tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16737486686765749532023-06-20T08:35:37.767-04:00The Pleasures and Disadvantages of Being a "Kidult": My Blog of Random ThoughtsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814757731899795noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673748668676574953.post-75351743215857408812013-11-29T19:09:00.001-05:002013-11-29T19:09:37.800-05:00FUNNY PREGNANCY PICTURES (Announcing My Big News!!!)Guess what?!!! <b><i>I'M PREGNANT WITH MY SECOND! :D </i></b><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ft6eAQar9_A/UpksSzT9svI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BY46Ma5rhq8/s640/blogger-image-875064952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ft6eAQar9_A/UpksSzT9svI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BY46Ma5rhq8/s640/blogger-image-875064952.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>So I've been keeping that held in since July! (It's the end of November as I'm writing this. Today is actually Black Friday. Just in case you are reading this way later after I posted this...) I was afraid to tell my parents, and that's why I kept it a secret. Weird of me, right?<div><br><div>Well, actually, with my first son, I was pregnant at 16 (like I said in my earlier blig post). My parents reaction was scary, so this time around, I didn't know exactly what to expect and debated for MONTHS on how to break the news. Although, I am 22, living on my own with my first child, haha! I guess I'm just a big wimp.</div><div><br></div></div><div>So FINALLY, I told my mom two days ago. She was actually REALLY excited! She just wishes I told her sooner, though, which I expected that. </div><div><br></div><div>I am a little over 22 WEEKS, and Dave and I found out that we are having a BOY! We are overly excited, and cannot barely wait until we get to hold and see our little angel. I always wanted 2 boys, too. This is truly a blessing! </div><div><br></div><div>ANYWAY! I am going to celebrate my announcement of my new addition to my family by making this blog post ALL pregnancy-related!!!</div><div><br></div><div>Here are ALL my FAVORITE funny pregnancy pictures that I have found and accumulated from all over the internet over time! :) <b><i>Enjoy!</i></b></div><div><br></div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HQsRypxQZE4/UpkspEq4-eI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1kTvsZwdfS0/s640/blogger-image-1886447197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HQsRypxQZE4/UpkspEq4-eI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1kTvsZwdfS0/s640/blogger-image-1886447197.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-R3HDN53ptho/UpksqJSgNiI/AAAAAAAAAlc/DL-3Aerd2us/s640/blogger-image--1036673354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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(25 Ideas for Motivation)<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-p2Lt4fMLaNs/UpKmGH3xfeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/c4AeFyAyBvY/s640/blogger-image--2088529152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-p2Lt4fMLaNs/UpKmGH3xfeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/c4AeFyAyBvY/s640/blogger-image--2088529152.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Got a TON to do, but just can't seem to get it started?</span></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>Find yourself making up excuses to not do what you need to at certain times?</div><div><br></div><div>Are you a huge procrastinator, like me?</div><div><br></div><div>Well have no fear! Ideas to help you get motivated are here! ;)</div><div><br></div><div>These helped me <b>a lot</b> since I ALWAYS catch myself in a slump every now and then. These should help "perk" you up, and stay "perked" up, to get your shit together and taken care of!</div><div><br></div><div>These are some of my most valuable tips and tricks I have found from research on how to get yourself motivated. So, here, I will gladly share them with you! </div><div><br></div><div>Hope they help! Good luck!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wVQVrVbgB9o/UpKmlo_yFgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/CpUxpuoo0cY/s640/blogger-image-1931489768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wVQVrVbgB9o/UpKmlo_yFgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/CpUxpuoo0cY/s640/blogger-image-1931489768.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><b>~*25 Ideas to Get You Motivated*~</b></div><div>~~~•••~~~•••~~~•••~~~•••~~~</div><div><br></div><div><b>1) Never give yourself too much to do at once! </b></div><div><b> </b>Doing this will actually make it feel a bit <i>overwhelming</i> when looking at the big picture!</div><div><br></div><div><b>2) Get yourself EXCITED!</b></div><div><b> </b> Think about the outcome and benefits of accomplishing your goal or task at hand! Imagine a big weight being taken off of your shoulders. Also, remind yourself how good it will feel to get whatever it is done and over with, so you don't have to worry about it anymore!</div><div><br></div><div><b>3) Make an organized, neat list of the things you need to do! </b></div><div><b> </b>For example, make a "To-do" list, and cross each thing you get done off the list. This will visually motivate you. Plus, the more you cross off, the better you'll feel about getting everything completed!</div><div><br></div><div><b>4) NEVER (and I mean, NEVER) think about the difficulties or any negatives of performing the task at hand!!!</b></div><div><b> </b>Think positive! Actually, thinking positively about EVERYTHING will do great wonders to how you feel in general! </div><div>If you think of the most difficult roadblocks to your success before actually reaching them, this will really take a toll on your motivation towards the process. So stay positive!</div><div><br></div><div><b>5) Get a good night's sleep before a day full of productivity ahead of you.</b></div><div><b> </b>Make sure you have a good, peaceful, restful sleep! Also make sure you got enough of it (not TOO much though, which does the opposite of any good) to wake up feeling refreshed, energized, and ready to start the day! This will also help you maintain focus!</div><div><br></div><div><b>6) Start off small. </b></div><div><b> </b>Instead of doing the biggest tasks first, start off with the smaller, easier ones! You can get a lot of them done, in a smaller amount of time, which will build up anticipation to keep on going up to the bigger tasks!</div><div><br></div><div><b>7) Hey! Why not reward yourself?</b></div><div><b> </b>If you set an award for yourself for completion of your goal, it just might motivate you to keep going! It could be any award, such as pampering yourself to a spa treatment, a day out golfing, have a restful "fat/lazy" day to yourself, or go buy that expensive pair of shoes you wanted! Whatever it is that makes you happy, use it as an award to look forward to!