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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perspective" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Snack Time" /><title>Really?</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;The other day, I was sitting at my computer when my stomach made a growl.&amp;nbsp; Hungry I quickly looked for a way to temporarily satisfy my craving.&amp;nbsp; I was at a client's office, so&amp;nbsp;I headed to their break room.&amp;nbsp; Luckily enough, they had a fully stocked vending machine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;I picked my victim, item E104.&amp;nbsp; Everybody loves the 440 calorie snack, "The Big Texas Cinnamon Roll".&amp;nbsp; I entered my $1.00 and went to punch the number when I noticed something odd.&amp;nbsp; Underneath the numbers that select your delicious prize, there was braille.&amp;nbsp; Now I'm all for assisting those in need, but c'mon&amp;nbsp; You're going to put braille on a vending machine, without giving the blind a chance to know their options?&amp;nbsp; Really?.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maybe the handicapped get to play a snack-roulette game that we know nothing of?&amp;nbsp; Perhaps we should all participate in this game where we (some literally) *blindly* select a snack by entering random digits together without first viewing the options?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was younger, sometimes the only cereal we had left was Frosted Mini-Wheats.&amp;nbsp; This was agonizing as I hated the dry wheat fibers that stuck to your teeth.&amp;nbsp; This had to be a cereal made strictly for the oldest of the old.&amp;nbsp; Those with dentures that could take them out and just gnaw on these bad boys for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next thing you know, I'm 22.&amp;nbsp; I open the cupboard to find what I might be eating for breakfast and I see the box (generic version).&amp;nbsp; The 10 year old Brady would've been shocked by the reaction I had.&amp;nbsp; I was excited.&amp;nbsp; "I haven't had these in awhile!", I thought.&amp;nbsp; The box was half empty and was gone by the next day.&amp;nbsp; The next box lasted 3 days I think (I went to the store and got 2 more last night).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People have told me that my taste buds would change as I got older.&amp;nbsp; I was afraid that might mean I'd have to eat more vegetables.&amp;nbsp; I really don't mind adding to the plethora of breakfast options I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293380255645169821-3449536976920231421?l=adoroacristo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;Now the players&amp;nbsp; came back out in their pads and it was time to start&amp;nbsp; stretching.&amp;nbsp; It was at this point that I realized these players are no different than me.&amp;nbsp; If you exclude them being at least 5 inches taller, at least 60 pounds heavier and about twice as fast and strong, we're practically the same.&amp;nbsp; What I mean to be getting at is it didn't feel like I was standing in the presence of greatness (not to say that they aren't fantastic athletes).&amp;nbsp; Maybe if I was 7 years old, I would have had a different perspective.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I loved being there and seeing all of them so close.&amp;nbsp; It just seemed like while I was watching them stretch like I was watching my cousin stretch.&amp;nbsp; My cousin who also happens to be one of the fastest wide receivers around that happens to catch almost every pass thrown his way.&amp;nbsp; That's right, good ol' cuz Reggie Wayne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I miss the days when I'd be home by 3:00PM at the latest.&amp;nbsp; Oh yea, and the same days when my first&lt;br /&gt;
class/activity that I had to be at was at noon.&amp;nbsp; What I would give to go back and time and live forever at college.&lt;br /&gt;
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In other news, I'm back in Springfield working on another client.&amp;nbsp; That means one more month of driving back and forth each day.&amp;nbsp; Whoop.&amp;nbsp; Then, when I get done out there, it's vacation time!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm definitely looking forward to this one!&amp;nbsp; Our first vacation away (apart from our amazing honeymoon).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293380255645169821-6896269234052304936?l=adoroacristo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's easily enough to pay off my student loans.&amp;nbsp; The odds of winning?&amp;nbsp; 1 in 175,711,536.&amp;nbsp; While those are terrible odds, I'll invest my $10 anyways.&amp;nbsp; I recognize that I'll probably lose, but the ability to instantly pay off my debt and any debt my family has is too appealing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You bet I'll be waiting up till 10 PM tonight to watch this draw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293380255645169821-4267526608494737542?l=adoroacristo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBtzBn-BzmM/TSJXw5fb32I/AAAAAAAAA9E/f721PBo5kVY/s1600/deal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBtzBn-BzmM/TSJXw5fb32I/AAAAAAAAA9E/f721PBo5kVY/s320/deal.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I came back to Elizabeth and told her I wanted to show her something.&amp;nbsp; I figured she would shoot me down seeing as we don't really need a washer/dryer right now as we could continue using those of our families.&amp;nbsp; To my surprise, her and her mom both seemed surprised and happy about what I found.&amp;nbsp; We agreed that we would discuss this more once we got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Later that week, Elizabeth's family had a White Elephant Gift Exchange.&amp;nbsp; I was able to scoop up and have the last steal on a $25 Lowe's Gift Card.&amp;nbsp; Now the idea of a washer/dryer was really cooking.