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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8CQH45fCp7ImA9WhRbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008141</id><updated>2012-02-11T07:54:21.024-05:00</updated><category term="family and friends" /><category term="100 List" /><category term="animals" /><category term="technology" /><category term="travel" /><category term="rock" /><category term="photography" /><category term="movies" /><category term="books" /><category term="gardening" /><category term="house" /><category term="prank" /><category term="scooters / mopeds" /><category term="as seen on tv" /><category term="fashion" /><category term="work" /><category term="television" /><title>Kate's Point of View</title><subtitle type="html">The product of creative frustration.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katespov.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://katespov.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008141/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406188803035019223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>764</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/KatesPointOfView" /><feedburner:info uri="katespointofview" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>KatesPointOfView</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAAR3c9eip7ImA9WhRbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008141.post-6756652247522932440</id><published>2012-02-11T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T07:52:26.962-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-11T07:52:26.962-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rock" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals" /><title>What I've Been Clicking On This Week</title><content type="html">I've been a lot busier than normal over the last few weeks. One the one hand, it's great because time flies and I feel really productive. On the other, I really miss downtime. Here's what I've still been managing to distract myself with:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just in time for Valentine's Day, here is an easy craft you can try - &lt;a href="http://www.curbly.com/users/craftmel/posts/13344-felt-heart-bookmark" target="_blank"&gt;felt heart bookmarks&lt;/a&gt;. I made two and they were pretty easy and definitely cute.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I read I Can Has Cheezburger every day. Not all of the posts are funny, but enough are that I stay loyal to the site. &lt;a href="http://icanhas.cheezburger.com/5746355456" target="_blank"&gt;This post just made me laugh.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;There is a new issue of Time Magazine coming out soon that I'm going to be checking out for sure, and think you should, too. It's all about &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/covers/0,16641,20120220,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;animal friendships&lt;/a&gt;. Cute pictures guaranteed.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Guess what I got to say to Wonder Boy the other day? &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/89909427/yoda-best-letterpess-valentine-card" target="_blank"&gt;"Yoda Best!" I said it with this awesome card.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I was shopping online for some vintage-looking shoes and saw &lt;a href="http://www.shopadidas.com/product/womens-originals-starstripe-swi/RD861?cid=X30165" target="_blank"&gt;this horrendous bathing suit&lt;/a&gt;. The thing is, it's so bad that it's almost awesome. Almost.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Finally, I want to leave you all with a little rock. My dedication to The Features never wavers so I've been really excited to see them getting some good press. Their song was featured in an Asics commercial:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9ODomuKPW0c?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They were also in a recent Express campaign - both their music and the actual band members:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ke15O_b4eQs?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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This weekend I hung out with some friends and I was feeling pretty good. Someone pointed out a giant hoola hoop in their living room and said its what Beard and his wife use for exercise. What?!? I was, and am, so entertained by this for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The image I have in my head of Beard hool hooping makes me laugh.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You can hoola hoop for exercise? Sign me up!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;I was feeling good enough that I started hoola hooping right in the middle of their party and had a good ole time. &lt;br /&gt;
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This particular hoola hoop was weighted, which is part of why it was good for exercise. Yesterday I ran right out and bought my very own hoola hoop. And last night I did a very strenuous workout of hoola hooping for 10 minutes while watching TV. I can only image what neighbors thought if they walked past our house and could see in the front window…&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biggie with my hoola hoop.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