</div><div><br></div><div><b>8) Exercise!</b></div><div><b> </b>I think we have all heard at some point that exercising gives energy. That energy will go a long way in accomplishing your goal! It will also keep you in a better, happier mood. It was scientifically believed that excercising produces euphoria! </div><div><br></div><div>Not an excercising-type of person, like me? That's alright! There's other, more settle, options that include walking, bike riding, cleaning the house, dancing to a favorite song, playing with the kids, etc. Whatever gets you up and moving will work!</div><div><br></div><div><b>9) Listen to your favorite music! </b></div><div> Nothing is better than putting on your favorite song and jamming out while being productive! This will help you get up and going!</div><div><br></div><div><b>10) <i>(...In addition to #9) </i>Make your own "motivational" playlist of songs.</b></div><div> Even adding cheesy songs like "Eye of the Tiger" or "Don't Stop Believin'", whatever makes you feel pumped, why not?</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hLrfBCIJkWA/UpKmEFbN4PI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jHzM9GF3jwk/s640/blogger-image-1253055829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hLrfBCIJkWA/UpKmEFbN4PI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jHzM9GF3jwk/s640/blogger-image-1253055829.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><b>11) Practice good self-discipline!</b></div><div> This one is important. You need to focus on being able to tell yourself "NO" to any distractions or types of procrastination. Be able to demand yourself to get up and do what you need to do, when you need it done. You won't be letting yourself put things off.</div><div><br></div><div><b>12) Eliminate distractions from your goals or tasks.</b></div><div><b> </b>Ex.) Turn off all your electronic devices (except your iPod, because remember? You are using that for motivational music...*cough* #9 *cough*), tell your friends you need time away by yourself to focus on your duties, and eliminate anything out of the way that may pull you away from what you are supposed to be doing. Stay focused!!!</div><div><br></div><div><b>13) Drink some coffee (or energy drink) for that extra "boost".</b></div><div><b> </b>...or anything highly caffeinated if you aren't much of a coffee drinker. Sometimes I'll start feeling sluggish halfway through the day, and coffee just seems to do <i>perfectly</i> for a little "pick-me-up" as needed.</div><div><br></div><div><b>14) Stop with the excuses!</b></div><div><b> </b>Do you see yourself making up reasons why you can't do something at a certain time? Admit it. Excuses like, "Oh, I'll do that after I'm done with this episode of Cake Boss." or "I can't do that right now, I just got home from work...". </div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">SAVE IT. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">This is also where "self-discipline" should play a role. Start being responsible and prompt on your tasks that need completed! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><i> Not meaning to sound like a lecture from your mother, but we all know it's true!</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><b>15) If you take a break from what you are doing, don't take too long of one.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><b> </b>Make your break short and sweet. Too long of a break will actually put you in "relax-mode", which will damage your energy and motivation to do something. Trust me, I do this to myself all the time. It causes procrastination to happen and then starts that "lazy" cycle all over again!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><b>16) Got any appointments/meetings to schedule? Schedule them early in the morning!</b></span></div><div> If you do this, you can get up early (and not sleep in too late because you have no choice but to go), go to your appointment, and then by the time you come back home, you are already awake enough and dressed for the day! You also have the whole day ahead of you with an early start. Also, thinking about it, you already got something productive done for the day to start off with! Win-win, right?</div><div><br></div><div><b>17) Start your day with a great, refreshing breakfast.</b></div><div><b> </b>We've all been preached to at some point about how important breakfast is to start your day with. Food will give you energy and keep you focused! </div><div><br></div><div><b>18) Start the day off doing something you enjoy. </b></div><div> Let's say you got a day full of events ahead of you (<i>and you don't have any early scheduled appointments, haha)</i>, starting off the day with something you like to do will start you off with a good mood. Good moods help with productivity and motivation. Whether it's reading a good book, exercising, take a walk with your dog, watch a favorite tv show (without over-doing it!), play a computer game, etc...</div><div><br></div><div><b>19) Got some free time? Find some motivational quotes online and save your favorite ones that you find.</b></div><div> I personally <i>LOVE, LOVE, LOVE</i> inspirational and motivational quotes! They help put you in the right mind-set that you need. Just try it! It <i>really</i> helps! :) </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KZfYLvgb9Mg/UpKmDH3BgwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/U0KOU-vAGVg/s640/blogger-image--1919715292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KZfYLvgb9Mg/UpKmDH3BgwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/U0KOU-vAGVg/s640/blogger-image--1919715292.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><b>20) Start your day being as happy as ever, with a positive attitude and outlook, and a smile!</b></div><div><b> </b>Again, this helps towards your mind-set for the day! Even better, happiness and smiles are contagious to those around you! :D </div><div> And think about it: You are most likely not going to do anything being a miserable, poopy, grumpy-butt, would you? Exactly. So, don't wake up hating the world, definitely if you got a lot to do! ;)</div><div><br></div><div><b>21) Keep reminding yourself the importance of why you must complete your goals.</b></div><div> Just keep telling yourself that you NEED to do this, and you MUST do this. Think about why it's your goal in the first place, and again, the benefits of the outcome!</div><div><br></div><div><b>22) Start your day off looking great!</b></div><div> Looking good, and knowing that you look good, will make you feel good! It makes you want to go out and do things. For example, personally, I NEVER want to go anywhere if I am not dressed nicely or don't have my makeup on. I would feel like a bum, and keep thinking I look like a bum, which doesn't put me in a pleasant mood. </div><div>But! When I get all dolled up and feeling gorgeous, I want to go here, there, the mall, run errands, etc..