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But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough, Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great need for sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the **** was going on when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I hit a new low at an open bar. I had already hopped on highway blackout when, inevitably I had to find a bathroom. Eventually I decided it was probably on the other side of the bar so I tried to walk over there, but ran into a guy coming the other way. We played that, Both go left, Both go right game to no avail, so I finally put out my hand to guide myself past and that's is when I realized, yup, that's a mirror I just tried to walk through. And the guy on the other side is me. Even cats can recognize their own image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart," all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a d*** from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to officially coin the phrase 'catching the swine flu' to be used as a way to make fun of a friend for hooking up with an overweight woman. Example: "Dave caught the swine flu last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad decisions make good stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier &amp; sluttier every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA. No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don't win, they are executed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if, years down the road when I'm trying to have a kid, I find out that I'm sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my a** everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. 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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebodys-raising-their-kid-right.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-1764943577779856866</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-30T21:02:53.343-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Sky Is Falling</title><description>The sky is falling. Always on my head too. Okay, not literally the sky, but in the past couple days, things keep falling out of nowhere on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, I stopped over at my parent's house and opened the cupboard to grab a glass. I open the door, and the next thing I know, I'm soaking wet with a bump on my head! What the heck?!? Apparently a glass fell out of the cupboard when I opened it, landed in a bowl full of water, and knocked the bowl onto me. As the glass fell, it dumped my sister's mega, over-sized vitamin container (full, because apparently she doesn't ever take them) out of the cupboard as well which, of course, landed smack on my head. All because I was thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I came home from the rink and headed into the bathroom. As soon as I shut the door behind me, something plops on my head and rolls off on the floor. Oww! I examined further to discover it was a root of some sort. Like, the knot at the end of a plant as it turns into a root. What this was doing in the bathroom, I have no idea. How it landed on my head, not a clue. All I can conclude: The sky is falling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-1764943577779856866?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2009/05/sky-is-falling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-768691107536943772</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-27T12:55:55.216-05:00</atom:updated><title>15 Reasons to Date a Figure Skater</title><description>I found this while I was surfing the web, and I thought it was cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 Reasons to Date a Figure Skater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We learn new positions fast&lt;br /&gt;2. We enjoy sliding on long thin objects&lt;br /&gt;3. We perform to please the crowd&lt;br /&gt;4. We enjoy an audience&lt;br /&gt;5. We like being video taped&lt;br /&gt;6. We are seductive&lt;br /&gt;7. We have strong abs and tight thighs&lt;br /&gt;8. We show off our legs&lt;br /&gt;9. We compete for the best spot&lt;br /&gt;10.We always want the top&lt;br /&gt;11.We work hard to get what we want&lt;br /&gt;12.We push harder and harder to go as fast as we want&lt;br /&gt;13.We do what we’re told&lt;br /&gt;14.We like doing hard things&lt;br /&gt;15.We like doing it right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-768691107536943772?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/06/15-reasons-to-date-figure-skater.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-7900413925714872995</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 03:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T22:51:12.805-05:00</atom:updated><title>Solution Day</title><description>&lt;i&gt;You have SIX lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| | | | | |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add FIVE lines to make NINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only add FIVE lines, no more and no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you make NINE?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FIVE lines are added to the previous lines in diagonals and horizontal lines to form the word "NINE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes the solution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N  I  N  E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-7900413925714872995?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/06/solution-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-9144995357394125137</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-17T12:07:42.503-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tricky Tuesday</title><description>Okay, it's been awhile, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have SIX lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| | | | | |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add FIVE lines to make NINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only add FIVE lines, no more and no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you make NINE?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back Thursday for the answer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-9144995357394125137?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/06/tricky-tuesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-2285492015887476062</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 22:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-15T18:12:25.347-05:00</atom:updated><title>Donating Blood</title><description>I donated blood today. It was my third time, and every time has ended the same way: with a wet towel across my forehead. I always get faint and then everyone comes running over saying I'm too pale, someone reclines the bed instantly, and hands come out of nowhere with cups of water in my face. Then I'm stuck at the Red Cross for another hour with cookies thrust left and right. Don't get me wrong; I love free cookies, but not when I'm surrounded by strangers half-passed out. Anyway, if you're not a pathetic weakling like me, then go ahead and donate blood. Besides my unfortunate ending to the experience, it's not so bad overall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-2285492015887476062?