My wants with sewing are pretty simple. I’d like to be able to make curtains, napkins and do basic alterations on clothing. I’ve done this stuff in the past but I was winging it and it showed. These online classes are great because each ones builds on the last so your skills accumulate over time. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For lesson number one I made a small drawstring gift bag. It was basically just a petite pillowcase before I added the drawstring, so I think I know how to make pillowcases now, too! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6770525087_84fd4e07a6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6770525087_84fd4e07a6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's review:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade 1: Cute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade 2: This hairdo combined with the frilly dress is passable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade 3: What is with the top? My bangs are iffy but overall this is fine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade 4: Missing, thank goodness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade 5: Side mini-ponytail &lt;i&gt;with a scrunchy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and a top featuring the world's largest safety pins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade 6: &lt;i&gt;Another&lt;/i&gt; side min-ponytail ... but I remember that vest and I thought it was awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade 7: There is nothing to say except Wow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade 8: My bangs are fierce but at least I've almost grown out the awful perm from grade 7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008141-4293856138470657707?l=katespov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;While I do have a storage container for my gift wrap supplies, my wrapping paper won't all fit in it so I have it all propped up inside my bedroom closet. It works fine when the paper is still shrink-wrapped, but once it's open... what a mess. Until now. &lt;a href="http://joyastle.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Joy Astle&lt;/a&gt; shares a wonderful &lt;a href="http://joyastle.com/Joyastle/finding_joy/Entries/2012/1/21.html" target="_blank"&gt;idea for keeping your wrapping paper organized and doing a little recycling at the same time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My mom has a total green thumb and always has stuff growing at home. After seeing her work wonders with so many plants, I don't think this concept should have been new to me. &lt;a href="http://homemadeserenity.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Homemade Serenity&lt;/a&gt; shares tips on how to make food last. The tips are good in general, but the one for &lt;a href="http://homemadeserenity.blogspot.com/2011/03/putting-food-by-beef-onions-and-vanilla.html" target="_blank"&gt;making your supply of green onions never run out is genius&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Valentine's Day is right around the corner. While major greetings card companies make a huge &amp;nbsp;profit over the next few weeks, I'm more intrigued by what smaller card designers are producing. I wish this &lt;a href="http://www.shopscad.com/cart/product.php?productid=1039&amp;amp;cat=267&amp;amp;page=1" target="_blank"&gt;Awesome!&lt;/a&gt; card wasn't sold out or it would be mine. (It reminds me of How I Met Your Mother.) Totally not a Valentine's Day Card but I saw a birthday card interspersed with the holiday ones. I wish they didn't come in sets of 10 because I know &lt;a href="http://www.shopscad.com/cart/product.php?productid=16793&amp;amp;cat=267&amp;amp;page=1" target="_blank"&gt;my mom would get a kick out of this card&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't buy it, but I really like this &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/87906688/handmade-a6-greeting-card-with-envelope" target="_blank"&gt;I Freakin' Love You card&lt;/a&gt; because it's stitched and I just think that is awesome.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Infographics are getting a lot of attention online lately. There have been some great tongue-in-cheek ones created. I especially like these &lt;a href="http://bookriot.com/2012/01/20/what-would-insert-ya-heroine-here-do/" target="_blank"&gt;infographs that Book Riot posted featuring young adult heroines&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, I want to point everyone to my friend Steve's new blog &lt;a href="http://citizenpork.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Citizen Pork&lt;/a&gt;. The blog is a photo journal of positive things and people in Cincinnati. His photography is really beautiful and I've loved seeing him tackle new subjects. His most recent post on the Save the Animals Foundation here in Cincinnati has some adorable pictures of animals and helps champion a cause I care deeply about.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grades weren’t nearly as good as I remembered.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I scored really well on standardized tests, which makes sense because I loved taking them. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Based on my test scores, I should have done much better in school. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A Catholic education might have been wasted on me.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;The reason for that last point is my deplorable track record in religion classes. From second to eight grade (I went to public school for first grade), here are my grades in religion class:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nY1__JC8u0c/TzZk2jlc7zI/AAAAAAAAAbw/lNKGK80PPwY/s1600/Report+Cards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nY1__JC8u0c/TzZk2jlc7zI/AAAAAAAAAbw/lNKGK80PPwY/s400/Report+Cards.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In either grade I have a 6 by my grade. That indicates that I am not applying myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uremdbluAjQ/TzZk9b1xNKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/rjCYICYibkE/s1600/Comment+Code.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uremdbluAjQ/TzZk9b1xNKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/rjCYICYibkE/s400/Comment+Code.