</div><div>See where I'm getting at?</div><div><br></div><div><b>23<i>) In case your goals/tasks are cleaning/chore-related</i>...Throw on your comfiest clothes to run around in.</b></div><div><b> </b>A nice comfy pair of sweats and a roomy t-shirt is my preferred choice when it comes to cleaning. Being comfortable while doing something is always good! Got long hair? Pull it up! Got slippers? Put them on! You aren't going to want to do something if you aren't comfortable, like being squeezed into a tight pair of jeans where it hurts to just bend over, or wearing a low-cut shirt that's so tight, your sweater puppies are popping out and catching a breeze! Right?</div><div><br></div><div><b>24) <i>My personal favorite: </i>Wear your favorite pair of undies, and socks.</b></div><div> I have a hard time explaining this one, but it goes with bringing up your mood that you need to accomplish what you need to. </div><div> For some reason, throwing on my favorite panty and my favorite pair of socks puts me into a better mood. <b><i>This is also a great tip on how to make your Mondays seem better.</i></b></div><div> So, if you somehow get why on this, good! If you don't, I highly suggest you try it! It does wonders for me!</div><div><br></div><div><b>25) Don't hang out with the "lazy-type" of friends you have.</b></div><div> These friends might distract you to relax and put off what you need to do. Energetic and excited friends seem more of a better crowd! </div><div> Also, people who always seem like "Debby-Downers" aren't the greatest to be around. ALWAYS remember: </div><div>It only takes one bad mood to ruin everybody else's moods! </div><div>And like I said before, if you aren't in a good mood, you're not going to want to accomplish anything!!! :)</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pv8ARciIT3A/UpKmij3GgSI/AAAAAAAAAhw/qd5Ucd6tysA/s640/blogger-image--245577058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pv8ARciIT3A/UpKmij3GgSI/AAAAAAAAAhw/qd5Ucd6tysA/s640/blogger-image--245577058.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>~~~•••~~~•••~~~•••~~~•••~~~</div><div><br></div><div>Well guys, I hope these helped! Some are my own and some I found and reinvented from researching this topic many times in the past, looking for ways to motivate myself, too, when I needed it. Try them out and see what you think! :D</div><div><br></div><div>Best wishes! <i>xoxo</i></div><div><br></div><div><b>-Markie :)</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><i>As always, I usually include a random "funny" at the bottom of each of my posts...</i></div><div><i>But this time, I'm going to include a bonus "F.Y.I." instead:</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><b>(F.Y.I.) Did you know that if you drink a tall glass of cold water after waking up, it helps you wake up faster and gives you energy? It also starts off your metabolism for the day, AND of course it's healthy! There's actually MANY good, healthy benefits to do this! ;)</b></i></div><div><i><b><br></b></i></div><div><i><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zg89iIGl27U/UpKmhN3fzvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/borbuIl_VsM/s640/blogger-image--2071235056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zg89iIGl27U/UpKmhN3fzvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/borbuIl_VsM/s640/blogger-image--2071235056.jpg"></a></div><br></b></i></div><div><i><b><br></b></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814757731899795noreply@blogger.com0Altoona Altoona40.529937 -78.395227tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673748668676574953.post-78433062201726674252013-11-23T12:50:00.001-05:002013-11-23T18:37:02.174-05:00Things (And People!) on Facebook That We All Silently Hate<div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-od5NwsYK4m4/UpDqpsic1NI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EIKEhhWtaKs/s640/blogger-image--640770696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-od5NwsYK4m4/UpDqpsic1NI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EIKEhhWtaKs/s640/blogger-image--640770696.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div></b></div><b><div><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Facebook, obviously, has it's pros. We can keep in touch with friends and family from a distance, play games (</b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">even with people on your</span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">friends list joining you</span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">), stalking people without being caught (</b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">we all probably did this at least once...looking up that old ex-boyfriend/girlfriend that we still hate</span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">with a passion, just to see if their life is miserable or suffering in any way...</span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">), follow our favorite celebrities and their events, keeping updated, socially, by friends and family, letting others know "what's on your mind" and what you are up to, etc...</b></div></b><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8nzXYhR6PiY/UpDq15o6kMI/AAAAAAAAAag/ophBaylKZQU/s640/blogger-image--1437511081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8nzXYhR6PiY/UpDq15o6kMI/AAAAAAAAAag/ophBaylKZQU/s640/blogger-image--1437511081.jpg"></a></div></b><div><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></b></div><div><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I can go on and on about the many positives!</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>We must admit, though...Despite all that great stuff we associate with on Facebook, there is also just about the same amount of stupid crap we <i>despise </i>about it! So, I made this blog post about everything we <i>all</i> hate about Facebook.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;">We all use Facebook as a method of procrastination sometime throughout the day.</i></div><div><br></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;"></i>If you actually think about it, there's really nothing actually productive within Facebook, anyway. We get on it, when there's always something more productive we could be doing instead, no matter what it is. </div><div><br></div><div>But, what I'm saying is that there are people who stay on it for <i>hours</i> on end, caught in the vicious "I'll-be-off-in-a-sec" cycle (<i style="font-weight: bold;">including me!)</i>. Every time they try to get off, something 10 times more interesting than what they were already looking at pops up, and then they'll say, "Ok, after this! Then, I'll get started on the laundry...".