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Thursday, March 29, 2007
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Tuesday, March 20, 2007
My Morning Routine
I'm 28 years old. I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a little puffy I'll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1000 now. After I remove the ice pack I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I use a water activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Nineteen ninety five
I love this album. Every track is awesome, start to finish. Also, I like listening to it because it reminds me of a time in my life when everything was good. That's all.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Thank you, Robocop
Apotemnophobia (from the Greek apotemnein, "cut" and phobos, "fear") is a pathological fear of amputees, or of amputation. [or of those with missing limbs]
When a person who suffers from this specific phobia sees an amputee, they will often feel restless and try to escape the situation. In serious cases a fight-or-flight response or panic attack may occur. In spite of how strong the symptoms can be, the person is generally aware that there is no real ground for their fear. Many Apotemnophobia sufferers are most affected by the view of the flailing unnatural stump, which causes the massive dread by the sense there should be something there.
In most cases the phobia can be treated with psychological techniques. The treatment method depends on the person and the way the phobia has arisen.
When a person who suffers from this specific phobia sees an amputee, they will often feel restless and try to escape the situation. In serious cases a fight-or-flight response or panic attack may occur. In spite of how strong the symptoms can be, the person is generally aware that there is no real ground for their fear. Many Apotemnophobia sufferers are most affected by the view of the flailing unnatural stump, which causes the massive dread by the sense there should be something there.
In most cases the phobia can be treated with psychological techniques. The treatment method depends on the person and the way the phobia has arisen.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Tuesday is the worst day of the week.
If you remember my first post, it was something along the lines of why I think Tuesday is the worst day of the week. Well, just in case you’ve been waiting, here it is. Lets start with Wednesday…
Wednesday: For us 9-5’ers, Wednesday is also known as ‘Hump Day,’ no, not because we hump on Wednesday (even though we could and sometimes do), but because it’s the middle of the week. It’s all down hill from here. In fact, by the end of lunchtime we’ve passed the halfway mark. Another good thing about Wednesday is that tomorrow is Thursday, the day before Friday.
Thursday: Thursday, the day before Friday. We’re done with Wednesday and we start making our plans for the weekend, which starts tomorrow. We sometimes stay up a little bit later on Thursday night and we start to forget the perils of the week up to this point. We rest easy knowing that Tomorrow is Friday. Tomorrow, at 5:00, the weekend starts.
Friday: The weekend is here! Yeah, technically Saturday and Sunday are considered the “weekend,” but what else are you going to do after 5:00 Friday afternoon? You pick up a six-pack on your way home from work, go home, prop your feet up and say, “Ah, I’m glad it’s Friday.” Some of us drink the whole six-pack, maybe even twelve, maybe more. There’s nothing better than an ice-cold brew after a long week. We do this because we can, because it’s Friday and we don’t have to work in the morning. Tonight we’ll hang out, party, catch a live band, or whatever else. We rest easy because, well, probably because we just downed eighteen beers.
Saturday: First we sleep late and nurse our hangover, drink a full pot of coffee, and ponder repeating what we did last night tonight. We’ll decide on that later. Today we can do whatever we want. It’s probably a good day to go buy that Lawn-Boy Lawnmower we’ve been eyeing, and while we’re at the hardware store we might as well pick up some other useless tools that look cool. After we mow the yard, weather permitting, we reward ourselves with a beer, or two, or three, or eighteen. And, if we’re not too terribly intoxicated we will again hang out, party, catch a live band, or whatever else. Tomorrow is Sunday, and we can sleep late again.
Sunday: Again, we sleep late. Unless we go to church Sunday usually starts of rather slow. Sunday is always a slow day, as we need to recuperate from two nights worth of drinking…can’t show up to work drunk! Tomorrow is Monday, but it’s not that bad.
Monday: Monday keeps us in check. It keeps us from getting carried away with our weekends, but most importantly, we get to tell our co-workers about our new Lawn-Boy lawnmower. You know, the one with the cast aluminum deck, easy lift bag, and soft comfort grips. Oh, and it’s self-propelled too. Anyway, Monday lets us start over, especially if we last week was particularly bad. The only bad thing about Monday is that tomorrow is Tuesday.
