tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25596251383941762222024-03-12T19:17:50.689-05:00The Ordinary Life of Hulee BritozioThis is me. My life, my hobbies, my ideas, my passions, my ramblings. It may not make sense to you, but it does to me.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-23989351352589355722012-10-15T22:36:00.001-05:002012-10-15T22:36:44.380-05:00My Weekend In Pictures: Backus, Mn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Trail to the Meadow Clearing</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pond near the Meadow Clearing looking NW. There are swans in the distance!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pond looking towards the SW.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Meadow Clearing Staked with Pine Trees.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom and Dad working on Protecting Pine Trees from Deer.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Found some strangers in the woods..aka Aunt/Uncle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Jerry took a brake and wondered at the BLUE CLEAR SKY!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another Trail leading out of the Meadow onto Uncle/Aunt property.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Jerry made it all using scrap lumber. One of the season flower boxes...spring.</td></tr>
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I missed the fall colors but it was nice to get out of the city and into the woods this weekend. Helped mom and dad tag over 200 pine trees they planted 2 years ago. Most are over a foot tall now and the top sprigs have little buds on them. We covered the buds (they looked like giant peanuts) by stapling over them with strips of plastic tablecloth. This will prevent deer from eating the new growth and the tree from dying. Dad hopes to grow the trees so that deer with find shelter and food, thus populate the woods for Deer Season. Will take many years though before he reaps the reward.<br />
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The Dollhouse is my aunt/uncles. It's made out of wood from my grandpa's old granary. There's a board stamped with K.Kapsner. He was the original owner of the wood. Uncle Jerry thought that stamp was unique so he kept it on the front side for all to see.<br />
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The wagon wheel used to be Grandpa's too. The Dollhouse sign was from my uncle's mother's house. She collected DOLLS! And there's a note box by the front door. That was her's too. She had that by her door so that people could leave her notes if she wasn't home. <br />
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There are 4 window boxes, each with flowers from the four season. I didn't get a picture of the back, but it's a two-story loft and the upstairs loft has "The Lover's Box"....roses. The inside curtains have hand-prints of the kids and grand-kids...very clever. It's tall enough that a 6 foot adult can stand comfortably. And it included working electricity with miniature ceiling fan. Who wants to "camp" when they can stay in this little B&B?Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-91230407703181509822012-07-23T22:00:00.001-05:002012-07-23T22:00:21.946-05:00Meyer Cousing Get-Together...for Joey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Sunday, we had a Meyer cousin get-together. (Sorry we missed you Joey! ) Uncle Ronnie and your parents were there too, of course. We should have taken a picture of all of us, but thought of it too late after Missy and Aaron had left.<br />
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A couple of cute things happend...all involving Paul.<br />
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When Missy and Aaron first arrived, Fritz, Kelly, Jean and I were finishing a round of Rummy. Dad was sleeping in the recliner (his usual place and activity), Mom and Darlene were watching us from the couches. Missy and Aaron were tired from the drive so "Aunt Mary" was asked to play " Lightning McQueen ". Mom didn't know what that was. Missy explained that it meant playing with cars.<br />
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Mom did her best but she kept getting lapped around the couch. And with the hardwood floors, the cars really flew! Way better than Missy and Aaron's tile. She got pooped out after 20 or so minutes and said that her cars had to go in the garage. One had a " flat tire " and the other had a " hot radiator and needed to cool off ". Paul didn't really understand all that, but continued to play by himself.<br />
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When we finished our hand of Rummy, I wanted to play " Lightning McQueen ". But Paul said... "No. Flat tire. " <br />
Julie: "But we can get that fixed at Luigi's."<br />
Paul: <i>doesn't say anything. Just looks at me.</i><br />
Julie: "Isn't Luigi's the place that fixes cars?"<br />
Paul: <i>still quiet</i><br />
Julie: <i>grabs Paul's neon green Croc, sticks Paul's car with the " flat tire " inside, makes some weird air gun/bolt remover noises that everyone hears in a mechanic's garage, takes Paul's car out</i>..."See, all fixed up."<br />
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And we proceed to play " Lightning McQueen ". Mysteriously, the one with the over-heated radiator is all better too!<br />
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After we got tired of playing cars, I thought it would be a great time
to introduce my favorite thing as a kid....building forts. Since the
card table was out, we threw some blankets over the top and put some
pillows inside. Paul wasn't quite sure what to think of that, but once
he saw me crawl "inside", he crawled in too. I didn't really fit...just
my torso as you can see from the picture below. He thought he could stand up in it and ended up hitting his head a couple of times. Ouch! Only cried a little bit the first time he did it. But not the other two. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joe: Great pic of Missy's growing bump! Looks bigger in person.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joe: Thought to include this one too so you can see "Mike" and Kaitlyn. Did you know he's Mike now?</td></tr>
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<br />Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-62769770319318770942012-05-18T15:57:00.001-05:002012-05-18T15:57:33.578-05:00Got Gas?Being a homeowner has been pretty easy. Especially living in a town-home.<br />
The lawn gets mowed and the snow gets shoveled by someone else. That's what association dues are for. <br />
I don't have to worry about the shingles or siding. <br />
The only headache I have to worry about is appliances. I've had a couple in the past but that was more just coordinating installing the new and getting rid of the old.<br />
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But Tuesday morning was a whole different kind of headache.<br />
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Monday I had to do laundry because I was out of clean scrubs. I also did the dishes. I had hot water for those chores. Now it's Tuesday morning and I wanted to wash my hair before heading to work. Ice cold water in the shower on the 3rd floor. I checked the kitchen sink with my hair dripping. Only lukewarm to slightly cold water. Usually I can get scalding hot in the kitchen. <br />