</div><div><br></div><div> Then, guess what happens? Yup! Another stupid-but-interesting thing pops up and we repeat the same statement <i>and</i> process all over again. Sometimes, the only way to get off, is to lose track of time, look out the window and realize it's dark out, and be like, "Dammit! I just wasted my whole day! Guess, it's time for bed now! I'll just do the laundry tomorrow...". </div><div><br></div><div>If this were to get any worse, the same thing happens the next day, resulting in consistent, repetitive procrastination...</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-C8idaYu5jjw/UpDqsK30hbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Qa61UG1f9qA/s640/blogger-image-1391363177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-C8idaYu5jjw/UpDqsK30hbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Qa61UG1f9qA/s640/blogger-image-1391363177.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;">Why must people think we would be ok with them sending us a million game invites to the same f*cking game?</i></div><div><br></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;"></i>That should be considered the same as asking someone, in person, if they want to play Monopoly with them. We say "No", but then they ask again, again, again...*<i>10</i> <i>minutes</i> <i>later</i>*...<b><i>AGAIN...</i></b></div><div>OR...just like sending us a million letters in the mail, asking us to RSVP to their child's birthday party! </div><div><br></div><div><i>No one does that if real life, so why do they think it's okay to do it on the internet?</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div>It also causes us extreme disappointment, because each invite gives us a Facebook notification. We first think that someone liked your status, commented on something, or you know, anything <i>interesting...</i> But no! It's just a game invite, inviting you to a game you honestly don't give two shits about and would not even ever play in real life.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-D0BzskuykiY/UpDqvNZaJsI/AAAAAAAAAZo/D--TCaXAbWY/s640/blogger-image--1693416019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-D0BzskuykiY/UpDqvNZaJsI/AAAAAAAAAZo/D--TCaXAbWY/s640/blogger-image--1693416019.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><b><i>The couple that gets into a simple argument, gets mad at each other, and changes their relationship status to "Single" in an instant. Before you know it, an hour later, they get over it, and change their status back to "In a Relationship".</i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div>After posting many statuses about how evil and how much they hate the other during their 1-hour break-up period, they make up, then proceed to post a billion statuses about how much they love the other and mushy crap like that.</div><div><br></div><div>Most of the people that I see who does this are the teenie-boppers on my Facebook. The ones who still have "puppy-love" relationships, and only date people for a few weeks at a time. </div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZLhsa_vMs4U/UpDqtmFO-5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Rz46LeivD7Q/s640/blogger-image-655318380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZLhsa_vMs4U/UpDqtmFO-5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Rz46LeivD7Q/s640/blogger-image-655318380.jpg"></a></div><br></i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div><b><i>There's</i> <i>even some that date someone for THREE days, break up, and end up crying all over everybody's newsfeeds about how badly they just can't live without that person, and that life has lost it's meaning because of it. </i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div>I even see 12 year olds do this! Aren't they too young to be dating?! Shouldn't they be watching Spongebob, or having sleepovers or something? Are they even "mature" enough yet to truly fall in love to experience real heartbreak???!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-s_BROwpfo4Y/UpDqucu5YrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/eGTXutNshGU/s640/blogger-image--1817466408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-s_BROwpfo4Y/UpDqucu5YrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/eGTXutNshGU/s640/blogger-image--1817466408.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><b>I wish kids didn't want to grow up so fast and try to act like they're adults while they are still just kids. I think all of us, as kids, wanted to be an adult and have our freedom. But now, I wish I could go back and take time to enjoy my childhood, not try to rush through it.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b> Days were good and simple as a kid. Maybe kids these days just don't realize how complex it is to be an adult, and aren't looking further into detail about it. :(</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><i>~Moving on</i>!~</div><div><br></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;">We all wish that we didn't "like" so many pages on Facebook back when we first started one. </i></div><div><br></div><div>It gets to be too much..., to the point where every 5th post on your newsfeed is actually by a friend, but every post in between is some stupid advertising post from a TV show or business that you liked from back in 2007. </div><div><br></div><div>If we don't like commercial breaks, then why do these pages think we want to see their advertisements? </div><div><br></div><div><b><i>But hey, I guess we put that on ourselves right? Nobody held us hostage and pointed a gun to our heads threatening us to "like/follow" their page!</i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6yZTd6FFbqs/UpDqoFRM2KI/AAAAAAAAAYg/o_W1UHVyP1Y/s640/blogger-image--1927568197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6yZTd6FFbqs/UpDqoFRM2KI/AAAAAAAAAYg/o_W1UHVyP1Y/s640/blogger-image--1927568197.jpg"></a></div><br></i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div><b><i>Facebook asks for too much information!</i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div>My personal facebook keeps prompting me to add my address, phone number, work address and employment history, etc. Some of these I never put in, but it keeps asking me to do it <i>way too much. </i>As if your computer will <i>blow up</i> if you don't! </div><div><br></div><div><b>I'm sorry. I just don't feel like being stalked and possibly <i>killed </i>by some creeper who found out where I was through my Facebook...</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>What really sucks, is that some devices, such as Apple and it's apps, won't work to their full extent without <i>forcing</i> you to connect to your Facebook with it to access your personal information! </div><div><br></div><div><b>*Did you even know that some online applications for employment prompt you to link your Facebook account to your application? </b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Like I want to ruin my chances of getting hired because of the employer seeing my status on Facebook complaining about taking a sharp, painful shit that morning or seeing that embarrassing picture that my friend posted of me passed out drunk on the bathroom floor? <b><i>Geez.