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I still remember getting the D in the sixth grade. One of the primary ways my mom tried to get through to me wad “What would your grandma think?” Obviously, based on my grades, she would have thought I was a heathen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008141-3038774732666600068?l=katespov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had lots of piece of art and writing in my memory box, which makes sense. All throughout growing up I was encouraged to pursue creative endeavors. After reading some of my old assignments and essays, I’m thinking I should have been encouraged to be a little happier. Check out this morbid piece of writing from when I eight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-go_cxcxHL7s/TyBumlMu27I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HhP49TsvYr0/s1600/Ronald-Turkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-go_cxcxHL7s/TyBumlMu27I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HhP49TsvYr0/s400/Ronald-Turkey.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Transcript:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Hi. I’m Ronald the turkey. I’m six. My sister Jenny’s three. Oh no Mr. Baker is coming with a hatchet. He’s coming for me. I wish I could fly! Oh no! Slice!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008141-2034779723151196997?l=katespov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I consider all concert goals as open action items. As in, if the person or group goes on tour, I will make my schedule open and take immediate action to buy tickets! From the rest, I wanted to choose about 5 things I can focus on. Right now, here’s where I’m at:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play an instrument. A year ago Wonder Boy gifted me a banjo. My plan was to sign up for lessons after some house renovations were done. Little did I know that the renovations that were scheduled to take 6 weeks would take about 9 months! For Christmas this year, Wonder Boy got me a banjo lesson. I have no excuses!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to sew. I found a really cool online course set that teaches sewing and helps you make things that are actually really cool. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to ride the city bus. I am embarrassed by the fact that I live within a mile of downtown and about three houses down from a bus stop but have no idea at all for how to use the bus system. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make pasta from scratch. I have given this several tries and always failed, with the exception of making spaetzle, which is so easy it barely counts. I have all of the necessary tools. I can succeed at this. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch all of the movies in the &lt;a href="http://www.afi.com/100years/movies10.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;AFI 100 Movies list&lt;/a&gt;. I’m a little intimidated by the amount of movies on this list I haven’t seen (84!), but I think it would be a good task. There are so many pop and cultural references I miss out on because I haven’t seen some of the films. The big dilemma here is that it would mean watching Star Wars. Do I have it in me? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because watching 84 movies in a year is a little daunting and would, I think, have a direct correlation with the growth of my behind, I have a back up goal of Meditation. I could use a little zen in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008141-4309247928640568379?l=katespov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just like when I saw the &lt;a href="http://katespov.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-ive-been-clicking-on-this-week.html"&gt;T-shirt with a flying squirrel on it and had to immediately buy it&lt;/a&gt;, when I spotted a guy in a commercial last night wearing a &lt;a href="http://www.spreadshirt.com/elephant-in-glasses-t-shirts-C3376A8473041" target="_blank"&gt;T-shirt adorned with an elephant wearing glasses&lt;/a&gt;, I found it online and ordered it right away.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sticking with the squirrel theme, did you know that &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=23397573&amp;amp;catId=HOME-OFFICE&amp;amp;pushId=HOME-OFFICE&amp;amp;popId=HOME&amp;amp;navCount=18&amp;amp;color=016&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;isSubcategory=true&amp;amp;subCategoryId=HOME-OFFICE-SUPPLIES&amp;amp;templateType=subCategory" target="_blank"&gt;Anthropologie sells a squirrel tape dispenser&lt;/a&gt;? Awesome.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/tv/my-cat-from-hell/" target="_blank"&gt;Animal Planet has a show called My Cat From Hell&lt;/a&gt; and it's ridiculously dumb but also pretty darn entertaining. I don't watch it all of the time, but when I do, I get to see things like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="369" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6A_3KUVJAyg?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I have a little niece and haven't gotten enough time alone with her to do any photo shoots. Yet. Do you think I can convince he parents to let me do this? (Idea and photo from &lt;a href="http://piccsy.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Piccsy&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://piccsy.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://images.piccsy.com/cache/images/mustache-time-174315-530-1171.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;If I'm not allowed to take pictures of my niece like the one above, then I will just &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/geek-kids/1-3-years/eacc/?srp=1" target="_blank"&gt;have to influence her in other ways&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Finally, I have a message just for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Over the years, I’ve proudly announced to anyone who would listen that I have never seen any of the Star Wars films nor any of the  Lord of the Rings trilogy. I have no logic behind the Star Wars resistance except that it seems to really bug a lot of people. For Lord of the Rings, I actually had good reasoning. When I was in high school I read the Lord of the Rings series as well as &lt;i&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/i&gt; and I loved them. I was transported into other worlds and I loved how Tolkien’s words translated into how I pictured the characters. Once you see a movie, it is my experience that any preconceptions you had for characters’ appearances and voices go out the window. &lt;br /&gt;
