Monthly Archives: September 2007

Check This Out!

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I imagine many people that find their way to this post via a Myspace.com bulletin may be initially decieved due to my choice of title; however, that is not my intent. I found this title relevant to the subject matter. In November, it will have been one year since I began volunteering with the American Cancer Society. We began working in February of this year, on a campaign for Breast Cancer Awareness month – October. The idea I pitched consisted of a mirror cling, a simple message and some persuasive facts. The mirror cling idea was a huge hit. As of Friday, September 21, the mirror clings were printed and delivered to the Kansas City ACS office and a few days later I received by mail, two samples of what started as a local Brest Cancer Awareness initiative and may now turn into a regional campaign. I am extremely pleased to have been part of such a great cause and…

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If You Die, You’re Fired

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Mishaps on the job can happen. Sometimes they can be fatal, and that is where it gets seriously serious. If you work in a field that requires you wear a hardhat, then you may have some sort of safety training involved. If you work in a field, then you’re probably going to be using farm equipment. If you work in doors, you run the risk of shutting your finger in one. My point is that Worker’s Compensation doesn’t compensate you if you’re irresponsible enough to get yourself killed. And, if you stop showing up, then you should refer to my title…and I’m not talking about the M and the r. The other night I learned something(s). Of the evenings subject matter, I learned the five Latin languages of love. I did not, however, learn how to speak all of them, I learned which five of the 6,912 known living languages, (just learned that), they are…Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, French and Romanian….

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Wear Statements

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T-shirts can be great conversation starters. I own several that I wear regularly for that purpose. I wish I had the first one on today… “Quit touching my f*cking screen” The screen is the single most expensive part of a laptop – do not touch it! If I spend over one thousand dollars on a piece of equipment, I don’t want to have to replace it because you are so eager to point out what you’re talking about. The screen is about thirteen by eight…I’m sure I know what you’re talking about without the visual reference via fingernail poke. “I am currently idle” If I’m wearing headphones, typing and working diligently – leave me alone. Interruptions are the leading cause of interruptions. I complete approximately five-percent fewer tasks completed per shoulder tap. “Save trees – beat the sh!t out of a printer” Who uses a printer anymore? I can’t believe how many sheets are wasted on printing something that could…

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Easier Said

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Once a week, I epiphany myself into thinking a change is needed in my life…there is something I’m not taking advantage of, or something is going to pass me by if I don’t “act now,” as most infomercials plea. Then, come Friday, I realize everything is just fine and there is no need to stop this train. If I pick up enough steam, the unfavorable situations, hurtful people and stress that get in my way will only hear the stuttered sneeze as I roll on…(“a choo-choo”). I pride myself on my auricular armor. I’m decently prepared to defend myself against the things that will never hurt me, but I don’t subscribe to that precept. In fact, I can candidly state that there is a strong chance you, too, have been hurt by words. Two things I have learned in my twenty-five: 1. The best defense is a good offense 2. Never be ignored

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MS-150: Day Two

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I woke up twice while dozing off after the two complimentary beverages. Once to a group of children playing kickball outside my tent – relative term for sleep quarters donated by Mike. The second time I woke was per my swollen bladder. I fell asleep bloated from drinking copious amounts of H2O, knowing that I had reached an age where I figured my body had gained control over unconscious accidents. I also knew in the back of my mind that the water would eventually have to be released. I was too tired to go then, so I concentrated until I was on my way to REM and hoped for the best while I slept – this may become more difficult with age. Eventually, the surge woke me…and, I’m not talking about that crappy Coca-Cola™ product which made a brief cameo circa 1997. (I know some people will argue my previous claim – especially those that pay through the nose on…

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MS-150: Day One

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Two-thousand-plus riders left Raymore-Peculiar High around seven-thirty a.m. on Saturday, September 8, 2007. The overcast sky and cool breeze was quite refreshing, considering I was riding on about an inch of cushioning and less than four hours of sleep. I canoe it last year, (knew is spelled how the word I used in its place, sounds), but you have a lot of time to think while riding your bike eighty-two miles. My fondness of learning was satisfied by what I learned between an odd place and Sedalia, MO and the time leading up to the ride back. These IQ plus-ones include: 1. Never listen/watch the Justin Timberlake concert within a week of spending eight hours on your bike…sans iPod. Similar to showering, when you ride your bike down a two-lane paved highway between farms, you get that inexorable urge to sing, but you’re not alone. The embarrassment arrives as the person passing you approaches and can hear you singing “Cry…

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My Favorite Part

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I received a call tonight – actually, several. The call referenced sixty-five characters ago, (you have no idea how long it took to get that figure), was from my younger sister, Stephanie. She’s a good one; good sister that is. She called to wish me luck on my bike ride and tell me the three words she won’t let a conversation end without. Kinda got to me. Enough to sit down while in the midst of packing and write her first blog… Three weeks ago, I spent two-and-a-half hours in the thick, humid air that we labeled “Saturday” watching softball with my little sister. We arrived as the first game’s high-fives were in progress and judging by my brother’s team’s positive attitudes, they won. My role is a difficult one; challenging at times, but always worth it. It requires my attention 24/7…I’m always on the clock. Even two days ago when my c-sectioned follower called just to say she loves…

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Two More Than Just You

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The only goal I have set for myself in writing this post is to completely get my point across during the next two Kanye West songs and one Longview song currently enqueued in Winamp. I’m not sure if I can type that quickly, especially the way my brain works. (See, I added that sentence even though it was completely unnecessary.) I consume all that is advertising. I critique and evaluate every ad I come in contact with. My favorites include homemade ads – case-in-point would be commercials for car dealerships. The cast includes the employees, the owner and the attractive daughter of someone on the “good” side of the family, whom you will also never see at the dealership. I’m not here to attack car dealerships and their sincere need to involve a real ad agency in the production of their TV spots. No, I’m going to complain about another type of ad – a type of ad you may…

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