Tuesday: The worst day of the week. Why, because we’ve already told our co-workers about our new lawnmower and weekend binge. Because we are not halfway through the week and tomorrow is not Thursday or Friday. Or Saturday. Tuesday sucks. There is nothing special about Tuesday.
No, not all of us buy a new lawnmower on the weekend, but you get what I mean ,right?
Wednesday: For us 9-5’ers, Wednesday is also known as ‘Hump Day,’ no, not because we hump on Wednesday (even though we could and sometimes do), but because it’s the middle of the week. It’s all down hill from here. In fact, by the end of lunchtime we’ve passed the halfway mark. Another good thing about Wednesday is that tomorrow is Thursday, the day before Friday.
Thursday: Thursday, the day before Friday. We’re done with Wednesday and we start making our plans for the weekend, which starts tomorrow. We sometimes stay up a little bit later on Thursday night and we start to forget the perils of the week up to this point. We rest easy knowing that Tomorrow is Friday. Tomorrow, at 5:00, the weekend starts.
Friday: The weekend is here! Yeah, technically Saturday and Sunday are considered the “weekend,” but what else are you going to do after 5:00 Friday afternoon? You pick up a six-pack on your way home from work, go home, prop your feet up and say, “Ah, I’m glad it’s Friday.” Some of us drink the whole six-pack, maybe even twelve, maybe more. There’s nothing better than an ice-cold brew after a long week. We do this because we can, because it’s Friday and we don’t have to work in the morning. Tonight we’ll hang out, party, catch a live band, or whatever else. We rest easy because, well, probably because we just downed eighteen beers.
Saturday: First we sleep late and nurse our hangover, drink a full pot of coffee, and ponder repeating what we did last night tonight. We’ll decide on that later. Today we can do whatever we want. It’s probably a good day to go buy that Lawn-Boy Lawnmower we’ve been eyeing, and while we’re at the hardware store we might as well pick up some other useless tools that look cool. After we mow the yard, weather permitting, we reward ourselves with a beer, or two, or three, or eighteen. And, if we’re not too terribly intoxicated we will again hang out, party, catch a live band, or whatever else. Tomorrow is Sunday, and we can sleep late again.
Sunday: Again, we sleep late. Unless we go to church Sunday usually starts of rather slow. Sunday is always a slow day, as we need to recuperate from two nights worth of drinking…can’t show up to work drunk! Tomorrow is Monday, but it’s not that bad.
Monday: Monday keeps us in check. It keeps us from getting carried away with our weekends, but most importantly, we get to tell our co-workers about our new Lawn-Boy lawnmower. You know, the one with the cast aluminum deck, easy lift bag, and soft comfort grips. Oh, and it’s self-propelled too. Anyway, Monday lets us start over, especially if we last week was particularly bad. The only bad thing about Monday is that tomorrow is Tuesday.
Tuesday: The worst day of the week. Why, because we’ve already told our co-workers about our new lawnmower and weekend binge. Because we are not halfway through the week and tomorrow is not Thursday or Friday. Or Saturday. Tuesday sucks. There is nothing special about Tuesday.
No, not all of us buy a new lawnmower on the weekend, but you get what I mean ,right?
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Stuck In A Moment (Sort of)
"Yeah, he's gotta keep rocking, he just can't stop
Gotta keep on rocking, that boy has got to stay on top
And be a juke box hero (got stars in his eyes)
He's a juke box hero (got stars in his eyes)
And just one guitar (juke box hero) put stars in his eyes
Now he's just a juke box hero
Juke box hero, juke box hero, he's got stars in his eyes
Stars in his eyes"
Foreigner rules.
Gotta keep on rocking, that boy has got to stay on top
And be a juke box hero (got stars in his eyes)
He's a juke box hero (got stars in his eyes)
And just one guitar (juke box hero) put stars in his eyes
Now he's just a juke box hero
Juke box hero, juke box hero, he's got stars in his eyes
Stars in his eyes"
Foreigner rules.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
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