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Great. My hot water heater is probably the original so that makes it 17 years old. I know they only last something like 20 years so I'm thinking I'm gonna need a new one. Cha-ching$$<br />
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I have a magnet on my fridge for a discount appliance repair company. I used them before with the dryer escapade with Lowe's a couple of years ago. I told them what happened and scheduled an appointment for a repairman to come out for the next afternoon.<br />
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Wednesday afternoon a nice guy named Mike came and looked at the water heater. Thinking about my situation, I told him maybe the pilot light went out. That happened to me my first winter in my townhouse. But it's been good ever since. <br />
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He was in the basement for 10 minutes. I heard him come back up, go outside and then come back inside and that's when he came and talked to me. He said it's in relatively good condition but I do need a major cleaning and a potential replace of the thermometer. The problem was that he couldn't test anything because he couldn't light my pilot. He said I had no gas flow. He went outside to look at my gas meter and I'd been locked out. I asked him to show me, and sure enough, there was a lock that looked like a brass shotgun shell locking the valve into the off position.<br />
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Huh? Why would Center Point Energy turn off my gas? My bill flashed through my head. I was all paid, wasn't I? I looked at my stack of bills due and sure enough, my bill wasn't due until next week. It took me a while through my speech-less-ness to make the connection.<br />
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My next door neighbors moved out last fall before they were able to sell their place. Meaning they had two mortgages and let this one slide. Thus they were foreclosed on. I've seen and read the signs on their front door that their home has been winterized and if vandalism has been noticed to report it to some 1-800 number. This information led me to believe that the gas company turned off my meter instead of theirs.<br />
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Right after Mike left I get on the phone with Center Point. I talked to 5 different people, kept getting transfered to different departments. They kept saying that according to their computer my meter was active. After 40 minutes on the phone, the lady said she would have a van out to look at the meter. This was at 3:30 and she said they would be there anywhere between now and 11 pm. Well that narrow's it down!<br />
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Some guy ended up coming at 7:30 and concurred with what Mike had said and what I had thought. My meter was locked out and they had turned off the wrong meter. "I work with idiots"! Gotta love that quote. Some person turned off the gas meter in front of MY house; with a deck full of flowers and a welcome sign hanging by the front door. Not the one that looks like a ghost-town. They're side-by-side, but REALLY!? He also was kind enough to relight the water heater pilot. Thursday mornings shower was much appreciated. We take for granted society's amenities. <br />
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The kicker is that I paid $90 for Mike to come out to tell me the gas company made a mistake. I called back Center Point yesterday and spoke with the same lady from Wednesday. This morning I faxed over the bill and will hopefully get a Good-Will reimbursement. After all, it was their fault. If they hadn't shut off my gas, I wouldn't have had to dish out $90.<br />
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One good thing came out of this though. I never knew or thought to get a maintenance check on the water heater. I get my furnace checked every other year but never the water heater. As soon as I hear back from Center Point about the reimbursement, I'm going to call back Appliance Repair, Inc and schedule that cleaning and possibly replacing the thermostat too.<br />
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What a headache! Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-71332824302695224942012-04-16T22:11:00.000-05:002012-04-16T22:11:23.060-05:00Ode To AuntsI have many aunts and uncles. Some I see a lot, some not so much. Some I like, some...when let's not go there. That's another story. I'd like to talk about two of them. One story happy, one not so much.<br />
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<i><b>Aunt Esther. </b></i> She's my dad's brother's wife. They live in the same town as my folks, just down a couple of blocks. Aunt Esther and Uncle Herbie have felt more like a second set of grandparents versus aunt/uncle.<br />
And neither of them have aged. They look now just as they did 20 years ago. Maybe a hip replacement or broken ankle, but just as vibrant and spunky as ever. <br />
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April 6th was Aunt Esther's 80th birthday. Saturday was her grand party. I attended with my folks and sister. Saw many familiar faces and many that I haven't seen in years. Probably not since my high school graduation. <br />
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I remember a party for her long ago. It must have been her 60th?? So that made me around the age of 9. Now you'll have to understand that I went to a private Catholic K-8 and we didn't get sex education until 5th or 6th grade. Well, she opened up one of her gifts and it was a gag gift. It was a plastic see-through/clear bikini. I didn't know where she was going to wear that. Turns out....there are plenty of places!!!!<br />
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Her mother lived well into her 90's, maybe even hit 100. Hope she's around for many more years to come! <br />
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<i><b>Debbie. </b></i> I think of her as an almost-aunt. Technically she isn't but technically she might. <br />
She has been my mom's brother's girlfriend for many years. She might even preempt me! She and Uncle Ronnie were engaged for a while but called it off and never got married. They might be considered having a common-law marriage.<br />
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She was always the fun, crazy one. Born to be a hippie and never stopped. Brown fringe vest, baggie blouses, baggie pants, yellow round sunglasses (think John Lennon), long! straight hair. She liked to talk about politics...."why can't we all just get along man". And I adored how she called my 3 aunts "sis". "Oh, let me get that for you, sis." "You did a great job cooking, sis." And she was a hugger. Hugs to say hello. Hugs to say good-bye. Hugs for anything. <br />
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Well, she's had back problems on and off for years, but something made her go to the doctor this past February/March. She was diagnosed with Stage 4 Lung Cancer. With treatment, she could live maybe 5 months. She decided to not have chemo or radiation and live out her last days at home surrounded by her family. She has two grown sons and they both have families. <br />