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Several months ago I saw a preview for the movie version of “The Hobbit.” It looked so good! And, I realized that I had officially forgotten enough of the book that watching it might be okay. Furthermore, I had forgotten enough of the Lord of the Rings trilogy that watching the movies might be an option for me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Several years ago – it will be four years come this February – I actually went to Hobbiton while on my honeymoon in New Zealand. Picture me during the tour of Hobbiton, surrounded by Lord of the Rings freaks and trying not to let on that I had no clue what anyone was talking about. Fortunately, the tour was actually pretty awesome. One thing our tour guide told us that really impressed me was the level of care Peter Jackson took to be true to the book. That was such a vote in his favor! There have been plenty of things I have avoided (Harry Potter) simply because I get so indignant over how people refer to the book versus the movie or to related books. &lt;br /&gt;
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I’m digressing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wonder Boy and I watched Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring. I am pretty sure this was a dream come true for Wonder Boy. Normally he has to watch his geek movies when I am otherwise occupied. Some reactions to the film:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It’s long. I think I got bed sores on my butt from sitting still for so long. But overall it was pretty good!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;While I have certainly not sought it out, I know quite a bit about the Lord of the Rings movies. I did not know Orland Bloom was in them. He looks so different! Make-up job well done. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In part because I was able to watch the movie from the vantage point of having been in Hobbiton, I have such a huge respect for the movie trickery done in terms of making the actors all look such different heights. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I heart Ian McKellan. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I was distracted at several parts during the film thinking about the merchandising that must have occurred afterwards. You &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; people have replicas of that ring as their wedding bands.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Here’s the one additional takeaway I had. Seeing a much-hyped movie, a movie that some cult-like following, long after its release can be dangerous. I have been told by countless people how this movie is &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. I think it was hyped up too much. I mean, I thought it was good, but not awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some photos of Wonder Boy and I in Hobbiton:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My reaction to going to Hobbiton.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2353/2377474438_3961cbcb29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2353/2377474438_3961cbcb29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder Boy's reaction to visiting Hobbiton.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Hobbiton. The Hobbiton scenes were filmed on a farm and the family who owns the farm is allowed to maintain the structures but not the decorations and things from the movie, hence the white-washed buildings.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder Boy and I in Bag End. We are clearly taller than Hobbits.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tree from the party scene.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The Forever Lazy is like a Snuggie taken to a whole new level of weird. It’s essentially a onesie for adults. To wear out in public. Whaaat? It’s like having little kid footed pajamas for adults (which would be awesome &lt;i&gt;to sleep in&lt;/i&gt;) only the Forever Lazy isn’t full-footed. It comes with matching footies. &lt;br /&gt;
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So all of this strikes me as silly but not a big deal. Certainly not worth commenting on. But wait! There’s more! The Forever Lazy is more convenient that most bodysuits you wear out in public because it contains both a front slot and a back flap to make things easier if you have to go to the bathroom. Whaaaaaat? &lt;br /&gt;
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Scenario: You’re out tailgating before a football game (a situation the website for the Forever Lazy seems to suggest would be a perfect use for this product) and suddenly you stomach cramps up. You have a stomach virus. But you’re wearing your Forever Lazy. There is No Way At All for that situation to end well. &lt;br /&gt;
