8230;has a great and sick sense of humor that is somewhat similar to my own</li>
<li>&#8230;loves going to the movies</li>
<li>&#8230;loves horror movies</li>
<li>&#8230;is into sci-fi movies and TV</li>
<li>&#8230;loves giving gifts</li>
<li>&#8230;has a great smile</li>
<li>&#8230;has an infectious laugh</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t let her friends and family make decisions for her</li>
<li>&#8230;cares about my boring life enough to hear me complain about it</li>
<li>&#8230;likes to go out drinking</li>
<li>&#8230;is relatively intelligent but not so smart that I feel REALLY dumb around her or smart enough to realize she&#8217;s making me feel dumb</li>
<li>&#8230;can dance</li>
<li>&#8230;looks great in sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t obsessed with what magazines, TV and movies tell us what love is supposed to be</li>
<li>&#8230;is a great kisser</li>
<li>&#8230;is a great hugger</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t already have a &#8220;true love&#8221; who&#8217;s she&#8217;s not truly over and whose ghost I will always battling.</li>
<li>&#8230;thinks <em>Lost</em> is awesome</li>
<li>&#8230;is okay with the fact that I have a lot of platonic friendships</li>
<li>&#8230;shows jealousy in a &#8220;Aww, that&#8217;s cute&#8221; way and not in a &#8220;I&#8217;m going to break your TV&#8221; way</li>
<li>&#8230;fits in with all my friends</li>
<li>&#8230;won&#8217;t make me choose between her or my friends if she doesn&#8217;t fit in</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t hang out with a large percentage of people who suck (because my friends are awesome)</li>
<li>&#8230;shows PDA but doesn&#8217;t get too schmoopie about it</li>
<li>&#8230;watches at least 15 hours of non-reality television programs (preferably most of the same ones I do)</li>
<li>&#8230;reads books</li>
<li>&#8230;loves music</li>
<li>&#8230;like bands and singers beyond what&#8217;s on the radio or on MTV/BET/VH1</li>
<li>&#8230;likes going to concerts</li>
<li>&#8230;loves to travel</li>
<li>&#8230;went to college</li>
<li>&#8230;loves New York City</li>
<li>&#8230;loves karaoke</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t feel like talking on the phone every night for hours on end after about 2-3 months in the relationship</li>
<li>&#8230;wants to get married and have children</li>
<li>&#8230;loves to stay in and just chill on the couch watching TV or movies on a Saturday night</li>
<li>&#8230;gives great back rubs</li>
<li>&#8230;believes in premarital sex</li>
<li>&#8230;is very compassionate and understanding</li>
<li>&#8230;has a driver&#8217;s license</li>
<li>&#8230;is passionate about what she believes in even if I don&#8217;t believe in it too</li>
<li>&#8230;disagrees with enough of my general opinions to make our conversations/arguments interesting</li>
<li>&#8230;does some form of exercise</li>
<li>&#8230;loves to eat</li>
<li>&#8230;hates what happened to<em> Heroes </em>after season one</li>
<li>&#8230;thinks Jack Bauer is a god</li>
<li>&#8230;has enough of her own life that we don&#8217;t have to spend every waking hour together to be entertained</li>
<li>&#8230;is geeky and/or nerdy about something</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t take quizzes in &#8220;Cosmopolitan&#8221; and magazines like that</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t have a nasty temper</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t a Debby Downer</li>
<li>&#8230;loves new technology</li>
<li>&#8230;is more extrovert than introvert but not so much of an extrovert that I have to bring a tranquilizer gun with me when we go out</li>
<li>&#8230;is a little bit competitive</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t lazy in bed</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t believe in the concept of a person having a single &#8220;soulmate&#8221;</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t steal the covers when it&#8217;s cold</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t necessarily stylish but can pull together a knockout outfit when the moment calls for it</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t subscribe to antiquated gender roles</li>
<li>&#8230;has a nice or completely unnoticeable smell to her</li>
<li>&#8230;is a romantic</li>
<li>&#8230;prefers to discuss issues and problems as they occur as opposed to 2-3 months later when I forget to put away my dirty socks which somehow made her think about my issues with sharing.</li>
<li>&#8230;tries to make me a better person through encouragement and support and not by nagging and ultimatums</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t talk during movies and television shows</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t freak out when the &#8220;happy happy joy joy&#8221; phase dissipates after three months or so</li>
<li>&#8230;hates Valentine&#8217;s Day</li>
<li>&#8230;is an inactive member of whatever religion they practice or an atheist</li>
<li>&#8230;is great at beer pong because sometimes I need to be carried when I&#8217;m having an off game</li>
<li>&#8230;gives great advice</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t have too many mommy/daddy issues</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t hold me to anything I&#8217;ve written on this blog over the last seven years (starting with this list)</li>
<li>&#8230;believes in going dutch</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t a close talker (in general not when it&#8217;s sexy whispering)</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t watch Fox News Channel unless it&#8217;s just to see how sad and scary it is</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t a racist or a bigot</li>
<li>&#8230;doesn&#8217;t restrain herself from cursing unless it&#8217;s during dinner at my parent&#8217;s house</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t afraid to make a fool of herself</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t embarrassed by me</li>