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This afternoon she passed away at the age of 55. She's now in a better place where there's no more suffering. She will most definitely be missed. OOHugsOO.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-20921874159748072942012-04-16T21:38:00.000-05:002012-04-16T21:38:49.049-05:00Chico's Bail Bonds Softball TeamIt's that time of year again that I look forward to.....softball season.<br />
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My league starts next week. Same place, same people. Different night.<br />
The last two years I played with "<i>Chico's Bail Bonds</i>" we did bi-weekly Sunday night double-headers.<br />
This year will be weekly Tuesday nights.<br />
Still the same amount of games though.<br />
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The fields are still down by the airport so that's a 40 minute drive one-way but this year I will be carpooling with Nicole and Jackie from work. So at least it won't all be my gas and mileage.<br />
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Hopefully this weekend I can get out and get some swings in. There's been talk of getting together to pitch/throw some balls around but I know I'm going to need to hit the batting cages.<br />
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In the past, I've played with many different types of groups. Church leagues, bar leagues, community leagues. This has been the best group of people that I've had the opportunity to play with. They've made me feel like one of the team and not an outsider filling a spot.<br />
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Church leagues (as a kid)....more emphasis on fun.<br />
Bar leagues (as adult)...more mean people. Because they're drunk. And way too competitive for me.<br />
Community (as kid and adult)....very much clique-y.<br />
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Chico's central people consist of Nicole and a couple of her high school friends from Melrose. Each has brought their own set of friends along for the ride. Beside myself, Nicole has brought friends from college and another girl we work with, Jackie. We all get along. We all are able to joke around. We have fun and look good while doing it. And we're not all that bad. I think in the last two years, we've only lost 2 or 3 games. We Rock!!!!<br />
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If you wanna catch us in action, let me know!!! The fields aren't that far away from The Grand Ole Creamery!!! I'll take you out for ice cream.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-58260806516212563962012-03-25T10:42:00.000-05:002012-03-25T10:42:47.055-05:00St. Croix Casino; Danbury, WIYesterday I had the opportunity to go to a casino for the first time. Yes....I said it. I've have been to casinos before (Las Vegas to party, Mille Lacs for the buffet, Mystic for Josh Blue) but not to gamble. Not even when I turned 18!<br />
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A lady I know from the Y is fundraising for the Breast Cancer 3-day. This will mark her 4th year.<br />
She invited me to come along and to bring a friend if I wanted...of course, I brought my sister. She's never gambled either.<br />
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We met the bus and were off my 9:30 heading towards St. Croix Casino in Danbury, WI. On the bus there were raffles and bingo (both going and coming home). I won on both raffles. I got a coffee mug with instant coffee packets and a photo mat (it's one of those cardboard/batting wrapped with fabric and cross-crossed ribbon). Jean won a bingo round =$10! She's always lucky with bingo. The games made the hour-and-a-half trip fly by.<br />
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When we got there, we were given player cards. Being that I never played before, I had no idea what this player card was for. I though I brought my $20 bucks to the cashier and I got a roll of nickels.....LIKE IN THE MOVIES!!! The $10 that I paid for the bus I got back on my players card plus an extra $5. We found a slot machine and weren't really impressed. I wanna pull a handle; not push a button....LIKE IN THE MOVIES!!! And I want tokens to come flying down on me; not a gas station-type receipt....LIKE IN THE MOVIES!!! Our money was gone within 20 minutes. We tried to find someone to help us with trying to get more money on our cards but the staff couldn't explain how the machines worked to my satisfaction so we stopped playing. They didn't get a single dime from us. <br />
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We were hungry so we headed to the buffet. That was mediocre too. Old Country buffet in Coon Rapids has a way better selection. Better salads, better meat, better desserts. It was cheap so I guess you get what you pay for.<br />
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We had 3 hours to kill so first we visited the gift shop. Boring!<br />
We decided to leave and explore the little town. There was a gas station and a log cabin store. They had lots of knick knacks...stuff I would consider junk in my home. We ended up buying a deck of cards (ha!) and some magazines. We went back to the casino and ended up sitting on some benches probably meant for smokers. We sat in the sunshine reading up on the latest celebrity gossip and played Rummy and Fire.<br />
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Speaking of smokers, I was caught off guard to walk in and see people lit up. I forgot that we had crossed the state border. It wasn't over-powering and our clothes didn't reek of the smell...thank goodness. We did find a spot set aside for non-smokers, but again...it was lack-luster. <br />
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The time crawled by and were happy once we saw the bus come through the parking lot to pick us up. We were more than ready to go home. We got back at 5 pm.<br />
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I would never go back again...ever. Not unless I had nickels, tokens and a lever. And maybe a friend to show us what the heck is so fun about slot machines. <br />
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We ended up braking even and had more fun on the bus ride. At least that was for a good cause. The up side: we didn't waste our own gas and wear and tear on our vehicles. We now know that as far as addictions go, we more likely to become alcoholics than gamblers.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-82687532427367477382012-02-27T11:16:00.000-06:002012-02-27T11:16:35.281-06:00Car WoesWow. I haven't blogged anything in a month. I just haven't had anything happen that worth's writing about.<br />
But today...something did that I wanted to share.<br />
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Last Friday, my car starting making a squeaking noise. It sounded like it was coming from my driver's side front tire. It would be constant noise once I hit 50 mph but would go away when I applied the brakes.<br />
This morning, I made an appointment at the dealership in Anoka for some diagnostic testing.<br />
They said my front brake pad was down to 2mm (the others are at 8mm) and I needed new rotators. They also found my coolant bypass hose was leaking and a running lamp was burnt out.<br />