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For entertainment only, I suggest you watch the promotional video for the Forever Lazy. I wouldn’t recommend getting one, unless, of course, you’re willing to send me a picture of yourself in it. I could always use a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xY9OtSbDZ8SbNER3b9cSxyn1phw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xY9OtSbDZ8SbNER3b9cSxyn1phw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KatesPointOfView/~4/5RO4YMzcjSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katespov.blogspot.com/feeds/8303587557409407979/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008141&amp;postID=8303587557409407979" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008141/posts/default/8303587557409407979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008141/posts/default/8303587557409407979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KatesPointOfView/~3/5RO4YMzcjSI/feeling-forever-lazy.html" title="Feeling Forever Lazy" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406188803035019223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/5S2p7AiNX9g/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katespov.blogspot.com/2012/01/feeling-forever-lazy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8FRHw5eyp7ImA9WhRWGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008141.post-3177060332096954780</id><published>2012-01-06T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:00:15.223-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T08:00:15.223-05:00</app:edited><title>What I've Been Clicking On This Week</title><content type="html">I got to spend several days after the holidays relaxing and it was glorious. I had time to read several books, see some movies and look at ridiculous things online.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got some very exciting news this week and learned that one of my siblings got engaged to someone I absolutely love! Two siblings with upcoming nuptials! It makes some of the wedding things I've been seeing a little more interesting, like this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/240309330086436084/" target="_blank"&gt;packaging idea for some bridal gifts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I've been overwhelmed lately by all of the great photography I've been seeing. National Geographic shared a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/travelnews/2011/12/pictures/111223-travel-photography-contest/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ng%2FNews%2FNews_Main+%28National+Geographic+News+-+Main%29#/white-sea-russia-diver-beluga-whale_46252_600x450.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;picture of a beluga whale&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;as one of the best pictures of 2011. I have to agree!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://citizenpork.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Citizen Pork&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;shared some information about&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://citizenpork.blogspot.com/2011/12/michael-w.html" target="_blank"&gt;the photographer Michael Wilson&lt;/a&gt;, who is a great Cincinnati treasure. Then I saw a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mallhaciel.tumblr.com/post/10120900023/fuckyeahvintage-retro-nyc-grand-central" target="_blank"&gt;stunning picture of NYC Grand Central Station&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- the light is amazing.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I love, love, love Thursdays on &lt;a href="http://www.designsponge.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Design Sponge&lt;/a&gt; when the post there &lt;a href="http://www.designsponge.com/category/before-and-after" target="_blank"&gt;Before and Afters&lt;/a&gt;. So fun! One was posted this week of a &lt;a href="http://www.designsponge.com/2012/01/before-after-childrens-dresser-refresh.html" target="_blank"&gt;facelift given to a dresser&lt;/a&gt; and the end result was wonderful.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A few days before Christmas, &lt;a href="http://rarebirdfinds.typepad.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Rare Bird Finds&lt;/a&gt; posted a &lt;a href="http://rarebirdfinds.typepad.com/rare_bird_finds/2011/12/flying-squirrel.html" target="_blank"&gt;hysterical shirt with a flying squirrel on it&lt;/a&gt;. There are some things that take no thought. I saw it and knew Wonder Boy had to have it! Coincidentally, it arrived on the day we exchanged gifts!&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WG2MlouQeOk_kzHxdRXn5PusHQA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WG2MlouQeOk_kzHxdRXn5PusHQA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KatesPointOfView/~4/umoFJTf3qrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katespov.blogspot.com/feeds/3177060332096954780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008141&amp;postID=3177060332096954780" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008141/posts/default/3177060332096954780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008141/posts/default/3177060332096954780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KatesPointOfView/~3/umoFJTf3qrI/what-ive-been-clicking-on-this-week.html" title="What I've Been Clicking On This Week" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406188803035019223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katespov.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-ive-been-clicking-on-this-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQGSX47fCp7ImA9WhRWFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008141.post-3274817923291725587</id><published>2012-01-02T10:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:15:28.004-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T10:15:28.004-05:00</app:edited><title>Breaking Point</title><content type="html">The other day I went to the mall. I really don't like malls. The crowds. The people walking slow. Paying retail. But I needed some updates for my wardrobe, so I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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I chose a different mall then the suburban hell one I normally go to and was grateful that it was less crowded. Unfortunately I didn't know it as well so I shopped for about an hour having to go to the bathroom the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I headed home I still had to go to the bathroom but the drive would be short. No worries. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;