<li>&#8230;is Internet savvy</li>
<li>&#8230;has her own DVR at home</li>
<li>&#8230;is a trusting person</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t a crazy workaholic</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t a commitment-phobe</li>
<li>&#8230;isn&#8217;t totally obsessed with getting married</li>
<li>&#8230;believes me when I compliment her and not that I&#8217;m &#8220;just saying that because&#8230;&#8221;</li>
<li>&#8230;is willing to settle for me</li>
<li>&#8230;is Halle Berry</li>
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<div>Let&#8217;s be honest.  This list says more about who I am than who I am looking for.</div>
<div>If you were wondering how I came up with the list, I just thought of the qualities I loved most in my friends. Unfortunately, I&#8217;m not friends with Halle Berry&#8230;yet.</div>
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<title><![CDATA[Nineteen More Things]]></title>
<link>http://katesaid.wordpress.com/2009/09/10/nineteen-more-things/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 13:56:22 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Kate</dc:creator>
<guid>http://katesaid.wordpress.com/2009/09/10/nineteen-more-things/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[&#8230;no, not another random-things-about-me meme, which I haven&#8217;t done in probably a year or]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>&#8230;no, not another random-things-about-me meme, which I haven&#8217;t done in probably a year or more, partly because I continue to be a horrible citizen of the blog world and have not been reading a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g lately.  Next week, once Jacob starts school and I&#8217;m rattling alone around the apartment for seven hours a day, then I&#8217;ll start clicking again.  Honest.  Or, at least, I&#8217;ll try.</p>
<p>Anyway, I&#8217;ve had several fairly momentous events lately, some of which have been posted and others &#8211; just because they got edged out or because I was too tired/sick/distracted to think of them at the time I sat down to post &#8211; have not yet gotten any pixel space here.  And I feel bad about that, because they are important to me, and if I continue to try to find time to give each item its own day then they might well not get published, at all.</p>
<p>So, instead, I&#8217;ll tie them all together in one package, as I go through and revisit my <a href="http://katesaid.wordpress.com/100-things/" target="_blank">&#8220;100 Things&#8221; list</a>&#8230; I can fully check off 12 things, and move seven others from the &#8220;someday&#8221; to the &#8220;started&#8221; category.  (This is one of those posts that just ended up stretching far too long, and now I lack the energy to properly edit or partition it&#8230; so if you just read to the separator bar, you&#8217;ll hit the biggest, most important stuff, and the rest is really more for my own reference&#8230;)</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#0000ff;">Have a third baby …and maybe a fourth</span><br />
I decidedly seem to have started on this one.  I&#8217;m having a distinct suspicion that I won&#8217;t be able to convince Willem to get back on this particular roller-coaster for another ride, so three is likely to be the magic number for us.  Which I can live with; one of the hardest things for me was wrapping my brain around the idea that my pregnancy with Jacob &#8211; which was just so hard and scary and overwhelming &#8211; was going to be my last-ever.  Both because it seemed like a down-note to end the experience on, and because I didn&#8217;t know it was the last at the time.  Somehow that matters.</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#0000ff;">Be in a wedding party</span><br />
It turns out, this technically shouldn&#8217;t have even found its way onto my 100-things list, because it&#8217;s already been done.  When I thought about it before, all I remembered was that, when my father&#8217;s youngest sister was married, every one of the cousins found a place in the wedding party <em>except</em> me.  I still don&#8217;t know why (I got the impression it was just not being able to figure out a role for a 14-year-old in a wedding, not a hard-feelings sort of thing), and am distant enough from that branch of the family for it not to matter anymore, but I was left with a vague sense of &#8220;hey, no fair.&#8221;  Since then, I have remembered that, when I was around 7, I was the flower girl in a very small, backyard ceremony between two of my parents&#8217; friends.  That was an official wedding, in which I was an official member of the wedding party, and the fact that I forgot all about it shouldn&#8217;t entirely disqualify it&#8230;</p>
<p>But now it doesn&#8217;t matter anyway, because last month (which, yeah, I feel horrible about letting this much time go by without saying anything here, and I blame that firmly on the baby-to-be) Gretchen asked if I would be a bridesmaid in her wedding, next August.  I was properly surprised &#8211; I had just finished talking to Willem about how it sounded like it was going to be a smallish, intimate family-and-friends kind of event, and I would try hard not to hold a grudge if there just wasn&#8217;t space to invite me to attend.  I was kidding, of course &#8211; I would <em>totally</em> hold a grudge if we weren&#8217;t invited, because Gretchen and I have become so close over the past three years, but I never expected to be asked to stand up in the ceremony.  Still makes me a little weepy to think of it, which is another thing I blame on the baby.</p>
<p>So I could, I suppose, draw a line right through that item and call it done because of the 25-years-ago wedding, but I won&#8217;t because this one will count more.</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Get less-rare massages (2 per year)</del></span><br />