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The cost.....$38 for the diagnostic testing and $550 for parts and labor to fix everything. FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS! My 2001 car's not even worth that much.<br />
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Up North where my parents live is a gas station/ mechanic garage that's been around for years and years. I remember when I was a kid, we would walk the mile or two from my grandparents farm to go play the jukebox and have a sub sandwich and dill potato chips here. This was back before we knew a place called Subway. It's been remodeled over the years; but they still have a short order cook there.<br />
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Getting back on topic, my sister and I have had our oil changed here a couple of times and some other car maintenance visits too. They're friendly and affordable but not always convenient because we live in the cities. I called Red's to see how much they would quote me and to see if I could get in this week on my day off. <br />
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Are you ready? Are you sitting down? $200 INCLUDING labor! That's a $350 difference.<br />
That savings is worth the time and tank of gas to drive Up North.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-63528604120100398352012-02-04T14:54:00.000-06:002012-02-04T14:54:36.804-06:00Give Kids A SmileMy dental office hosted it's first "Give Kids A Smile" event. It's our locations first time in the ten years I've been there. <br />
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Working it was completely by choice. No getting paid but it was eligible for Continuing Education credits. You grab those when you can! Five hygienists, three dental assistants, and three doctors volunteered. We were hopping around so fast from room to room that we could have used more bodies. Now we know for next time...<br />
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We had 5 hygiene chairs and 2 op chairs. In 3 hours, we did 30 cleanings, a handful of fillings, a couple of sealants and 2 tooth boxes of extracted teeth...soon to be exchanged for $$ from the Tooth Fairy. <br />
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The kids were wonderful and well mannered. A couple were shy because it was their first visit and they didn't know what to expect.<br />
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I didn't expect it to be as much fun as it was. Yeah, I was working but it wasn't work. It was free dentistry and I could feel the difference we were making in a child's life. We were offering a service that they couldn't afford otherwise. One coworker said something that seemed to hit the nail (and I know I'm going to botch up her saying but I'll try anyway): When you don't have something (ie. dental insurance), you are more appreciative when you do get it.<br />
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Overall, I think it was a huge success. I hope we offer more of these days in the future. I wouldn't even mind doing them more than once a year. <br />
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If you want information on where a location is near you, check out the <a href="http://www.mndental.org/public_home/about_us/give_kids_a_smile/" style="color: #6aa84f;">MDA website</a>.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-39092268479268713642012-01-24T12:03:00.000-06:002012-01-26T12:03:27.232-06:00My Vacation In Pictures And WordsThursday, January 19 - Sunday, January 22, 2012<br />
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West Side; East Side; Inner Circle; The Eyebrow; Doggie Row<br />
Farkle; Bonfire; Hot Tub; Shower <br />
Oranges; Grapefruit; City Wide Garage Sale<br />
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RV; Jeep; Golf Cart; ATV; Dirt Bikes; Campers<br />
10-100; Step-stool; Bushes; Walking Stick<br />
Florence; Superior; Apache Junction; Bashes<br />
Water; Dehydration; First Aid Kit<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle pointing out wagon wheel and horse tracks in rock.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-69073310524497678012012-01-18T23:38:00.000-06:002012-01-18T23:38:01.248-06:00Dedicated to JoeyThis last week I found out that a close family member is moving. Not just moving to a different city or a different state, but a whole 'nother country!<br />
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I'm stunned and sad to see him go. <br />
I'm excited for him because he has an adventurous spirit that can't be tamed.<br />
It's a great job opportunity that I know he couldn't pass up. <br />
And he's at a place in his life where this is the time to do it. It's now or never.<br />
I just hope he won't fall in love with the culture (or a girl) and never move back.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><i>Things I Love or Remember About Joey:</i></u></b></div><br />
He's in his thirites and still doesn't have a problem with people calling him Joey. Sometimes Joe, but he'll always be our Joey.<br />
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He's a kid at heart. He doesn't take himself too seriously. He loves to play with his nephews and niece. I've seen him working with kids at his job as a YMCA Camp Counselor. He's been doing it since he was a teenager. And it's where he feels at home.....in nature.<br />
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He's grown up to be a really cool dude. He used to be a snotty older cousin that had cooties. We were never close as kids and never really played together unless we were all sent outside to get out of our parents hair. But I always looked up to him and wanted to be like him. Lots of friends. Always having plans on Friday night. Coming home from a school event after midnight. That seemed so cool to an eighth grader.<br />
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Vanilla Air-fresheners. His car would always like vanilla. And he wouldn't take one down when it was scentless. He'd put a new one up in front of the old one. Four or five hanging from the rear view mirror.<br />
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He doesn't know it but he's the one that lead to my discovery of alt rock. When I would spend a weekend at their house, I would occasionally sleep in his room (He was either at camp working or in college during this time.) He had CD's on his night stand and I remember seeing the album covers and thought... "so this is what the cool, older kids listen to." Enter Green Day, Blind Melon and The Cranberries. Still my favorite bands to this day. Maybe a little bit of Smashing Pumpkins, Pearl Jam and Nirvana too.<br />
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His college days at St. John's. I was there for the first day of freshman year to his senior graduation. I was with my aunt, uncle and cousin when they dropped him off. Man was his dorm tiny. And they had to stack the beds (like bunk-beds) to make more living space. Some of his neighbors cut cardboard pieces to the size of coasters and duck taped them together to make room between the legs of the upper bed and the head/foot board of the lower. Craziness! I even remember that he and his roommate wore a tie-dyed shirts so that they could find each other. His freshman roommate turned up to be a douche bag....don't they all!?<br />