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/05/donating-blood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-2457058489213388051</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 01:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T13:12:39.483-05:00</atom:updated><title>I should be studying</title><description>Right now I should not be allowed on the internet. I certainly shouldn't be blogging. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be studying. I have two final exams tomorrow, one Friday, and one next week. I should be spending every spare second I have to Ace my finals . . . BUT . . . I just don't have the will to do it. I'm not motivated anymore. I've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother keeps telling me, "You have your whole life to work, you should focus on school now." The problem with that is, I like to work. As far as I'm concerned, I've spent my whole life in school, I want to work now. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about ditching school. It's just that I'd like to do both, and work is more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'm not working, but I'm not studying either. I'm just sitting here blogging about how I shouldn't be blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-2457058489213388051?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-green-to-grow-green.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/SCDz_lj9BbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FFqBJmzI8Mo/s72-c/fd-spout_600.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-4004528537508508893</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 00:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-06T19:08:43.701-05:00</atom:updated><title>UniquEco - The (flip flop) Recycling Company</title><description>After my last post about how my obsession with flip flops has inflicted pain, I decided maybe there are other uses for my old flip flops than just to trip me as I race for the bus. Check out this video about a company in Kenya that actually recycles old flip flops into toys, artwork, and sculptures. It's fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSIPy6GJpD4&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSIPy6GJpD4&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="340" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-4004528537508508893?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/05/uniqueco-flip-flop-recycling-company.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-3295332107205285552</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 23:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-06T18:58:04.561-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Demise</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/SCDu1Fj9BYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BlwucoRcprQ/s1600-h/Milenio-ColorCoffee-Grainbi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/SCDu1Fj9BYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BlwucoRcprQ/s200/Milenio-ColorCoffee-Grainbi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197416565779006850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other girl, as soon as nice weather rolls around, I'm bringing out the flip flops. I'm addicted. The only problem is, I haven't quite figured out how to walk in them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I should start by saying that the bus WAS early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/SCDu7Vj9BZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xhyFiCIfuuU/s1600-h/b31750331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/SCDu7Vj9BZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xhyFiCIfuuU/s200/b31750331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197416673153189266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm walking to the bus stop this morning, and as I turn the corner, I see that the bus is already at the stop! If I didn't catch it, I'd be late for class, and I absolutely can't miss any school on the week before finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I run! I'm racing across the street flailing my arms with my over-sized backpack smashing into my shoulder blades, phone in hand, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing flip flops. It was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down. And not just that, but I went down as I was crossing the street just as the light changed in a busy intersection in morning traffic. My phone smashed into the concrete, my cute outfit got scuffed up, and of course, the flip flops didn't do a thing to protect my toes. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to play it off as I collected myself (and phone) and jumped up in an attempt to still catch the bus. People were looking at me, cars honking confused, but at least the entire audience on the bus saw as well, so they managed to hold the bus off from leaving until I made it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was... let's just say, I probably won't be wearing flip flops on the days I have to catch the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/SCDwaVj9BaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rqMBWj6xVcA/s1600-h/2005_04_flip_flops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/SCDwaVj9BaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rqMBWj6xVcA/s200/2005_04_flip_flops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197418305240761762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-3295332107205285552?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-demise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/SCDu1Fj9BYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BlwucoRcprQ/s72-c/Milenio-ColorCoffee-Grainbi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-1695796147252219651</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-05T09:21:42.724-05:00</atom:updated><title>Almost Summer</title><description>Summer is coming, but it's hardly in sight. With Finals Week approaching, and the end-of-semester projects, it's absolutely impossible to dream of sunny days. I'm nervous. I know I can do better than I've been doing this semester, but I honestly don't have to energy or willpower to keep doing it. I really desperately need the break to catch up on sleep and energy. I just hope I can get by at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-1695796147252219651?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/05/almost-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-1384920207874765927</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-22T11:51:25.476-05:00</atom:updated><title>50 Ways to Help the Planet</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/SA4XS1j9BVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qhUsLev56LE/s1600-h/50ways01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/SA4XS1j9BVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qhUsLev56LE/s200/50ways01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192113032787723602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wire &amp; Twine presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.50waystohelp.com/"&gt;50 Ways to Help the Planet&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-1384920207874765927?