Two per year&#8230; hah!  I&#8217;ve had one already this year, in July with Jenny&#8230; and now Jordanna and I are planning monthly massages with a woman here in Salem, whose prices are <em>very</em> reasonable and whose studio is on the beach.  Cannot wait.</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#0000ff;">Retrain and volunteer at rape crisis center</span><br />
I just, this very minute, made the call to the local hotline, to leave my name and number for someone to contact me about volunteer opportunities.  See, this list is more than just a way to fill up a page with words, no?</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#0000ff;">Have professional, artistic pregnancy photos taken</span><br />
All signed up&#8230; my friend Lisa has done the lovely-family-photographs thing as long as I&#8217;ve known her (five years, now?  Six?), and has accumulated the proper high-end toys to go with a proper high-end camera, and has recently started branching out to actual, paid-for, professional photography, weddings and such.  I&#8217;ll be her first pregnancy-pose sort of client, unless some brat sneaks in before me, and will likely drag the kids along for some family photos, too.  I won&#8217;t have bare-belly photos taken, but still, those backlit silhouette, black-and-white, artsy sorts of things, I&#8217;ve always wanted to get them taken at the point of my life when I am most pleased with my body, and just never got around to it before.  Late January or early February, just need to nail down a date&#8230;</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#0000ff;">See a live-audience taped show (Letterman, John Stewart, etc.)</span><br />
September 24, baby!  Jenny got tickets, and she, Carolyn and I are heading down to New York City for the night.  Cannot wait!</p>
<hr />• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Complete a birthday calendar and send a card or gift to everyone on it</del></span><del></del><br />
I did this, for one year.  And then fell off the bandwagon completely&#8230; between moving to a new computer and Facebook bringing a deluge of new birthdays, I just couldn&#8217;t keep up.  It&#8217;s on my to-do list, to write out a new, paper-and-ink calendar, to hang up and be able to read over easily, but in the meantime, I can say that I had one full year of birthday-preparedness.  I&#8217;ll try again, someday, but for the purposes of this list, specifically, I can cross it off.</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Lose 20 pounds before next pregnancy</del></span><br />
I did, indeed.  Was comfortably into size-12 jeans, which may not sound petite to many of you but I&#8217;m 5&#8242;9&#8243; and hadn&#8217;t worn that size since 2002.  This morning, I couldn&#8217;t button the size-14s I&#8217;d saved as a just-in-case, so they&#8217;re all getting bundled up into the attic until after the birth.</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#0000ff;">Join a gym (whole family)</span><br />
Just never got around to it in the last house; none of the places that were within a reasonable drive had kid-stuff, or a pool.  But we&#8217;ve started making the requisite phone calls to join Salem&#8217;s YMCA, and with a little luck I&#8217;ll get on the ball and have us signed up &#8211; and attending &#8211; soon.</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Find those shoes &#8211; the black ones with the strap and heel</del></span><br />
Oh, but I did.  Just last week, actually.  We were taking the kids &#8211; and Willem &#8211; school shopping, and stopped at a Payless for new sneakers.  And, given their buy-one-get-one-half-off deal, and my own unbreakable optimism (hah), I wandered through the women&#8217;s shoes, even though I wear a size 11 and am quite used to my only in-store options ranging from bland to hideous.  And instead, I found <a href="http://www.payless.com/store/product/detail.jsp?skuId=063692090&#38;productId=61519&#38;subCatId=cat10270&#38;catId=cat10088&#38;lotId=063692&#38;catdisplayName=Womens+" target="_blank">these</a>, and they fit, so even though I have no plans to dress up anytime soon, I pounced on them.  (And, for $20?  Damn right.)</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Knit items to donate (12 per year)</del></span><br />
I did this in 2007 and 2008, and will likely continue to do so, but for the moment my charity knitting is on hold.  Beside myself, I know of six women who are pregnant or have newborns, and so I have a bunch of gift-knitting to do, not to mention the stockings another friend has requested, and the hats and mittens yet another friend wants&#8230; the needles will be busy for a while, but still for a good cause, I think.</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Knit a sweater that I would wear any day</del></span><del></del><br />
I haven&#8217;t gotten around to photographing or posting it yet, but in June I finished a sweater that makes me quite happy.  That&#8217;s next on my bad-blogger to-do list, to catch up with displaying some of my knitting projects.</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#0000ff;">Update kids&#8217; journals (3-4 times per year)</span><br />
Ever since I started blogging, I&#8217;ve fallen off the journal-writing, though I still make an effort to write personal notes to each of the kids in their own, private journals.  My point in starting them in the first place was to have a way to speak directly to them, and only them, and to let them get to know me more, as a person in my own right instead of always in relation to them as Mom.  That first reason is still valid, and is why I still write once in a while, but the second has effectively been addressed by this blog.  They&#8217;ll find it and read it someday, and then they&#8217;ll know more about me, for better or worse.</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#0000ff;">Mosaic</span><br />