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For his graduation, I went with so Melissa wouldn't have to sit by herself. We sat in a building near St. John's Abbey and watched him on a projection monitor. I dressed up in a sundress with a cardigan and had to wear a corset. I didn't think to bring spare clothes to change into afterwards and I was stuck wearing this all day. I was hot and the corset was digging into my ribcage. I helped move him in and helped move him out. This time he was in an off campus house with much better roommates. The boys were all so sad because the group of people coming in the following year were girls from the rugby team. Get over it!<br />
I also remember that one of his good friends proposed to his girlfriend right after the graduation ceremony. Right in the middle of the lawn outside the abbey in front of all to see. That was something special to see! She said yes of course, but I don't know when, where or if they're still together. I should ask him sometime.<br />
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There's much more to him. More than I can put into words. <br />
I love him not because I have to but I want to. He will most definitely be missed. Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-60616756600530808262012-01-05T22:55:00.000-06:002012-01-05T22:55:34.964-06:00December and January UpdatesWow. I haven't posted anything in many weeks. So it's time for some updates.<br />
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The work Christmas party was awesome. I had fun bowling but the best was using the bumpers. The ugly Christmas sweaters everyone wore were very funny.<br />
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The after-party was fun too. Even if I don't remember all of the pictures.<br />
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Jean and I went Up North for Christmas to celebrate with the folks. Many presents exchanged...my favorites include the Deliciously Deceptive cookbook by Jessica Seinfeld, ladybug slippers and an airline ticket to Arizona to visit my aunt and uncle. They invited us down to visit them during snow-bird season and I have a longer weekend coming up and I guess we're gonna head down.<br />
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New Years was mostly eventful. Jean, Lori and I went to Povlitski's to ring in the New Year. This will have been our 4th year to do this. The first two were High Noon, last year was Killer Hayseeds and this year was Maiden Dixie. They were actually a really good band. My only complaint would be that if they are going to call themselves a COUNTRY band, they played way too much rock'n'roll. I didn't wear a hat, I didn't blow a horn, I didn't spin the annoying noisemaker, I didn't get a kiss. Phleph!<br />
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In the past, I've never really thought much of new years resolutions but this year I've got a good one. To be a better driver. I, Hulee Britozio, do admit to be an offensive driver with occasional road rage. Many drivers are my pet peeves....not signalling when changing lanes; driving 40 mph in a 55 mph zone especially when it's only one way without being able to legally pass you. But I'm gonna try to not let it get to me and piss me off. Wish me luck!Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-83813364688511288352011-12-13T21:58:00.000-06:002011-12-13T21:58:46.775-06:00The Time Is Coming Nearer!It's Christmas this week at work.<br />
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Tomorrow my team is exchanging gifts. It kind of crept up on me but thank goodness I finished everyone over the weekend (see this<a href="http://theordinarylifeofhuleebritozio.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-agenda.html"> post)</a>. The feeling in my fingers has returned...I can feel my fingers!<br />
I'm super excited to see everyone's face. They are so pretty that I almost want to keep them for myself.<br />
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On Friday is our office Christmas Party (where everyone acts somewhat professional) and the much anticipated AFTER-PARTY (no professionalism here)! Last year we joined forces with the Maplewood office and had some bowling competition. Their office has bowled in the past and didn't include us in the fact that leagues start at 6 pm and we would be kicked off our lanes. Some people were only able to bowl for 30 minutes while their office got 2 hours in. When scores are averaged, it's not really fair when they can bowl 3+ games and those of us that suck at bowling and can't get about 100, much less 80. Do I sound sour??? Good!<br />
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This year, we are closing up shop early and getting a good couple of hours in on bowling. And we are also including another office.....Silver Lake. This is going to be fun/weird/chaotic with 3 different offices....other 100 people!!! Hopefully this time there will be enough pizza and pop to go around...and hopefully it won't be cold when we get there.<br />
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Then it's the afterparty. I don't plan on being awake on Saturday. Lots of blankets and Advil are going to be needed. I can't wait. It'll be here before I know it.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-83979222703832313902011-12-12T23:01:00.000-06:002011-12-12T23:01:40.379-06:00Holiday CardOur Christmas cards are ordered...finally. Nothing like waiting 'til the last minute. I've received some of your guys (gorgeous families and pets!) and I've been nervous about not getting my act together. <br />
I had a little trouble on getting someone lined up to take our photos.<br />
But Jes came through for us on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. <br />
It was a cold and windy day but we still smiling as we posed without coats on.<br />
Towards the end of the hour session, our cheeks were so red that it's almost funny.<br />
When we got back into the car, our thighs were on fire from the nerves unthawing.<br />
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I received the CD of the photos on Saturday, ran into the house and immediately popped it into the computer. The cards were ordered with the hour and should be shipped today. Hopefully I'll have them by the end of the week.<br />
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Stay tuned for your card in the mail. I don't know why we didn't do this years ago.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-9943463762268711142011-12-11T23:29:00.000-06:002011-12-11T23:29:13.937-06:00Quiet HouseNo more wagging of the tale and barking when I get home or when I slip and say the word "outside".<br />
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No more puppy eyes looking at me or barking when I'm eating or when I'm sitting on the couch and he comes next to me wanting to be petted.<br />
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No one's following me from room to room trying to herd me to wherever he wants me to go. <br />
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No more running to the stairs and barking when I'm actually just walking towards the bathroom to check my hair one more time.<br />