</i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mwZXXh9hpwk/UpDq1KMiRYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ndDF6yWaXAA/s640/blogger-image--2101528912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mwZXXh9hpwk/UpDq1KMiRYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ndDF6yWaXAA/s640/blogger-image--2101528912.jpg"></a></div><br></i></b></div><div><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hOIsuP2l3rk/UpDqs5luK9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/up88PwblGo0/s640/blogger-image--47332098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hOIsuP2l3rk/UpDqs5luK9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/up88PwblGo0/s640/blogger-image--47332098.jpg"></a></div><br></i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;">The people who make every status of theirs as lyrics to a song.</i></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;"></i>Yeah, nothing else, just lyrics. And 70% of the time, it's lyrics to a song nobody's even heard of. </div><div><br></div><div><i>If we wanted to hear a song or music, we would just play it ourselves!</i></div><div>But, I will admit...I'm actually <i>guilty</i> of this one, too. Don't lie! You've probably also done it!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-y9qhl8Rydvc/UpDqrEJZaWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/stWS_BmZQpk/s640/blogger-image--830213160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-y9qhl8Rydvc/UpDqrEJZaWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/stWS_BmZQpk/s640/blogger-image--830213160.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>This is mostly on Instagram, but it happens too much on Facebook, too: <b><i>Girls who post a pointless picture of an object or food dish they were currently associating with. </i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div>I've seen pictures of Starbucks coffee cups, sunglasses, a dish from Red Lobster (<i>or even their own gross dish from their attempt of cooking at home)</i>, shoes, a picture of their friend on the toilet with her pants down to her ankles (not an object, but yeah, seen it...a bunch of times, unfortunately), girls standing in a circle and it's just a picture of their feet in that circle-shape, a picture of the word "Love" written in chalk or marker in a random spot/place, etc...</div><div><br></div><div><i>Are they trying to be..."artistic"?</i></div><div>So basically, I can take a picture of <i><b>ANYTHING</b></i> in my house, even a roll of <i>toilet</i> <i>paper</i>, and be considered...an "<i>artist</i>"? :D</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZHmUlXI5Te0/UpDq0XLVFfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zwGTlRRYdtU/s640/blogger-image-564653673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZHmUlXI5Te0/UpDq0XLVFfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zwGTlRRYdtU/s640/blogger-image-564653673.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>I don't know if you guys seen this yet, because it's not too, too common, but on my newsfeed, <b><i>it </i></b><i><b>is.</b></i> Maybe my "friends" are just f*cked up...</div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;"><br></i></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;">Guys who take a picture of the most enormous, disgusting, repulsive dump they've ever projected out of their nasty bodies and POST IT on Facebook.</i></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> They even put captions on the picture:</span></div><div>"Isn't she a beauty?" </div><div>"<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">My biggest </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">prize, yet!"</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">And some even </span><i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">hold the massive shit they gave birth to in their hand </i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">to give you a better comparison of its size.</span></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aaubUNkOVbs/UpDqmdpgMiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/QwC9bktj00s/s640/blogger-image-547927385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aaubUNkOVbs/UpDqmdpgMiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/QwC9bktj00s/s640/blogger-image-547927385.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>This one's for the girls: </div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div><b><i>That random guy, who you don't know AT ALL, that keeps messaging you the same message every 5-10 days desperately trying to get your attention. That message typically consists of just one or two words such as: </i></b></div><div><b><i>"hey." </i></b></div><div><b><i>or</i></b></div><div><b><i>"wats up."</i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div>Some of us even get more than one guy that does this shit. You know what we do? We ignore it. That is, until it gets to the point where we get so irritated by it <b><i>(</i></b><i><b>since it's like someone standing there constantly poking you in the shoulder),</b> </i>that we end up replying back one hell of a nasty message that basically threatens a brutal, bloody, thoroughly planned, clever murder if they don't shut the f*ck up. </div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>These guys are very repetitive, consistent, and never get the damn <i>point</i> that we <i>don't</i> want to talk to them.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><i>**This is a REAL screenshot of my own inbox from MY own facebook! Think I was joking??!!**</i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZpZPIEfVZ2M/UpDqnPX6jOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4wncRL1K1po/s640/blogger-image-1815372594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZpZPIEfVZ2M/UpDqnPX6jOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4wncRL1K1po/s640/blogger-image-1815372594.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;">When you message a friend, but they never reply back to you, even if it was a question...and then you realize it says at the bottom of your message "Seen at 6:15pm" (</i>meaning, duh of course, that they read it<b><i>), which ends up pissing you off even more.</i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div>Now, I'll admit, I'm guilty of doing this to people, but! I'm <i>smart enough</i> to not even open up the message in the first place so it never signifies that I've read their message (<i>because I didn't</i>). That way, it doesn't piss them off too bad, it just looks like I didn't get around to it yet. I do this because I either don't feel like talking to that person, or because I know that once I do, it'll turn into the never ending conversation where they will <b><i>never</i></b> stop replying back. </div><div><br></div><div><b>Call me Satan, but, at least I'm being honest...right?