I helped Mary with her shell table, which is actually almost all beach glass and very few shells&#8230; we had a cheap, Target-purchased microwave stand, and she completely covered the top in the summer of 2005.  But my input was minimal, and it&#8217;s really her project (and, happily, the top will come off for easy wall-mounting when we have a mantle or somewhere similar to mount it, because the rest of the piece is really not worth saving forever but I won&#8217;t give up the decorated side).</p>
<p>Instead, I have a project coming up, which I won&#8217;t write about for now because it&#8217;s meant to be a surprise.  But it involves a mosaic project of my own, and will make for a sweet little story, I think.</p>
<p>• Sleep in a castle<br />
This one has been modified&#8230; it used to be, &#8220;sleep in an ice castle,&#8221; but for a number of reasons &#8211; chronic back pain, Reynaud&#8217;s disorder, increasing disinterest &#8211; I&#8217;m altering it to something I&#8217;m more likely to actually do.</p>
<p>• Join any sort of team/regular event with Willem<br />
Another alteration&#8230; I&#8217;m not sure my health would allow me to be a decent member of a team sport, but perhaps regular racquetball once we join the gym, having him teach me to golf (thereby addressing another list item), or even a regular trivia night&#8230; just something that&#8217;s for us, and happens more often than, well, never.  (And, for the record, it is a <em>big deal</em> that I&#8217;m willing to even consider playing racquetball with him&#8230; back in the bad old days, he would tell me he was &#8220;going to play racquetball,&#8221; which turned out to be a euphemism for &#8220;going to cheat on you.&#8221;  That particular bitterness took a good long while to wear off, but enough time has passed, and I&#8217;m secure enough in where we&#8217;re at now that I can&#8217;t even imagine him <em>thinking</em> about cheating, so&#8230;)</p>
<p>(The end is in sight, honest! Is anyone still reading this far in??)</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Sort out bookshelves &#8211; minimize, organize</del></span><br />
Done, thanks to the move.  I wouldn&#8217;t consider myself to have truly minimized the collection, just sorted out what I want to be able to read within the next year and what can safely wait in storage until we have a B&#38;B and guests that might want to spend an evening with a book.</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#0000ff;">Read 50 of <a href="http://www.time.com/time/2005/100books/the_complete_list.html">Time Magazine&#8217;s 100 Best Novels</a></span><br />
Still not great, but I&#8217;m up to 10&#8230; <em>Animal Farm, Are You There God? It&#8217;s Me, Margaret, Catcher in the Rye, The Grapes of Wrath, The Great Gatsby, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Lolita, Never Let Me Go, One Flew Over the Cuckoo&#8217;s Nest, and To Kill a Mockingbird</em>.  That reminds me, I need to join the Salem Public Library.</p>
<p>• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Redo bathroom (NH house)</del></span> <em>[completed 10/7/07]</em><br />
• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Paint living room (NH house)</del></span> <em>Thanks, Willem!: August 2008</em><br />
• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Paint/touch-up exterior (NH house)</del></span> <em>July 2009</em><br />
• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Reclaim Dad&#8217;s room, recreate a playroom/guest room (NH house)</del></span><br />
• <span style="color:#ff0000;"><del>Assemble a craft room</del></span><br />
All completed over time, and especially recently, courtesy of the move.  Even though the apartment we&#8217;re in now is much smaller than the house, I finally have my very own craft room.  It&#8217;s about 6&#8242;x10&#8242; and I loves it.</p>
<p>Phew.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[What I Read]]></title>
<link>http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/2009/08/31/what-i-read/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:30:02 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Kaia</dc:creator>
<guid>http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/2009/08/31/what-i-read/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[So, when I went to Edinburgh I visited four bookshops, missed the book festival but still came home ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><div align="justify">So, when I went to Edinburgh I visited four bookshops, missed the book festival but still came home with nine new books. And I was talking to my friend about how I read Swedish all last month, and this month would be all English. She then said, &#8220;Your bookcase must be very fascinating.&#8221; So, I thought that I should blog it. Sadly it&#8217;s not nearly as interesting as Jenn thinks, and it&#8217;s only about a quarter of all the books I own, but still!</p>
<p>(The rest is stashed in my parents&#8217; garage, waiting for me to live somewhere permanently.)</p>
<p><a href="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270162.jpg"><img src="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270162.jpg" alt="SL270162" title="SL270162" width="400" class="alignnone size-large wp-image-2410" /></a></p>
<p>When I looked at this picture I was surprised to see how little books and how much craft related items there is in my &#8220;big&#8221; bookcase. I happen to own one twice this size, but haven&#8217;t lived anywhere big enough for it to fit since&#8230; 2000. Yes. Sad, sad life.</p>
<p><a href="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270163.jpg"><img src="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270163.jpg" alt="SL270163" title="SL270163" width="400" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-2415" /></a></p>
<p>On top of the shelf is my new prize yarn; utterly gorgeous Manos Silk, bought also in Edinburgh. It is beautiful and I keep petting it and asking it what it wants to be knitted into. No answer as of yet, but I&#8217;m sure it will come to me. </p>