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No more getting trampled over and barking when going down the staircase.<br />
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As you may have guessed, Wilbur is gone. He was picked up Saturday morning. It's bitter sweet.<br />
I miss him and glad he's gone at the same time. <br />
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We miss him when it's super quiet in the house. But it sure was nice to sleep in this morning and not getting up at 4:30 am to let him out to do his business. And it's really nice not have to do that when it's 20 degrees outside.<br />
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Even though I love Wilbur, Goober and Boone to pieces (also Spotty, Sparky, Culpepper and Reno...all RIP), I've realized that I am definitely a pet lover and NOT a pet owner. Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-89714472747603306802011-12-07T16:27:00.000-06:002011-12-07T16:27:03.432-06:00He Knows If You've Been Bad Or Good....Someone's been naughty!<br />
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He was only alone all by himself for 20 minutes this morning. I left for work at 5:50 am and Jean got home at 6:10 am. And this is only half of what she found...there was more in the living room. <br />
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What is his mother gonna say?? <br />
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I guess no more independence when staying home alone. Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-21412978903225905352011-12-05T12:27:00.000-06:002011-12-05T12:27:34.341-06:00Wilbur's Here!Melissa dropped him off on Thursday and he will be staying with Jean and I until Saturday. <br />
We've been walking him and petting him. Had a little trouble getting him to do his business, but we'll skip over that part...<br />
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Sometimes he looks lonely or bored because it's just him and us. He's used to having another puppy to play with. Except Melissa's brother is puppy-sitting Goober. He's a little too rambunctious for me. At least at Joey's, he'll have other dogs and cats to play with to keep him busy. All that commotion is a little much for Goober.<br />
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So this morning I picked him up a toy while I was at Target to help keep himself entertained when I'm at work and also so we can play fetch and maybe a little bit of light tug-of-war. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He came for the groomers and they always dress him in a cute bandana. This one is a Holiday Mickey Mouse and Friends.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chill-axing on the couch.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He found the squeaker!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Action shot: whipping it around to get the squeaker out!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">9' tree...I forgot to put angel on top, but I like it without. Do you like my opened present under the tree? It's an under cabinet CD/MP3 player. If only I felt more confident in using a screw-gun.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A close-up of my ornaments. Bright colors of all shapes and sizes. I prefer ribbon over garland.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More ornaments. I think I need to find a more holiday appropriate table runner.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I bought this little tree at a garage sale for $1. So I guess I have 2 trees up in my house.</td></tr>
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My sister and I both had to work on Friday so we stayed in town. My parents didn't come down so it was just the two of us, which was perfectly fine. I was looking forward to the day being quiet. My parents spent the day with my Aunt Ester and Uncle Herbie (my dad's brother) and their kids, grand-kids, and great-grand-kids. <br />
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I volunteered to work at the Y since I had no place to be and that freed up someone else to be with their family. We were only open 'til noon so it's not like a missed a Thanksgiving dinner or anything. I went home and rested up before it was time to make our Thanksgiving PIZZA! No turkey for us, thank you. We made homemade pizza from a can! My DDS has teased me for a week that pizza from a can is NOT homemade. To me, if it's not frozen AND if I have to add water and fluff the mixture to make dough....it's homemade. It was delicious! Glad we decided to skip the turkey. We sat on the couch, ate our pizza and watch the first DVD of "The Lord of the Rings".<br />
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Friday was like any other day except we were able to leave early because our last hour was open. That's always nice. I headed to the gym and I was home by 3:30.....SO EARLY! Usually I don't get home until after 6. What to do with the rest of my day?? <br />
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Because I had to work, I missed out on all the crazy sales and people watching. So my sister and I went to Menards, Kohl's and Michael's.<br />
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Once we got home, I was in the mood to put up the Christmas Tree. I got new ornaments last year on clearance and have been waiting to use them this year. But I've been dreading lugging up the 9-footer from the basement. I always scratch up the walls and basement door and leave pine needles on the floor. I didn't realize how many ornaments I bought once I started to decorate. It looks gorgeous. I intend to post some pictures soon enough.<br />
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This morning (Saturday) I worked at the Y again and did a quick workout before I came home. Later this afternoon, an old high school friend (Jes) is going to take pictures of my sister and I for our Christmas cards. The weather's crappy...windy and wet....oh well. Hopefully all will turn out well.<br />
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Tomorrow I have the day off. Yes! Kristina (from the Y) wanted to see "White Christmas" at the Lyric Theater in Anoka and I am going to accompany her. I've never been there or seen "White Christmas" so it's new experiences all around. We have box seats so that should be nice too. Afterwards, we're going to eat out in DTA (Downtown Anoka). With my food journal, it's going to be a test to see if I can order something healthy.<br />
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Well, that's all I have to say with what's new with me but I think that's more than plenty. I can't wait for Christmas to be here because I actually have more than one day off IN A ROW.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-34810388973546618152011-11-06T19:17:00.000-06:002011-11-06T19:17:41.440-06:00Christmas Agenda<i>ATTENTION XTINA: Don't read this post if you want you're Xmas present to remain a secret. As you said: "The world doesn't always have good surprises."</i><br />
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I'm proud to be called a widow. A deer hunter widow. Though it's from my sister and not a husband. But that's okay because that doesn't change the fact that I get the house all to myself for two weeks. SWEET! Party's at my place! <br />