&amp;nbsp; We came home and measured the closet where we might put the two, and I had to take the doors off to make enough room.&amp;nbsp; I went to Lowe's here in Decatur, and they had the Washer/Dryer set at the original prices of $599 each.&amp;nbsp; I told the salesman about the promotion I saw in Avon, and he looked it up and offered it too me ($898 total).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here comes the nitty gritty part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I asked the salesman if he could do any better on the price (I followed Dave Ramsey's advice and brought a wad of cash with me).&amp;nbsp; He said that's the best he can do.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I asked if his manager could deal with me a little more.&amp;nbsp; He said he is the manager.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We looked around a little more and told them we were going to check out other stores.&amp;nbsp; We went to Menard's and they had the same set at the original price, $599 each.&amp;nbsp; Asked Menard's if they'd price match, and they said they would, but we would have to basically buy it from Lowe's and then show them the receipt.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We went back to Lowe's and told them we would buy it there.&amp;nbsp; Since we had just moved, we had a 10% discount from Lowe's (&lt;a href="http://www.lowes.com/cd_Coupon+Registration_253641591_"&gt;get one here&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; Had to buy a cord for the dryer and a stack kit.&amp;nbsp; After using the $25 gift card, the total amount we paid came to $885.35 (not bad considering they should have been $599 each).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;This past Saturday I was trying to look up if the Washer took a special kind of Laundry Detergent (Thanks to my Father-in-Law, I now know that High Efficiency Models take different soap).&amp;nbsp; I come across the same Washer/Dryer set for $399 each.&amp;nbsp; That's $50 less per machine (after the discount)!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I went to the store, they told me it was an online only price.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I went home and tried to buy it online (I would simply return the set I bought at the store before it was delivered).&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately the 10% discount I used can only be used once.&amp;nbsp; I could get another coupon at the Post Office, but they were closed as it was New Year's. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I called the store and asked for the store manager.&amp;nbsp; He again stated that it was an online only price.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I came home and called Customer Support.&amp;nbsp; They told me that it was an online only price, but they would try to help me get the 10% discount and order it online.&amp;nbsp; They said that they could not actually make the discount, but maybe their sales team could (why would their sales team want to help if I already bought the set and it was scheduled to be delivered Monday)?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I filled out a customer satisfaction survey and checked the box to be contacted about the order.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I continued to go about my day, and while I was at Wal-Mart my phone rang.&amp;nbsp; It was the same store manager, obviously not happy to be calling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Hi, is this Brady?"&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes, who is this"&lt;br /&gt;
"This is the store manager at Lowe's.&amp;nbsp; What was your deal with the Washer/Dryer again?"&lt;br /&gt;
I explained it, again.&lt;br /&gt;
"When can you come in here?"&lt;br /&gt;
"I can be there in an hour."&lt;br /&gt;
"If you come on in, we'll take care of this"&amp;nbsp; (He obviously had just gotten scorned or chewed out by his boss). &lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A long story very short... We got a Washer/Dryer set that should have cost about $1,300 with taxes for $781.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293380255645169821-7498343849381720597?l=adoroacristo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A new year brings new hype.&amp;nbsp; I've been asked a couple of times already what my new year's resolution is.&amp;nbsp; Obviously I'd like to do all of the cliches: a better relationship with God and family, be happier, Laugh More, love more, be nicer, not put on weight, eat healthier, blah blah (not meaning to degrade any of those, they are all very, very nice).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I'd like to take this chance to really stretch myself and my thoughts of what's possible.&amp;nbsp; So here it goes, my resolution for 2011 is to Pay off all of our student loans by the end of the year.&amp;nbsp; It was our choice to go to a private college, and we must pay for it.&amp;nbsp; I know that it will be nearly impossible to pay off all of our loans this year, but I want to set the bar high.&amp;nbsp; Even if I fail, I will have made hopefully decent progress towards it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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All encouragement and/or assistance should be mailed to:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Brady Oring&lt;br /&gt;
3959 Constant View Dr. Apt #7&lt;br /&gt;
Decatur, IL&amp;nbsp; 62526&lt;br /&gt;