<p>The table cloth thing is handwoven and I love it to bits. The warp was wound with five burgundy sections and four white ones, and then woven with pink in what we here in Sweden call &#8220;kypert&#8221;, creating a zig-zag pattern. </p>
<p>The art in the background I have borrowed from my sister. I am a writer and knitter (and um seamstress and wannabe spinner, etc, but hush), while she is awesome at painting and drawing. This piece I have borrowed until she has a home here in Sweden to hang it, and as sad as I am to lose it soon, I am very happy to have her home!</p>
<p><a href="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270174.jpg"><img src="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270174.jpg?w=300" alt="SL270174" title="SL270174" width="400" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-2419" /></a></p>
<p>Looking closer I&#8217;m noticing that I sort my bookcase in the same manner as I sort my <a href="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/book-list/">book list</a>. On the top shelf we have fantasy to the left and young adult to the right. </p>
<p>Yes, I only own five of the seven Harry Potter books. Yes, one of them is hardcover and four is paperback. Yes, two are &#8220;adult&#8221; cover and three are kids cover edition. This bothers me more than you can imagine.</p>
<p>(Almost as muh as the fact that <em>Boofheads</em> have snuck between my two Maureen McCarthy books. Almost.)</p>
<p><a href="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270164.jpg"><img src="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270164.jpg?w=300" alt="SL270164" title="SL270164" width="400" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-2424" /></a></p>
<p>The two middle shelves holds what I like to refer to as Craft Section of Doom. From left &#8211; the two books I own that <em>isn&#8217;t</em> fantasy, YA, textbooks or in Swedish, followed by my very few crafty books. Three are about knitting, and one each about spinning and quilting. Also, the S&#8217;n'B calendar from 2008.</p>
<p>On the right, the pile of pads and wetbags waiting to be bought, a knitted beret that needs to be tweaked before I publish the pattern, and metre upon metre of elastics for when I get around to sewing any of those fourteen skirts I&#8217;ve planned.</p>
<p>And below that, we have on the left all the fabrics I&#8217;ve cut and that are mid-sewing project. Yes. There are a lot of them. I know. Also, a yarn winding thing. It&#8217;s a million years old and belonged to my mother&#8217;s aunt Kerstin once upon a time.</p>
<p>And on the lower right we have my spinning section &#8211; some beautiful batts I bought from <a href="http://www.picnicknits.com">Picnic Knits</a>, my snaps and zips and of course, my drop spindle with sheep stenciled onto it.</p>
<p><a href="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270165.jpg"><img src="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270165.jpg?w=300" alt="SL270165" title="SL270165" width="400" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-2427" /></a></p>
<p>This is, um, my to-read-shelf. An unholy mess of books in English and Swedish, and despite not reading translated works anymore I have acquired quite a few of these books&#8230;</p>
<p>(No, I don&#8217;t know what the deal with the naked girl on the three books to the left is either.)</p>
<p><a href="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270166.jpg"><img src="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270166.jpg?w=300" alt="SL270166" title="SL270166" width="400" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-2430" /></a></p>
<p>My other bookshelf is built into my desk, which makes me love it even more. I love combination-furniture. </p>
<p>Top shelf is all my books in Swedish (that I have read, that is), of which a staggering amount are crime mysteries. Also, the only Peter Pohl book that I still own, <em>Malins kung Gurra</em>. I used to own quite a few of his books, but had to leave most behind when I moved continents.</p>
<p>Bottom shelf is the single trace of my university studies. A small pile, because I also had to leave most of these behind. A single notebook, and my only DVD (yes, I&#8217;m serious) <em>Amélie</em>. That is all.</p>
<p><a href="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270173.jpg"><img src="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/files/2009/08/sl270173.jpg?w=239" alt="SL270173" title="SL270173" width="400" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-2435" /></a></p>
<p>Unless you count my cookbooks. Which I never, ever use.</p>
<p>What&#8217;s in your bookshelf? PICTURES! I demand pictures.</p></div>
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<title><![CDATA[How to Lose a Job in Two Hours (and a lot more...)]]></title>
<link>http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/2009/08/08/how-to-lose-a-job-in-two-hours-and-a-lot-more/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 17:28:57 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Kaia</dc:creator>
<guid>http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/2009/08/08/how-to-lose-a-job-in-two-hours-and-a-lot-more/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Speaking to a friend about my post from yesterday I realised something that I hadn&#8217;t really co]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><div align="justify">Speaking to a friend about my post from yesterday I realised something that I hadn&#8217;t really considered before. I&#8217;ve been feeling stupid for staying with him for so long, for being so loyal. For opting out of so many things to be with him. But&#8230; there really was no choice of leaving. Because the hits just kept coming and I knew that nobody else were there to pick up the pieces.</p>