</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HievTJH57qg/UpDqqYFmvII/AAAAAAAAAY4/Qqb32bIugyE/s640/blogger-image--914529479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HievTJH57qg/UpDqqYFmvII/AAAAAAAAAY4/Qqb32bIugyE/s640/blogger-image--914529479.jpg"></a></div><br></b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><i>As soon as you get comfortable and used to the latest Facebook website update, the Facebook crew comes out with yet, ANOTHER update. And usually that update is changing way too much at one time, throwing off the whole F.B. community, pissing off everybody all at once!</i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div>You can <b>NOT</b> say you don't know what I am talking about! The <i><b>FACEBOOK</b></i> <b><i>TIMELINE</i></b> thing is one <i>hell </i>of an example!</div><div><br></div><div>Do you remember when they literally had to FORCE everybody to convert over to it? I held on to my original Facebook set-up with dear life for the longest time...before they <b>snuck</b> up behind my back and just updated it for me <i>without</i> me <b>knowing</b>. </div><div><br></div><div><b>Yes, they do shit like that...</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;">And usually when there's a new update, it changes ALL your settings back to default!</i></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;"></i>So without you <i>KNOWING, </i>until you go to your settings and realize it manually, your privacy settings are back to "<b><i>PUBLIC" </i></b>viewing instead of the "<b><i>JUST</i> <i>FRIENDS</i>"/<i>PRIVATE </i></b>viewing setting you had it on. </div><div><b><i>So EVERYTHING on or about your profile was COMPLETELY visible to the entire universe to see for the amount of time it took you to realize it.</i></b></div><div>Personally, I check my settings every now and then because of that bullcrap to make sure everything is right. Isn't that ridiculous, though?!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xKgmVyESrX0/UpDqwfIf_MI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CauqZ_3z05Q/s640/blogger-image--1185435950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xKgmVyESrX0/UpDqwfIf_MI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CauqZ_3z05Q/s640/blogger-image--1185435950.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ueK_lTWiK_w/UpDqxBdHWSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5HmrMiMm8gU/s640/blogger-image--1984596627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ueK_lTWiK_w/UpDqxBdHWSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5HmrMiMm8gU/s640/blogger-image--1984596627.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><b><i>People who get on someone else's account, and update a status for them saying, "Haha, you just got HACKED by your BFF!"...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div>F.Y.I., getting on someone else's account just because they accidentally forgot to log out on that same computer/device, <b>DOES NOT MEAN YOU SO-CALLED "HACKED" THEIR ACCOUNT</b>! </div><div><br></div><div>You didn't break any technical codes, or decoded his/her password, or whatnot. You're not a genius of computer software, or most likely acquired ANY advanced-level computer knowledge what-so-ever, so SHUT THE F*CK UP, because nobody really cares...</div><div><br></div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BWKRz1G8Gl0/UpDqyEnJtMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/pqcLG0DYC7E/s640/blogger-image-1446650243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BWKRz1G8Gl0/UpDqyEnJtMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/pqcLG0DYC7E/s640/blogger-image-1446650243.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Alright, last one <i>for now, </i>for this post!</div><div><br></div><div><b><i>We all hate those "Facebook THUGS". </i></b></div><div>Don't know what a "Facebook thug" is?</div><div>I love <i style="font-weight: bold;">Urban Dictionary</i>. So here's the definition of "<i>Facebook</i> <i>Thug</i>" I found from there: </div><div><br></div><div><b>*Facebook Thug: </b></div><div>-Someone who only talks a lot of shit on Facebook, but would not talk a lot of shit to your face. </div><div><br></div><div>Here's the link to <b>Urban Dictionary:</b></div><div><b>http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=facebook+thug</b></div><div><br></div><div>Now, let me give you an example. Someone who is really pissed off at someone would put as their status on Facebook something like:</div><div><br></div><div>"<b>Jenny, you're a fat f*cking whore, slut, bitch...I'm going to beat your ass when I see you! SKANK!"</b></div><div><i>*Except you would probably see a lot of grammatical errors in that status instead, since most who post these aren't intelligent enough to spell and punctuate accurately.*</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div>And honestly, they would <b><i>never</i></b> say anything <b>REMOTELY</b> close to what they actually wrote to that exact person in real life, to their actual physical being...</div><div><br></div><div><i>And sadly, most of the time they are "ballsy" enough to post that on Facebook just because that other person isn't on their friend list, so they can't see the status AT ALL. </i></div><div><br></div><div>So, going from my example, Jenny doesn't know that she's even being threatened. (<i>Unless...a friend of hers can see it and would tell her about it.)</i></div><div><br></div><div><i>People like that seriously disgust me. Especially the ones who talk behind someone's back, but act completely different to the person when they face them. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div>Also, their Facebook audience probably don't appreciate the retarded drama like that on their newsfeeds. It's annoying.</div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FvK5rpvtO5U/UpDqy0yM7RI/AAAAAAAAAaI/wfBG6oFnXY8/s640/blogger-image-1027960168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FvK5rpvtO5U/UpDqy0yM7RI/AAAAAAAAAaI/wfBG6oFnXY8/s640/blogger-image-1027960168.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">~~~•••~~~•••~~~•••~~~</div></i></div><div><br></div><div>Anyway, I'm pretty sure that there is going to be a <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Part II" </i>to this blog post! :) So, keep an eye out for it! <3</div><div><br></div><div>- <b>Markie ;) </b></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><i>...and my "every-blog-post-gets-an-extra-funny" ritual:</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TE9Zlokc1dQ/UpDqpEQy_XI/AAAAAAAAAYo/42NIdo8vsXo/s640/blogger-image--692208573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TE9Zlokc1dQ/UpDqpEQy_XI/AAAAAAAAAYo/42NIdo8vsXo/s640/blogger-image--692208573.