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Another Random Tip
So, you're low on cash but you have some fabulous threads that require special care...care that you want to give but don't want to forfeit eating for. So, your options are to stare at your glorious "dry clean only" clothing for fear of getting a coffee or sweat stain on them, wear them once a month so you can afford to have them dry cleaned, or wear them out and ruin them by washing them in your washing machine. Not any more, my friends.
If you're on a tight budget but want to make your delicate and dry clean only clothes last longer and stay "so fresh and so clean, clean," then toss them in a pillow case, knot it closed, and wash in cold on a normal cycle. After they're washed, hang them up on hangers in your bathroom, or laundry room if you have one. All will be well, your clothes will be clean, and you will continue to look fabulous without having to turn off your cable or starve a few nights a week.
For more tips check out mythings.com/tips
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Random Tricks
Alright, I found this while looking for tips about laundry care and it was random enough to share.
Have you ever had a cotton t-shirt, perhaps one of your favorites, shrink? You know, the one you took extra special care to not put in the dryer because the fit was so perfect when you bought it, that you feared if it was placed in the dryer it would shrink. Yeah, I've had those too. Somehow, they end up in the dryer and they never fit the same again. You're tempted to donate it but can't find the heart to get rid of it. You hope and pray there's a way to ease the fit without stretching it. You rack your brain and your friends for any ideas and come back empty handed. Not any more.
I actually tried this and it worked. It didn't bring it back completely, but it did give about an inch, maybe two, in all directions. You have to follow this pretty closely. It won't work if you don't. And remember to use white vinegar.
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Truck Stops Really Are Creepy
On a spring night, in 2005, some friends and I found ourselves near the last leg of a two week road trip across the western United States. At about 3 a.m. we found ourselves needing gas somewhere along I-5 nearing the border of California and Oregon.
We pulled off the freeway into what might has well have been a scene from a horror film. There was a single, dimly lit, light illuminating the gas pumps attached to a log-cabin type structure. There were rows of semi trucks parked in the darkness next to the gas pumps. We all slowly piled out of the 35 foot R.V. that we had spent the last two weeks in, and made our way to get snacks and use the bathroom.
The interior was almost as poorly lit as the outside. Everything had a yellow-grey tint to it. It was almost laughable to call this tiny room a storefront for the gas attendant and his food and drink items for sale. Nevertheless, I asked where the restrooms were. The attendant grunted something about them being down the hall on the right.
I hesitantly walked down the dark hall and entered a room that may has well have been decorated by Ted Nugent. There were gun moldings and bumper stickers about gun rights all along the beams on the ceiling. There were also blown up newspaper clippings about Hitler being found dead and the Hindenburg disaster. I'm not sure how that all related to gun control, but someone found it important enough to place on the wall.
I could tell that this room was part of a larger space and quickly saw what looked like restaurant seating in the darkness beyond the room I was in. I was a little uneasy by this point but had to use the bathroom, so I made my move towards the sign indicating I had reached my destination. I was shocked to find the door stop as it hit something. As I peered in slowly to see what stopped the door I saw a bathtub, followed by what looked like a woman's legs. There wasn't a curious bone in my body by this point. I turned and ran out of there. I slowed as I came to the store front and noticed the small grin in the corner of the attendants mouth as I left the building. I told my friends about it who let their curiosity inspire them to discover what had convinced me to refrain from using this particular bathroom. Each of them shuddered as they came out of the building.
It was, in fact, a mannequin. A woman dressed in a red polka-dotted dress turned to witness the relieving of peoples bladders. Now, I'm sure truckers find this hilarious as much as the attendants find it hilarious to watch people run out of there. And I have to admit, it is pretty funny.
The best part of the whole thing is that we found out, upon sharing the story with people, that some other friends had been there and found out that if you touch the mannequin or lean over it, an alarm goes off and she starts screaming. I would say that I want to meet the people that own this little truck stop and shake their hands for coming up with such a genius trick to play on unsuspecting travelers, but I don't. That said, it does make for a great story.
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These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things
Now, this blog is technically dedicated to all the random things I see in life. But I felt it needed some balance, so I thought it appropriate to make a list of some of my absolute favorite things--things that make me smile that just might make you smile. Enjoy!
1. Good Coffee
There's nothing like a warm, cozy, delicious cup o' joe in the a.m. to make the early hours that much more exciting. I especially like home made coffee, cuz I can make it how I likes it.
2. Watching The Sunrise
I used to hate getting up early. Now, I can't believe I've let myself miss out on the glory of the beginning of the day. There's nothing like watching the sky go from black to gold with an array of colors that outdoes a rainbow. It's simply majestic.
3. Stretching
There's nothing like stretching to revitalize the body. It wakes up the mind and relaxes the muscles. It's simply refreshing and I love it.
4. My Friends
If you don't know them, you're missing out. They are some of the most grounded, faithful, and inspiring people I know. I really, really enjoy them. It's hard to go to "work" because of them. They pretty much rock.
5. Hearing My Favorite Song on the Radio
I love this. I love it because you crank it up, and sing a long at the top of your lungs, and pretend you're the lead singer of the band singing to a million fans. And of course you feel as if God did that just for you. He probably did. And He's probably chuckling at us when we sing our guts out like that. I would.
6. Listening To Children Laughing So Hard They Can't Breathe
Kids laugh at a lot of things, but it's not every day they laugh so hard they can't breathe. The things they find humorous seem so simple, but they are truly hilarious. I love it because it's genuine and unapologetic. I wish adults were more like that.