<p>Still, looking back at it, I accepted far too much. It&#8217;s an inherently female trait, I think. Trying to save somebody. Not giving up on somebody. And the longer you stay, the harder it is to break out of it. Anyway. I promised you a part two. So here it is. Slightly different than I thought it would be.</p>
<p>(I have also gone back and replaced each instance of a real name with initials, I feel weird writing this openly about other people with their full names.)</p>
<p><a href="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/2009/08/06/hello-rock-bottom-how-are-you-doing/">Part One</a>.</p>
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<p>He had this strange relationship with his family. He hadn&#8217;t seen his father for years, ever since he got old enough to choose not to. His mother was a strong woman, at least she looked like it. Talked like it. But sometimes I wonder if she really was. She had four children, all born in a marriage with a very bad home situation. That&#8217;s not my story to tell, so let&#8217;s leave it at that.</p>
<p>She gave birth to four girls, the oldest which came to pick a different name and gender than the one she had given him. And&#8230; well. She felt that grown up children weren&#8217;t really children at all. Once you turned eighteen you moved out and you were on your own. She was busy living the life she hadn&#8217;t been able to before, marrying and becoming pregnant right out of high school, which I could understand in a way.</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s how E. came to live with us. Because she moved in with her girlfriend and step-father at seventeen, and when things ended badly her mother would not take her back. Instead she called us, and there is no way to say no to that sort of thing. There really isn&#8217;t.</p>
<p>She was bipolar, but when she moved in she swore to take her medication and to go back to school that she had (stupidly) dropped out of, three months before graduation. You realise where this story is going, right? Because, yes, there is nothing more dangerous to a bipolar person than their own belief that they are &#8220;better&#8221; than the medication, and that they don&#8217;t need it.</p>
<p>Within a month her boyfriend and his dog had moved in, while we were in the hospital (see last entry for details). I should probably add that we are not talking about a house here. We are talking about a flat that was roughtly 50 m<sup>2</sup> (under 550 ft<sup>2</sup>). There was one bedroom. There was a bathroom with no lock. There was a kitchen with a refrigerator that looked like it was three decades old, and there were Very Very Thin Walls.</p>
<p>We had five cats (yes, seriously) because A. could not say no to any helpless animal. I knew for each one of them that we took in, that our chance to make it home this year was shot to hell. It didn&#8217;t matter. He kept doing it. And I kept cleaning their litter boxes. </p>
<p>One of them had serious mental issues, attacked the other four out of nowhere and once when I tried to separate them she attached herself to my leg, biting me while kicking furiously with her legs. I have always been sensitive to pain and blood, and passed out cold on the bathroom floor trying to find some bandages.</p>
<p>So, when E. and her boyfriend and the damn puppy moved in the place was already pretty damn full. We had a careful arrangement of what cats that were allowed in what room during the night, as to not have to wake up from a screaming fight at 3 am. We had them very strictly trained to their litter boxes. It was hard work, but for the most part we could handle them and the too many territorial felines in too small of a space. Until E. and S., her boyfriend, brought in a puppy. Which was, I may add, not housebroken. They would put a leash on him, tie it to the book case, put a &#8220;puppy pad&#8221;, the things you train them to pee on, in front of him and leave for up to ten hours at a time. While I was trying to write my thesis.</p>
<p>(And if he went outside the tiny pad while they were gone they would punish him for it.)</p>
<p>I asked the neighbour who had two dogs how to care for the puppy. I started walking him. He stopped listening to anybody but me. And man, you need to know that I fucking hate dogs. I just can&#8217;t stand them. But nobody else would care for this one, so I didn&#8217;t have a choice.</p>
<p>Less than a week after we came home from the hospital E. flipped out for one reason or another, and before I knew it her and A. were screaming at each other. A. never yelled at anyone. He was the nicest bloke out there, too nice, most of the time. But they were screaming and <em>wrestling</em>, and he had a surgery scar that wasn&#8217;t healed on his stomach.</p>
<p>In the end, he tried to hold her by her upper arms to calm her, she kept yelling DICKHEAD! (I have to say, I was impressed, even while furious she consistently used male pronouns and insults), and finally broke free, punching him in the stomach. He fell to the floor, obviously, still being in the post-surgery state that required strong painkillers every four to six hours. E. ran outside and called the cops because her brother had beaten her and called her names.</p>
<p>The walls were so thin that we could hear every single word of the conversation she had with the person on the other line. S., her boyfriend, ran after her and asked her where the fuck they were going to live after this. So, when the police showed, she hid the bruises on her arms and told them she&#8217;d overreacted. There&#8217;s still a record of it, I presume, as they are required to file paperwork for this sort of thing.</p>
<p>A. forgave her. Of course. He always did. We got a note under our door telling us that after three domestic disturbances you are automatically evicted and to be careful from here on out. I assume that one of our neighbours called the landlady, because she didn&#8217;t live there. </p>
<p>About a week later E. decided that it was time to report their dad for some of the things he had done to her (again, not my story), and called the police to do so. They came over while I walked the streets, because really, I didn&#8217;t need a cop to ask for my ID and being unable to show one.</p>