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814757731899795noreply@blogger.com0Altoona Altoona40.529975 -78.395236tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673748668676574953.post-61836656747281885462013-11-22T19:34:00.001-05:002013-11-22T19:48:14.896-05:0025 Things That Men Think Women Don't DoI love how most of the female gender represents gracefulness, nurture, care, love, beauty, etc. We are also expected to live by certain standards, to the point where people get utterly shocked if we do something "out-of-line", unexpectedly, of what they thought we never did, especially men.<div><br></div><div>Well, here's a surprise, fellas! Let me speak for most women here...</div><div><br></div><div><b>Here's MY list of 25 things I know most women do, but men think we don't. ;)</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Bk3zTTFyV6M/Uo_3-pFMCRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_f17DCf7IsY/s640/blogger-image-1443549383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Bk3zTTFyV6M/Uo_3-pFMCRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_f17DCf7IsY/s640/blogger-image-1443549383.jpg"></a></div></b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>1) The most questionable one yet by the other gender...</b></div><div><b>YES, we DO fart, and they can be pretty deadly...</b></div><div><b>Actually, I honestly think we fart worse and more brutally than men do! We just have a better tendency to hide it. I'm not talking about little squeaks slipping out between two humps of fat, guys. I'm talking about a motherf*cking hurricane hitting an umbrella stand! Which brings me to the next one...</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>2) Our farts DO stink! Perhaps worse than yours! Don't let me even get started on pregnancy farts! When your woman is craving all that weird food, like pickles covered in pudding with coffee on the side...you betcha those food ghosts of air coming out later is going to smell just like that! Maybe even worse!</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>3) When we sneeze, we only do that cute little "achoo" if we have to in front of you. We do everything we can, painfully, to hold back our sneezes. But, behind closed doors, alone, if we got one coming, we let it out full force! Loud, wet, sloppy, snot-everywhere! No holding back!</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>4) I bet every woman looks into the tissue she just blew her nose in, just to see how much snot came out. You men do it too.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>5) We have little panic-attacks at points through our menstrual cycle thinking we got the tampon stuck and can't get it out.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>6) If hair falls out of our heads in the shower, we neatly put it on the shower wall to not clog the drain with our hair, then, throw it out when we're done. Some even draw swirlies with it on the wall, too.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>7) I see most girls deny this, but yes, we masturbate too. I betcha all did at least once to porn, also.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>8) We find weird amusement in the act of popping our own zits in the mirror.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>9) 99% of us all tried to pee standing up.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>10) Sometimes when we're watching TV, or whatnot, we put our hands on our crotch, too. It's just warm like that.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>11) Punching us straight, head-on in the boob hurts like hell. I guess we have some sensitivity there. It's a good way to get yourself hurt, too.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>12) Sneezing on our period sucks. Afterwards, 80% of the time from sneezes, we check to see if we sprung a leak from it.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>13) We are not embarrassed to ask other women to check us for "leaks", also. </b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>14) Most of us like to chill naked around the house just as much as guys do. It's the "freedom"-type of feeling, I guess.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>15) We all wondered what it would be like to have a penis at one point and imagined it. We'd probably end up doing the "helicopter" swing and trying to hang stuff on it all day.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>16) A good majority of us actually enjoy doing "men" activities, like football, video games, riding dirt bikes, etc...</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>17) We tilt to the side if we are sitting on a hard surface to let a fart out, just so it won't go up the cooter.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>18) We all played with our own boobies at one point. Most still do every now and then.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>19) We hate our own nipples, except for when we first step into the shower, the change in temperature actually makes them look "normal" for once. Some even go as far as flicking them to get them to look better!</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>20) 96% of us will not bother shaving in the wintertime! It's almost pointless to, since we won't be wearing shorts or anything bearing our legs. Some even try to go all winter without shaving once, just to see how long our leg-hair gets by spring time!</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>21) We will also, occasionally, shave our "toe-hair". Yes, we have toe-hair, but it's barely visible, like peach fuzz, but it's still enough to drive us crazy at some points.</b></div><div><br></div><div><b>22) Behind closed doors, you better bet your ass we violently tear into our plate of sloppy, saucy wings and make a huge mess of ourselves! This also applies to spaghetti and most pastas, pizza, anything! But if we're around anybody, or in public, (except for our closest friends, they don't mind cuz they do it too), we make sure we take every little bite perfectly with etiquette!</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>23) We make our best friends do the grossest stuff for us to help us out. For example, we'll get the other to literally stick her face in our armpit to check if we smell. She'll sometimes even give you the most accurate description of the smell too.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>24) Men's clothing is the most comfortable things to wear, including boxers! We love it!</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>25) If we lost the remote to the tv, but already sat down and got comfortable...we will just sit there and continue watching what's on that we didn't want to watch in the first place, just because we are too lazy to get up to get the remote.