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Some might say, Brady you are just asking for money on your blog.&amp;nbsp; That's certainly not true.&amp;nbsp; But if that's what you desire to send, great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293380255645169821-6862006655779110735?l=adoroacristo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I counted the rows as I walked down, 18, 17, 16, Wow, people are on the field already.&amp;nbsp; 12, 11, 10, Is that, no way, that can't be Peyton!&amp;nbsp; I must have floated across the last few rows, because I don't remember them.&amp;nbsp; The next thing I know, I'm standing near the rail, taking this wonderful picture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone around was was excited to be so close to the field, taking pictures before security would inevitably come and make us move.&amp;nbsp; Eventually Elizabeth and I decided to go up to our seats.&amp;nbsp; Our tickets were for row 6, so we started heading up.&amp;nbsp; Two rows up I couldn't believe my eyes.&amp;nbsp; The seats said Row 5.&amp;nbsp; I know I looked back and the first row was labeled row 4.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty good at math, but where were rows 1-3?&amp;nbsp; I looked at the first section on the sideline, and they had 3 more rows down front than ours had.&amp;nbsp; Our row 6 tickets were suddenly&amp;nbsp;row 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293380255645169821-5085607978549686360?l=adoroacristo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Things change in the blink of an eye.&amp;nbsp; It seems like just last week I was a freshman in High School.&amp;nbsp; I was the lowest among the ranks.&amp;nbsp; Considering my size relative to everyone else at the time, that was probably fitting.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't wait to start Driver's Training and have the massive amounts of freedom that should bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What seems like the next day, I'm a freshman in College.&amp;nbsp; Not quite the lowest of the low feeling, but more like a new kid on the block feeling.&amp;nbsp; Olivet furnished class competition games, in which I remember the Senior Class dogging all the other classes.&amp;nbsp; We had plenty of ammo though as they obviously were about to graduate and would have to work for the foreseeable future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Again, virtually the next morning my world's changed again.&amp;nbsp; I've gotten married (awesome), graduated college (ok), worked 6 months at a real job (how many more years of this?) and started paying on the student loans (yippee....).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;All throughout Life we set goals.&amp;nbsp; I'd really like to accomplish&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait until&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; When I'm&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;, then I'll be old.&amp;nbsp; Goals get replaced.&amp;nbsp; Our take on age changes.&amp;nbsp; And hopefully our centerpoint stays the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm thankful for my family, my apartment, my life and everything else God has placed in those.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited and nervous for the changes to come.&amp;nbsp; For now, I'll just try to notice the little things.&amp;nbsp; Going asleep to a ground blanketed in white, and waking up to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you God for another day, another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293380255645169821-8164518119782713119?l=adoroacristo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Elizabeth and I decided to give each other Colt's tickets for Christmas this year.&amp;nbsp; We tried to take a picture with the stadium, but obviously failed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I had never been to an&amp;nbsp;NFL game before, so I didn't really know what to expect.&amp;nbsp; We got to the stadium at about 10:45 (the game was to start at 1:00PM).&amp;nbsp; Little did we realize the complete excitement that would ensue.&amp;nbsp; We walked up to the stadium and found ourselves at the hhgregg entrance.&amp;nbsp; We waited outside in the frigid wind for 20 minutes (the gates were supposed to open two hours before the game, a fact that is sparsely found on the internet).&amp;nbsp; Once the gates opened, we were among the first to rush inside the stadium.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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We had planned on walking around the stadium before we sat down just so we could experience it. Much to our satisfaction, we realized that we happened to enter right were our section was, Sec. 124.&amp;nbsp; We decided to take go ahead and look at our seats, being that we were RIGHT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;While some banks that gave out bad mortgages are having a wartime finding current cash, others are telling quite the different tale.  Some bank managers are saying that people are putting money in their savings accounts at rates that they&amp;#39;ve never seen.  
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&lt;br&gt;Being in college, I&amp;#39;m used to having empty pockets.  It&amp;#39;s nice to know that the money I do have saved from the summer goes even that much further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293380255645169821-1839506156387512075?l=adoroacristo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;When thinking about it, I realized that I feel almost more confident about giving a shoe box full of small things than praying alone.  Not that I think that my making a box is stronger than prayer, but actually taking a step to do something about poverished children in Africa (or wherever these end up) makes me feel like i&amp;#39;m helping out.  I know that I&amp;#39;ll be praying for whomever gets this box, and that it makes the boy smile and hopefully somehow make a connection with Jesus.  church answer maybe, but I actually feel like this is something much bigger than me or extra credit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293380255645169821-8731657525903942132?l=adoroacristo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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