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And with the deer hunting opener comes the craft sale-ing. There were tons of events going on...Majestic Oaks Boutiques (this one is still going on until Nov 13th), Blaine High School, Andover Community Center, Forest Lake, and my family favorite and tradition....Elk River. <br />
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I met up with my cousin Saturday morning and we hit the high school. It was kind of a dud. I guess it just seemed bigger because we were smaller. We had more fun running up and down the halls because the moms were too boring and crafting was boring. But lucky for us, our moms rubbed off on us and we're keeping the tradition alive. (Mom's Up North and my aunt's in Arizona snow-birding already!) It's more about spending time with the women that you love than actually buying something. At least, that's how it is for me.<br />
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The one and only thing that caught both of our eyes was an ornament. Elegant yet simple. They looked like they would be cheap and super easy to make. Perfect for general gifts for coworkers and neighbors, even my hairdresser possibly. I'd rather give her a $5 gift than a holiday bonus.<br />
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I've already found inexpensive clear bulbs at Menards of all places (and way cheaper than JoAnn's). The spendy part comes for buying two-sided scrap-booking paper at Archiver's. They are all so pretty and I can't decide on just one design so I bought all of 'em.<br />
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I've already made 6 bulbs. My fingers (and back) hurt so bad for the tedious task of rolling the paper but it's totally worth it. They look so gorgeous. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Tomorrow I am going to keep on working. I've got 18 more bulbs to make. Christmas will be here soon enough and it's a little time consuming. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And I still have Christmas cookies to make for the exchange at work for next Monday. And I need to get pictures taken with my sister for this year's Christmas card. We've never done one and I think it'd be fun. She just needs to get her butt out of a tree and back to the cities.</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-69157896314426756422011-10-18T11:22:00.000-05:002011-10-18T11:22:48.978-05:00Alarm Clocks<div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal"></div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal">I am pretty picky with the type of alarm clock I use.</div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal">It needs to have a FM radio and a CD player.</div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal">But the most important part is that it needs to have RED lights.</div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal"> </div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal">I can’t stand green or blue numbers. Those emit too much light in my room to sleep. I need it to be as dark as possible.</div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal">I'm having alarm clock issues as it's over a decade old and is starting to show its age. </div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal"> </div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal">It gains time. I press the snooze button A LOT!! And every time I hit snooze, it adds time. This past week I had to reset the time because it was 24 minutes fast. I do like the time to be a little fast because it gives me some snooze cushion time. But 24 minutes is too much.</div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal"> </div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1318953789022287">The alarm isn't reliable. And I think there's a correlation to me falling asleep while listening to the radio. I will set the radio to turn off after 15 or 20 minutes. But then in the morning, the alarm doesn't go off on the time I set it at. It will go off 9 minutes past the set alarm time...as if I had already hit the snooze button. Twice this month I had overslept because it didn't go off at all which made me come thisclose to missing work. But this last time I had slept in 10 minutes PAST the time I was supposed to leave for work. I got up, got dressed and left the house with no makeup and bed hair. I prefer to save au naturale for when I have an excuse to look that way....like being sick.</div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1318953789022287"><br />
</div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1318953789022287">So...today I am shopping for a new alarm clock. I am dreading it because I love the one I have. I just wish it would work. Wish me luck! </div><div class="yiv555440533MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1318953789022287"><br />
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</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-89729275410548138052011-10-11T22:26:00.000-05:002011-10-11T22:26:09.509-05:00Fall ColorsMy fall season has officially begun. <br />
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Fall brings Honey Crisp apples, Chili, changing of the leaves. And also changing of the hair color.<br />
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Gone are the days of blonde high-lights and carmel low-lights.<br />
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Now is the season of the dark mocha brunette with low-lights of deep reds and purples. I told my hair stylist to think like a Cherry Tootsie Rollpop. <br />
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She does such an awesome job. But unfortunately, I won't look as sexy tomorrow morning as I do tonight. I wish I has a celebrity just so I could have my own personal hair and make-up stylists.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-44484484493621842612011-10-11T22:06:00.000-05:002011-10-11T22:06:33.810-05:00The Final ProjectRemember reading about <a href="http://theordinarylifeofhuleebritozio.blogspot.com/2011/06/weeks-vacation.html" style="color: #6aa84f;">this summer project</a> that my mom helped me with?<br />
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Well, it's finally all finished and sitting in my house.<br />
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My parent's neighbor is a carpenter and my mom had him fix up the drawers, rails and backing.<br />
The drawers were in rough shape, but with some new plywood it looks wonderful. He even put the hardware on for me. <br />
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With my new "buffet" table in its home between my dining room and living room, my giant wall looked a little drab. So off to HomeGoods, Michael's, Bed Bath & Beyond I went. I found a couple of things that I could picture in my house but they were sculptures. I wanted something more of the lines of framed art. Then I thought about JoAnn's. They have framed pictures/paintings. And I struck gold. Three frames, one larger than the other two. The larger is a little different than the smaller but they compliment each other.<br />