<p>That was twice.</p>
<p>And, really, we couldn&#8217;t afford the police to come over a third time, so in the end we asked them to leave. They made us believe that they slept in a park. They told us that they were cold and starving and had nowhere to go.</p>
<p>Then we talked to their mother, and found out that they were staying with friends.</p>
<p>Which is why I very much agree with the sentiment of &#8220;some people will take all you have and still demand more, if you let them&#8221;. It&#8217;s true. It&#8217;s really fucking true.</p>
<p>This wasn&#8217;t even the worst of it. The worst was seeing E. as her medication went out of her system. She had lots of booksmarts and no common sense, but she was a sweet, sweet girl. She had dark, curly hair, round cheeks and she was like a sister to me. When she was medicated. When she wasn&#8217;t&#8230; everything spun out of control. I remember walking into the bathroom, finding the floor full of heavy muscle relaxers. They were scary pills that A. had only used once, because they knocked him out for over twelve hours. I stared at them, turned to A. and said &#8220;no wonder she&#8217;s so calm today&#8221;. Because, yeah. She was walking, talking, hanging out. Her body was so used to drugs, I guess, that it didn&#8217;t affect her as it did to him. And she didn&#8217;t even bother to hide that she had stolen some.</p>
<p>One thing about bipolar people that I learned, that I really didn&#8217;t need to know&#8230; When they are manic they have absolutely no shame. I can&#8217;t even count the times that they fucked, in the living room, without even checking that the door to our room was closed. Hearing that sort of noises (because, yeah, she was loud) from your honorary sister? NOT FUN. </p>
<p>After a few weeks I felt like I was the crazy one. I couldn&#8217;t think. I couldn&#8217;t do my homework. I couldn&#8217;t do anything except sitting on the stoop smoking cigarettes I didn&#8217;t want to avoid the disaster area that was our flat. I had nowhere else to go. I couldn&#8217;t leave. I had to stick it out, like I had so many times before. So, yeah. I did. But it was by the skin of my teeth (an expression I loathe, by the way, teeth has no skin!).</p>
<p>After they left things calmed down some, except for the times they showed up and tried to bully us into giving them their things. In the end we put them outside the door and left the house for hours after calling to say that they had to pick them up or we&#8217;d bin them. </p>
<p>And A. still didn&#8217;t have a job.</p>
<p>We were so broke that we lived of rice with corn and soy sauce, alternated with pasta and peanut sauce (cheapest trick ever, peanutbutter, soysauce, water, vinegar and spices, costs nothing, tastes decent and provides no nutrition whatsoever). I was struggling to catch up on my schoolwork, an ever-losing battle, and in the end our mate Joe called to say that the café where he worked had an opening. The owners were immigrants, and possibly they would be lax about the paperwork. We hoped.</p>
<p>So I went for an interview, I faked all the names of the schools on the application and got the job. I started the next morning, and found it rather odd that I wasn&#8217;t even asked to wash my hands before being showed into a kitchen the size of a closet. Within the first hour I cut my thumb. </p>
<p>And&#8230; yeah.</p>
<p>Me and blood. Me and pain.</p>
<p>I went to get a glass of water and next thing I knew I heard the chorus to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kESiIh2RruA">747</a>, drowning out all sounds. I don&#8217;t know if everyone work like that, but always when I pass out I hear music. Often songs I haven&#8217;t listened to in months and months. Normally I am only gone a moment, but that time it must have been different, because they had time to call an ambulance.</p>
<p>Only Americans would call for an ambulance before the person came to, and they knew if it was serious or not. A. showed up right then, because I had forgotten my medication and texted him to come by with it. He found me sprawled onto the floor of the café, with every single customer staring at me.</p>
<p>When the ambulance showed up all I could think about was &#8220;please don&#8217;t let them ask for ID, please don&#8217;t let there be any record of this&#8221;. I was in pretty bad shape; cold sweat, shaking, my head spinning, the whole deal. Worse than any other episode I&#8217;ve had. And I had to fight it down and pretend that I was fine. When I signed the waiver saying that I had gone against medical advice not going with them to the hospital my hand was trembling so bad that I could barely write my own name.</p>
<p>They asked me to take the rest of the day off. Joe told me later that they hired somebody else an hour later. And without any paperwork&#8230; there wasn&#8217;t shit I could do about it.</p>
<p>Five years. I lived through five years of this hell. It&#8217;s a wonder I am as sane as I am. Just saying.</p>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><div align="justify">I meant to write about the time that I lost a job in two hours. Because, yes, I did this once. In fact, it was probably more like half an hour. But the story how it came to happen is sort of complicated, so I will make this one into two parts. This one is about American hospitals and transgender issues. Have patience.</p>
<p><a href="http://jumbledwritings.wordpress.com/2009/08/08/how-to-lose-a-job-in-two-hours-and-a-lot-more/">Part Two</a>.</p>
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<p>I didn&#8217;t work while in the U.S. My financial aid was almost as much as my partner made working for minimum wage, and I was trying to scramble together a degree while weird shit kept happening. Plus, it really wasn&#8217;t worth the risk. But finally we got desperate. </p>