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/04/50-ways-to-help-planet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/SA4XS1j9BVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qhUsLev56LE/s72-c/50ways01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-2983759871983695083</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T21:40:39.417-05:00</atom:updated><title>Solution Day</title><description>Here's the problem from &lt;a href="http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/04/problem-solving-tuesday.html"&gt;Tuesday's post&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;A farmer is taking a fox, a chicken, and a bushel of corn to the market. On his way, there is a river he has to cross. He can only fit himself and one other in his row boat. He can't leave the fox and the chicken together, or the fox will eat the chicken. He also can't leave the chicken and the corn together, or the chicken will eat the corn. How can he get everything across and make it to the market with everything he started with?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Solution&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;First, the farmer will cross the river with the chicken. He'll leave the chicken on the other side and cross back to pick up the corn (he could pick up either the corn or the fox as you'll learn in a moment). Then he'll cross back with the corn and leave it on the other side. Then, the farmer will take the chicken back to the first side of the river and leave it there. Then he'll take the fox to the other side, cross back alone, and cross the river a final time with the chicken again. Get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-2983759871983695083?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/04/solution-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-6686999046026839187</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T12:25:47.173-05:00</atom:updated><title>Fun Finds! (And a New Camera!!!)</title><description>Well, I did it. I bought a new camera. I got the one I talked about &lt;a href="http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/03/camera-shopping.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, except I bought it in the color blue instead of pink. The only colors that were available in the store (and weren't on backorder online) were blue and brown. Neither looked that bad, and I decided I didn't want to wait another month for a camera, so I went with blue on an impulse. It looks nice, and this time I'll take much better care of it so it won't get stolen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been make-up shopping again! &lt;a href="http://www.esteelauder.com/home.tmpl"&gt;Estée Lauder&lt;/a&gt; has been gift-crazy! At the &lt;a href="http://www.bostonstore.com/"&gt;Boston Store&lt;/a&gt; right now, Estée Lauder is giving away a free make-up gift set with purchase. Also, online there was a special deal for Estée Lauder subscribers last week for a free sun-protection bag with purchase. Here are some pictures (taken from my new camera) of my new bags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R_PBdJgV22I/AAAAAAAAAEY/VNyEskb8Po0/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R_PBdJgV22I/AAAAAAAAAEY/VNyEskb8Po0/s200/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184700302545509218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R_PBdpgV23I/AAAAAAAAAEg/BlwCZtAs6Rs/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R_PBdpgV23I/AAAAAAAAAEg/BlwCZtAs6Rs/s200/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184700311135443826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-6686999046026839187?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-finds-and-new-camera.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R_PBdJgV22I/AAAAAAAAAEY/VNyEskb8Po0/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-4620977568513858753</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T21:37:14.558-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tricky Tuesday</title><description>&lt;i&gt;A farmer is taking a fox, a chicken, and a bushel of corn to the market. On his way, there is a river he has to cross. He can only fit himself and one other in his row boat. He can't leave the fox and the chicken together, or the fox will eat the chicken. He also can't leave the chicken and the corn together, or the chicken will eat the corn. How can he get everything across and make it to the market with everything he started with?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't figure it out, check back later this week for the Solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-4620977568513858753?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/04/problem-solving-tuesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-1310896124643749885</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 22:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T17:37:39.799-05:00</atom:updated><title>Camera Shopping</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R_Fmj5gV21I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gMGxvaO9Wn8/s1600-h/8742257_sb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R_Fmj5gV21I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gMGxvaO9Wn8/s200/8742257_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184037412998077266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=8742257&amp;type=product&amp;id=1202648739309"&gt;Canon PowerShot 8.0MP Digital ELPH Camera in Pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've finally been able to accept that my beloved camera will never come back, I've been looking around for a new one. I love spending all my hard earned money, not, but it would be nice to have a camera again. I keep hearing Canon is the way to go, and that's what I had before, so that's what I'm looking at again. I think I'm going to go with &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=8742257&amp;type=product&amp;id=1202648739309"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/"&gt;Best Buy&lt;/a&gt;. The only problem is that it's on backorder, so if I do order it, I won't get it for another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking around, so if you know of another good camera, a good deal, or have any other camera advice for me, comment please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-1310896124643749885?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/03/camera-shopping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R_Fmj5gV21I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gMGxvaO9Wn8/s72-c/8742257_sb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-4923793306626840306</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 19:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T15:00:34.097-05:00</atom:updated><title>More About Taxes</title><description>Since my last post, I've been searching around the web, and I've found a couple more sites that might help you out with your taxes. At &lt;a href="http://www.containerstore.com/index.jhtml"&gt;The Container Store&lt;/a&gt;, there is a sale for tax-related organization items. Check it out! Also, &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/realsimple/browse/organize/0,21771,6502010000-Issue_Date-desc-20-1-20,00.