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About 10 minutes into my 15 minute drive, traffic stopped. Like we all turned off our cars stopped. Like I got the book out of my trunk and was reading on the highway. I tried so hard to immerse myself in my book. I tried to distract myself from the bladder I knew was about to explode. No go.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started plotting how I could pee. The side of the highway offered to place to hide. I had no container in my car in which to go. I needed to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my trunk I had my shopping bags from the mall and a bunch of reusable grocery bags. I decided that I could pee into a plastic bag from the mall that was inside a reusable grocery bag for added security. This is how desperate I was.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had everything set. I was seconds from putting my plan into motion. Not even that long. Then I saw the woman in the car behind me get out and I tried to act cool. She came to my car window.&lt;br /&gt;
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"The high way is opening up," she tells me. (Do you think from her perch in her SUV she could see what I was about to do???)&lt;br /&gt;
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Ten minutes later I got to use a real bathroom and it was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lessons learned? ALWAYS go to the bathroom if you need to go. You never know when your next chance might be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008141-3274817923291725587?l=katespov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rc_HRwuRTkS2OQt1HXri_aZvzgM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rc_HRwuRTkS2OQt1HXri_aZvzgM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KatesPointOfView/~4/U6SYXFj5BHk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katespov.blogspot.com/feeds/3274817923291725587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008141&amp;postID=3274817923291725587" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008141/posts/default/3274817923291725587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008141/posts/default/3274817923291725587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KatesPointOfView/~3/U6SYXFj5BHk/breaking-point.html" title="Breaking Point" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406188803035019223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katespov.blogspot.com/2012/01/breaking-point.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBR3w9cSp7ImA9WhRWEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008141.post-1373525040172939778</id><published>2011-12-29T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:25:56.269-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T10:25:56.269-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rock" /><title>My UN-IRONIC Love of Pop</title><content type="html">Was looking for something online and found this, which I love.&lt;br /&gt;
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The older of the two (both are younger than me) is a die hard Lionel Richie fan. She is Super Fan Number One. So when I stumbled across a &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/74684061/hello-lionel-richie-mug-travel-mug-with" target="_blank"&gt;hand-painted Lionel Richie travel mug&lt;/a&gt;, I knew my sister had to have it. I'm pretty sure it was a hit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6577506565_691f7497d7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6577506565_691f7497d7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was a little sad that the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/81628051/hello-lionel-richie-ritchie-teapot-tea" target="_blank"&gt;hand-painted Lionel Richie teapot&lt;/a&gt; was out of stock. Hello? Is it tea you're looking for? Hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;
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My other sister has a thing for men in uniform. I know lots of ladies feel the same, but I think my sister takes it to a new level. Once a bunch of us were hanging out at my parents house and Wonder Boy came over straight from work wearing medical scrubs. Now scrubs aren't exactly a uniform but pretty close. As soon as we saw him we all collectively agreed it would be bad when my sister spotted him. I don't know if it really turned out bad, per se, but she was very enthusiastic about his outfit. Anyway, when I saw a &lt;a href="http://www.neatoshop.com/product/I-Love-Men-in-Uniform-Mug" target="_blank"&gt;I Love Men in Uniform&lt;/a&gt; mug posted on Pinterest and immediately bought it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6577514821_f6b6cf1771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6577514821_f6b6cf1771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So now my take on mugs is they are not lame as long as they are awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008141-5956748894194217205?l=katespov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This year our grape yield was nil. (It could be because we have never really &lt;a href="http://ohioline.osu.edu/hyg-fact/1000/1423.html" target="_blank"&gt;pruned our grape vines appropriately&lt;/a&gt;…) So Wonder Boy and I were panicked about how we could continue our tradition of homemade preserves. &lt;br /&gt;