<p>It was right after he had gotten fired because he was out sick too much. Part of this story is that if a transgendered person (FtM) is on hormone therapy (meaning, somebody, usually me, got to inject testosterone intramuscularly, which I had no problem with, it was kind of fun) for too long, which suppresses his period, his body will start protesting. So, while the testosterone keeps him from menstruating, the body is desperately trying to make him bleed. The result is awful, awful cramps. I imagine that the same thing happens if you stack your birth control to keep your period from coming. This was five years worth of period pain, though.</p>
<p>At the time he was working in a restaurant; hard manual labour, involving carrying bags with fifty pounds of potatoes, making mountains of sandwiches, mixing enormous batches of chicken salad, cleaning, doing trash runs. It wasn&#8217;t anything you could do while in that amount of pain. So, finally he realised that he had to have surgery. Because, yes, the only way to make this go away is by having a hysterectomy, removing both ovaries. His health insurance at the time was crap, because of the minimum wage job, and the deductible was 1800 USD. That means that you have to pay that amount before insurance covers anything. We managed to get a grant from a charity called <a href="http://www.modestneeds.org/">Modest Needs</a>, that paid for about half, but still had to struggle to scrape up the rest.</p>
<p>His mother and her wife had the money, but lived by the philosophy &#8216;once you&#8217;re 18, you&#8217;re on your own&#8217;. They didn&#8217;t give us a cent, even though his sister was, at the time, living with us, eating all our food and stealing pain meds from us to get high.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m really not sure how we managed to get the money together, but we did, through donations from friends, parents of our soccer kids, my family of course, and a payday loan (which is evil, never ever take one). On the morning of the surgery I listened to a voice mail that had come in. There was a message telling Aaron not to return to work after the surgery, including a list of how irresponsible he&#8217;d been.</p>
<p>Nobody at work knew that he was transgendered, so he hadn&#8217;t been able to tell them the real reason for his frequent sick days.</p>
<p>That sort of thing sends you head first into a panic, when you have just paid every cent you have for a procedure you have to have, are in serious debt and have no idea how to pay rent. But he had the surgery, and took forever to wake up, because they placed a button for morphine in his hand while waiting for him to wake up. If they had asked, I would have told him that he clenches his fists when he sleeps, and that it wasn&#8217;t safe. But they didn&#8217;t.</p>
<p>It took him nearly twelve hours to wake up, and first when he did I found out that it took that long because the excessive morphine had slowed his breathing down to an alarming rate. At some point it was four breaths per minute. An average adult takes 12-20 breaths per minute, so, yeah, it was pretty bad. The whole time I sat in the waiting room with his mother and two of his sisters. The one that lived with us, Evelyn, was the &#8220;black sheep&#8221; of the family. The mum and the other sister poked fun of her, her mental issues and her anxiety for hours. She ran outside crying. I followed. When we returned inside it continued.</p>
<p>For fucking hours.</p>
<p>The hospital experience was surreal. We were placed in the ob-gyn, because of the nature of the surgery. In all the other rooms there were women, most just having given birth or just being about to do so. We got a nice private room, the deluxe version. It took us two days to realise that this was (probably) because they didn&#8217;t want a tiny, bearded man to stumble down the corridors learning how to walk with a four inch incision in his stomach.</p>
<p>At some point his mother called and yelled at them for it. Her wife had had the same surgery the year before, and they made her get up and walk the first day. Aaron stayed in bed until late on day two. Then we walked the corridors with the others, and got our share of strange looks.</p>
<p>The first day they came inside to ask what he wanted for dinner, pork or chicken. &#8220;Um, I&#8217;m a vegan&#8221;, he said. &#8220;Okay, chicken then,&#8221; they said and handed us a tray.</p>
<p>I got to do emergency runs to Target to buy fake chicken nuggets, fruit, crackers and DANISHES. Because that was what he wanted. The nurses had a small fridge with stuff for visitors. It was filled with Jell-O pudding, Diet Coke and Pepsi. No fruit anywhere to be seen.</p>
<p>But at least they were stocked up on soda.</p>
<p>On day three Aaron was released. At that point he could almost walk straight, and the STAPLES (yes, seriously) were removed from the scar. We lived on the second floor, steep, old fashioned stair cases, no elevator. I seriously wasn&#8217;t sure that he would be able to climb those stairs, but we were told that the insurance only covered three days, did we have 10,000 USD to pay for a fourth day?</p>
<p>We didn&#8217;t have twenty bucks between the two of us. We went home.</p>
<p>When we got there the flat smelled like smoke, despite Evelyn not being allowed to smoke indoors, due to Aaron&#8217;s asthma. She was in the middle of fucking her boyfriend in our bed when I opened the door.</p>
<p>Also, did I mention the part where she allowed him and his non-housebroken puppy to move in while we were gone? And that I was in the middle of trying to write my thesis (b-uppsats), but couldn&#8217;t concentrate? It was a crazy crazy time. What I remember the most from it is sitting on the stoop with Rod, the guy from across the hall, drinking beer while the damn puppy (that suddenly became my responsibility) ran around on the dry grass.</p>
<p>The next week our car was repossessed.</p></div>
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