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to see a list of Filing Strategies from &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/realsimple/channel/organize"&gt;RealSimple's Organizing Channel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-gHqJgV20I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ofmKMSH2jKI/s1600-h/LetterSizeIntrFileFldrs_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-gHqJgV20I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ofmKMSH2jKI/s200/LetterSizeIntrFileFldrs_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181399791977225026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.containerstore.com/browse/index.jhtml?CATID=62950"&gt;The Container Store - Tax Time Sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-4923793306626840306?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-about-taxes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-gHqJgV20I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ofmKMSH2jKI/s72-c/LetterSizeIntrFileFldrs_l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-3452561178848718812</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T14:40:45.505-05:00</atom:updated><title>Funky Fabrics and Other Fun Things</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AXd_sxs-I/AAAAAAAAACg/_5QuqQMnvDo/s1600-h/79469_PE203481_S4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AXd_sxs-I/AAAAAAAAACg/_5QuqQMnvDo/s200/79469_PE203481_S4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179165375558956002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/40120656"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fredrika Fabrics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a fan of IKEA, and this doesn't change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AYePsxs_I/AAAAAAAAACo/3Jw2xjYVaCg/s1600-h/reprodepot_1992_202220798.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AYePsxs_I/AAAAAAAAACo/3Jw2xjYVaCg/s200/reprodepot_1992_202220798.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179166479365551090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AYe_sxtAI/AAAAAAAAACw/YX0NuTY0-MY/s1600-h/reprodepot_1994_66630466.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AYe_sxtAI/AAAAAAAAACw/YX0NuTY0-MY/s200/reprodepot_1994_66630466.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179166492250452994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AYfvsxtBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8KgyG7SNSJ8/s1600-h/reprodepot_1994_133142625.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AYfvsxtBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8KgyG7SNSJ8/s200/reprodepot_1994_133142625.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179166505135354898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://reprodepot.stores.yahoo.net/index.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;REPRODEPOT FABRICS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love every fabric here! Jackpot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AWd_sxs9I/AAAAAAAAACY/4moqeBrKO-I/s1600-h/d_11222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AWd_sxs9I/AAAAAAAAACY/4moqeBrKO-I/s200/d_11222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179164276047328210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moderntails.com/product.php?productid=21530"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Funky Flowers Lime Collar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore this leash and collar! If only I had a dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AZqvsxtCI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qy8yA1eUAT4/s1600-h/121132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AZqvsxtCI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qy8yA1eUAT4/s200/121132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179167793625543714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cathkidston.co.uk/ProductDetails.aspx?pid=20-93-53-8&amp;language=en-GB"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dotty Teapot 6 Cup&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Dotty Dishes are adorable!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-3452561178848718812?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://toepick.blogspot.com/2008/03/funky-fabrics-and-other-fun-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bree)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-AXd_sxs-I/AAAAAAAAACg/_5QuqQMnvDo/s72-c/79469_PE203481_S4.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609710654796899304.post-8644316026010758282</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T14:05:45.610-05:00</atom:updated><title>What in the world is a Webkinz?</title><description>I learn a lot doing all the Birthday Parties at Hero's. For example, kids are incredibly spoiled these days! Sometimes our parties run late because the Birthday child has way too many presents to open in the amount of time we give them. But who would have known that these kids would be getting 30 presents? I'm pretty sure I was lucky to get 8 presents when I was 5. I'm honestly a little jealous. There are some pretty awesome toys out there like Fashion Bratz Dolls and Hatching Dinosaur Eggs. But, hands down, the present I see way more than anything else are fuzzy, furry Webkinz toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what all the hype was about. What in the world is a Webkinz, anyway? I mean, they were cute little stuffed animals, but why were they so incredible? I had to get to the bottom of this mystery, so I finally looked it up for myself. &lt;a href="http://www.webkinz.com/"&gt;Webkinz&lt;/a&gt; are these little plush animals that the kids adopt online. So, what I kept seeing was a cute little plush pet that the kids were opening. But I didn't understand why these topped Barbie dolls. Was it the next Beanie Baby? No, with the stuffed animal, they get a special code that they plug into the Webkinz website. There is a whole Webkinz world online. It's the Facebook for Elementary Schoolers. It makes more sense to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-ARZPsxs8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TRZIF_6FXaQ/s1600-h/Webkinz-Cheeky-Dog-webkinz-128001_350_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-Hm6Tq2UX8/R-ARZPsxs8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TRZIF_6FXaQ/s200/Webkinz-Cheeky-Dog-webkinz-128001_350_350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179158696884810690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, the parents love these things too because they not only teach responsibility (since the kids have to take care of their pets), but also the website is totally kid friendly and personal information free. So, I guess you know what to give your six-year-old niece for her next birthday. Plus, I think the stuffed animals are adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8609710654796899304-8644316026010758282?l=toepick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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