7. Trying New Things
Some people say this to sound impressive. I like the things I like, but I also really like to discover new things. New foods, new ways of doing things, new cultures. It's all very fascinating to see the world through other people's eyes.
8. Reading
I especially like this with my great and glorious cup o' joe. I love reading various things--the Bible, political articles, inspiring stories, and biographies. It's just fun.
9. Helping A Friend In Need
I love helping people. One day, I'll fund projects and such for people who need assistance.
But more than that, I love helping people realize how great they are.
10. Jesus
He is amazing.
Have a fabulous day!
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Name Dropping.
You meet the strangest people when you travel on any form of public transportation. My transportation of choice these days is the air bus.
There is an unspoken etiquette when it comes to communicating when you're on an airplane. There are a few who break these rules intentionally, and those who are simply oblivious. The ones who are unaware have had some sort of circumstance in their life that has prevented them from any real conversation with other people. These people say some funny stuff.
The woman I sat next to this morning was in her sixties. She used to be a school teacher/librarian. She was kept much like a woman in her sixties would be, with glasses and short, grey hair, and a cozy sweater to match.
She noticed my phone and talked to me about how much she wanted a blackberry and asked if I had Facebook on mine. I demonstrated a few things and then continued to settle in before we took off.
When the flight attendant was standing near in preparation to demonstrate how to use the seat belt and such, the woman mentioned that her cousin was the pilot who landed the plane safely in the Hudson River a few days ago. The flight attendant expressed her appreciation for the man and then asked how he was doing. The woman replied: "Oh I don't know him. He's my third cousin. We've never met. But at my family's reunion next summer you better believe I'm going to ask him about it!"
And with that I closed my eyes and waited for the plane to take off. I was secretly laughing on the inside. It all made sense to me now.
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Papa Was A Rollin' Stone
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there was a hall at which people were invited to come and sing songs before audiences who would travel far and wide to catch a glimpse of the magic brought by this mysterious strip of land. Upon the strip were glittering lights which captured the hopes and dreams of countless souls seeking fortune in the soil of the great west.
I was no stranger to this place. This land had once been my home, not by my choosing. My parents had journeyed there hoping to re-establish themselves as parents sometimes do. I was accustomed to strange practices of the land. I once saw a man walk down a street in broad daylight wearing a women's blue, powdered suit and high heels to match.
It happened on one evening, as I joined my brothers in a band of musical flare, that we found an equally if not stranger than normal incident. We had been invited to sing our songs of hope and freedom to those who dare listen, and were waiting to take our places on the stage at one of the magical stations on this gloriously shitty strip of land. A man in his 50s entered our dingy dressing room asking if we might lend our ears and dollars to him for a moment. One of the members of our group sought to give the man our attention and thus gave him five dollars to captivate us, however long it may be.
The man was quite disheveled and missing some teeth. He appeared to have made a home of the streets there. How he made it in, was unbeknownst to us. Even so, we were now inclined to hear what he would share with us. In the raspiest tone I've yet to hear from a person, he began to sing the words, "Papa was a rollin' stone..." The rest was undecipherable and short. I couldn't tell if the man had lost his voice or had something blocking the chords in his throat from chiming appropriately. Within 30 seconds the man was gone, our entertainment paid for, and we were all left with one of the stranger moments in life to remember.
I wish someone had the presence of mind to video tape the incident.
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You Know You're Getting Older When...
I hereby repent of my inconsideration of others on the road when I was a teenager.
I hereby pronounce that I will do my best to remain confident with my driving technique so as to not appear to be inexperienced once I am well aged.
For the first time in my life, I have experienced the other side of inexperienced and inconsiderate teenaged drivers. I happened to be passing by one of the local high schools as the students were rapidly fleeing from their isolated place of study. I was appalled at the methods in which these children were using to operate their vehicles. It should also be known that the northwest is not known for its skills in the motorized transportation department.
I was tailed by 3 different teenaged drivers while going a minimum of 7 miles over the posted speed limit. I was cut off following the frustration that boiled over in the bodies of said persons, twice. It was then that I realized how much we might have sucked as teenaged people. I've never felt such contempt for the lack of consideration for others before.
Moments after this experience took place, I found myself once again being forced to slam on my brakes in an effort to avoid collision with an elderly couple who realized they were not only in the lane that would prohibit them from safely turning into the lot where they were intentioned to go, but that they were about to miss their turn. My head was still in the moment of disgust over the youth's inconsideration. I shook it off as an isolated incident and continued.
None of this would have stood out if it wasn't for yet ANOTHER older couple who found themselves in the same situation only the confusion of the moment paralyzed them and prevented them from making any decision other than to come to a near complete stop in the middle of the road. They first tried in vain to move into my lane, realizing that the only way to do so would be to knock me out of it. They decided that wasn't a good idea, and I'm glad they did, however, they couldn't figure out if they should speed up or slow down. I slowed at them initially as they were close to hitting me, I stayed in the lesser speed so as to allow them into the lane. Their confusion made things worse. They slowed and were nearly rear-ended. They almost made the decision to move into the lane they wanted to but paused again. So, I finally decided to speed up and move past them so as to prevent anyone from damage.
I finally made it to my destination and came to a point in the parking lot of the complex I was in where I waited for cross traffic to pass so I could park in the spot directly in front of me. One of the cars I had waited for decided they wanted the spot instead, so they took it. It was an interesting end to a series of appalling driving techniques.
To any and all I have displayed such negligence to, my sincerest apologies.
Now I say that northwest drivers should learn how to take pride in their ability to drive and show the world what we're made of!
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