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All that's left is to fill the drawers. With what? Who knows? <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-38020162605282531782011-09-25T11:42:00.000-05:002011-09-25T11:42:49.228-05:00Destination: Duluth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Starting on Thursday, I've had a 4-day vacation. You might not know my schedule...why would you. I have a couple of days off each month. Last month I tried to do a road trip to Hastings but that fell through because my parents came into town. I'm getting restless just spending my time off at home. I make plans to do stuff around the house but I just get unmotivated and it's either accomplished halfway or not at all. <br />
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And the last thing I want to do on my vacation is work at my part-time job. In the last 25 days of September, I have worked every day EXCEPT for only 5 days. Besides this week's 4 day vacation (I'm working tonight for someone because I'm nice and really....there's no one else who's willing to help her out), two of these 5 days allowed me to go to the Little Falls Craft Show and to Wisconsin (if only for 14 hours).<br />
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Sorry...I'm getting off topic with my rampage.<br />
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Vacation...oh, yes....I wanted to set out of dodge. Do something out of Julie's normalcy. How about Duluth? It's the end of September. Fall began a couple of days ago. The leaves are starting to change. It's the perfect time to go. So on Saturday morning, my sister and I gassed up the car, got cash out of the ATM and were on our way.<br />
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Side-note: The leaves weren't that great in Duluth. However, the miles north and sound the Hinkley had the best reds and oranges.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Last year, I wanted to go to Duluth but wasn't able to make it work. The major attraction that I wanted to do...<a href="http://www.spiritmt.com/adventure-park/index.html" style="color: #6aa84f;">Spirit Mountains Alpine Coaster</a>. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the entrance to the Timber Twister.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's an easy cart to control with hand brake! You control how fast OR slow you go. Tip: Faster is more fun but slower you can appreciate the scenery.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're ready to rock-n-roll!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the end, a conveyor belt brings you back to the top. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My view as I head back to the top of the mountain.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what's behind me. Beautiful!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They had a zip line too. Sure, why not?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from standing in line. Gorgeous.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting strapped in.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, $h!+.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>The zip line was scarier standing in line than actually doing it because you saw all the people go ahead of you. Some screamed, some giggled. It was a 50 second ride. Twenty seconds down and 30 seconds back to the top. Only one person/pair can go at a time since there's only one line and it's down and back up. I'm glad to say I did it, but the coaster was more fun.<br />
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Afterward, we had lunch and did some shopping on S Lake Ave and Canal Park Drive. It was getting late in the afternoon, so it was either head back home or get a motel. We decided to head back home and sleep in our own beds.<br />
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Looking back there's so much more that we could have done and you need more than a day to do it. I will most definitely be making lodging accommodations next time. But it was still a perfect way to spend a crisp fall Saturday.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-234927124472170062011-09-22T10:37:00.000-05:002011-09-22T10:37:41.647-05:00Shirt RepeaterIt's time to get dressed.<br />
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Today is a day off of work so I went out for an early workout and I always come home to shower.<br />
As I was finishing my hair, I was thinking about what shirt I was going to wear.<br />
I have plans of housework and errands. Nothing too fancy or dingy.<br />
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I rummage through a pile of clothes (a neat pile I might add) in my bedroom and I think back to a line that Adam Braverman said to his father on "Parenthood". It was something about Crosby wearing the same shirt two days in a row. "That's gross...unless you're working out."<br />
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I believe the opposite to be true. I'm a repeat shirt wearer. Why launder a perfectly good shirt and wear down the fabric and screen printing? Maybe it's the frat boy inside of me but sometimes I do the smell test if it's been more than a couple of days. But any hint of odor and in the hamper it goes.<br />
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Now my outfit for working out, I launder that every single time. To put back on yesterday's sweaty clothes gives me the willies. It makes me feel dirty and yucky. Socks, undergarments, pants, shirt...it's fresh every day.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559625138394176222.post-15865886976560501852011-09-17T19:26:00.000-05:002011-09-17T19:26:58.282-05:00Quickest Vacation EverSixteen hours....the perfect-summer-coming-to-an-end vacation.<br />
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My best friend, L, and her family rented a cabin in Dansbury, WI and they invited me to tag along.<br />
Unfortunately, I had to work all week. However, I did make the 2 hour drive Friday night after work to spend a night on Bass Lake. <br />
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I got lost a little bit in Wisconsin, twice actually. But I made it just in time to see the lake before dusk and then see the moon rise up over the horizon. I also had my first chili dog, which was accompanied by roasted corn on the cob. Oh, and s'mores and mixed drinks while sitting (and dancing) by the campfire. <br />
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The morning came too quickly and it was time to come back home. I wanted to away from the freeway as long as possible. How can 75 mph be too slow for the fast lane?? So I took the scenic route to Grantsburg. I guess it has a famous dairy building where you can get delicious ice cream but somehow I missed it. I was through Grantsburg before I knew I was even in it. Oh well. <br />
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Her family is so gracious and welcoming. They made me feel like I was one of the bunch even though I was the outsider. They said that next time they go on vacation, I need to be there longer than sixteen hours. I agree.<br />
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Even though it was short, it was perfect. Even though it was 54 degrees, it was perfect.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835560657830924083noreply@blogger.com1