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This year we explored making something new. Apple Butter. It was such a better experience! It is so much easier to make than jam and yields so much more as an end result. We spent half as much time in the kitchen and have three times as many jars to show for it! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6101/6319053049_9f509532c5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6101/6319053049_9f509532c5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We used the &lt;a href="http://recipes.sparkpeople.com/recipe-detail.asp?recipe=687998" target="_blank"&gt;Ball Blue Book apple butter recipe&lt;/a&gt;. I cannot recommend it enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008141-5330771769246417481?l=katespov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7148/6565700621_766c1591c6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7148/6565700621_766c1591c6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I were five years old and got shoes as a gift, I'd think they were boooooring. So I improved upon the idea. (I didn't suggest add-ons for the younger nephew because, though I love him lots, I've seen him run and it's cute but not ... steady looking. He didn't need any flair added to his shoes that could impede balance.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Via the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/smallfly?ref=seller_info" target="_blank"&gt;Smallfly&lt;/a&gt; shop on Etsy I bought some &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62638289/superhero-shoes-gold-lightning" target="_blank"&gt;lightning bolts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6565754655_1fc13af544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6565754655_1fc13af544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6565751889_df775af864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6565751889_df775af864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think these are &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt;. And now my nephew can be super fast, just like The Flash.&lt;br /&gt;
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My green and white pendant is good. Not awesome, but I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The red pendant I made? I'm blown away. I am so proud of myself for having produced this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6560948453_8ecd6e08df.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6560948453_8ecd6e08df.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’ve been pretty entranced with crafts lately. I think it’s because I keep seeing money go out the door and crafting seems like an inexpensive way to have fun. Via &lt;a href="http://www.lifehacker.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lifehacker&lt;/a&gt; I saw this awesome way to &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/crafts/reusable-lunch-containers-785113/" target="_blank"&gt;make sandwich containers from old milk jugs&lt;/a&gt;. Right now I use &lt;a href="http://www.snacktaxi.com/snack-sacks.html" target="_blank"&gt;snack taxi’s&lt;/a&gt; for everything but I also end up recycling a lot of milk containers so I think this could be a good activity.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;For my birthday I asked for an embosser with initials of both me and Wonder Boy. I love it and have been embossing holiday gift tags, mostly because I can. I never thought of taking it much further. &lt;a href="http://tradewindtiaras.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Tradewind Tiaras&lt;/a&gt; showed someone &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/240309330086391242/" target="_blank"&gt;using an embosser on a paper napkin&lt;/a&gt; and all of a sudden I can think of so many more things to emboss! Calling cards. Post-it notes. Toilet paper. Probably not the lat one but it would class up my bathroom.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;What’s cuter than a baby elephant? &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1331744/Baby-Pele-elephant-Luk-Chai-shows-football-skills-Sydneys-Taronga-Zoo.html" target="_blank"&gt;A baby elephant playing soccer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Over the holidays I go to a lot of events (so, so many) and I always feel obligated to being some dish or drink. I’m totally good with that but I’m also in a rut and keep bringing the same things. For the new year’s party I’m going to, I think I might mix things up and &lt;a href="http://rock-ur-party.tablespoon.com/2011/07/12/butterbeer-jelly-shots/" target="_blank"&gt;try out these jello shots&lt;/a&gt;. Pretty and fun! (I might not follow the actual recipe but I definitely want to try the sprinkles.)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A friend of mine found these &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/240309330086415570/" target="_blank"&gt;awesome cards for bad parkers&lt;/a&gt; and swears he didn’t learn about them by having on left on his windshield. I have so many bad parkers in my neighborhood. I think I might have to purchase these cards in bulk.&lt;/li&gt;
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What had me laughing my butt off? Callin' Oates. You can read the article on &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/2011/12/21/144069758/callin-oates-the-hotline-you-dont-need-but-might-call-anyway" target="_blank"&gt;NPR's site&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for a full explanation of what the heck I am talking about. Or,&amp;nbsp;you can just trust me and call this number:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;719-26-OATES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Be prepared to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;
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