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0_UXcobeBsA/Uo_3vvgfzwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8bYj8BZFWBQ/s640/blogger-image-345450528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0_UXcobeBsA/Uo_3vvgfzwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8bYj8BZFWBQ/s640/blogger-image-345450528.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>-Markie ;)</div><div><br></div><div>...and another funny for this post! I'll just keep it related...</div><div><br></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9DXkB3sItbE/Uo_3_HYh2_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/HPH0aR4DM2Q/s640/blogger-image-619325472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9DXkB3sItbE/Uo_3_HYh2_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/HPH0aR4DM2Q/s640/blogger-image-619325472.jpg"></a></div><br></b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814757731899795noreply@blogger.com0Altoona Altoona40.529912 -78.395167tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673748668676574953.post-2350019144652934352013-11-21T21:40:00.001-05:002013-11-21T22:52:59.405-05:00Top 10 Weird/Funny Things My 5-Year-Old Does and Says<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Top 10 Weird/Funny Things My 5-Year-Old Does and Says:</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z8yI1TqdCAM/Uo7D617NtFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qgCQ5Wsiqaw/s640/blogger-image--768556735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z8yI1TqdCAM/Uo7D617NtFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qgCQ5Wsiqaw/s640/blogger-image--768556735.jpg"></b></a></div><b><br></b></div><b>1) "Mommy, if you stick up your middle finger, you have to stick up a buddy-finger with it so he's not alone."</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b></b><i>I'm guessing he learned this in school by accidentally giving the finger. He was doing that around the house, thinking it stood for the "number 1", but I was having a hard time explaining the truth about that one.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>2) Damien: "So...Girls have TWO buttholes?!!!"</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Mf1tVWmUNNg/Uo7D9RGYIoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EKPPPZcGIPU/s640/blogger-image-773915943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Mf1tVWmUNNg/Uo7D9RGYIoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EKPPPZcGIPU/s640/blogger-image-773915943.jpg"></a></div><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>3) One day, he got up and made himself a bowl of cereal, but except milk, he put in Mountain Dew instead... That was one HELL of a morning!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5oxWcV32NBE/Uo7D-FbWmPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/37XbiynWz4Y/s640/blogger-image--1878132686.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5oxWcV32NBE/Uo7D-FbWmPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/37XbiynWz4Y/s640/blogger-image--1878132686.jpg"></a></div><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>4) He knows every name to every "My Little Pony" pony and watches the cartoon series religiously. I guess he's a "brony"...</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>If you don't know what a "brony" is, I suggest you google it...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>5) He pokes little holes in the wall with a pen behind my back. I'll fix them by covering and filling the holes with spackling, but the next day or two, the spackling will be pushed in by yet, another pen, recreating the hole again.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>You have no idea how much this frustrates me!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>6) I was watching Beavis and Butthead, when my son was actually peeking his head in the room without me noticing (was supposed to be in bed) and ended up picking up the word "butt-biscuit". </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>His grandmothers, grandfathers, and uncles are now called "butt-biscuits" by him.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>7.) Dave: "We got an hour to kill, Damien. What do you want to do?"</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b> Damien: "But, I don't WANT to <i>kill </i>people!!!" *panicking*</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>8) Everytime he farts, whether on purpose, or by accident, he has to make sure he announces it to everyone before continuing on with his day.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>I've been trying to break this from him for a while now. I'm still trying to figure out who he's been hanging around that laughs at their own farts, too.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Xdsxou4V7rI/Uo7D7muXLqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pPVWGNp_eP4/s640/blogger-image--1573195643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Xdsxou4V7rI/Uo7D7muXLqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pPVWGNp_eP4/s640/blogger-image--1573195643.jpg"></a></div><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>9) We were in the car, listening to music. We had on Limp Bizkit, but noticing the amount of cursing in the song, I changed it. But I guess I was too late, because right when the song cuts off, I hear in the backseat, "F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!"</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Me: Gasp! "WHAT?!"</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Damien: "Nothing!!!"</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>10) Just Damien and I went to the mall by ourselves. It was early in the morning, and that's usually when no ones there, except for little old ladies that go do their shopping at Sears and Macy's. </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>One sweet old lady passed us and stopped kindly to say, "What a sweet little boy you have! He's so cute!"</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>And I swear, not even 10 seconds later, Damien rips the biggest fart ever, and since the store was so quiet, and we were on the escalator between both floors of the store, everybody (and I mean </b><i style="font-weight: bold;">everybody</i><span style="font-weight: bold;">) heard it! Then he HAD to announce it! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Mommy! Haha! I just farted!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>It was quite embarrassing...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wha-daEE_7s/Uo7D_hHmSjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/D54Bcb03mlY/s640/blogger-image-870925548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wha-daEE_7s/Uo7D_hHmSjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/D54Bcb03mlY/s640/blogger-image-870925548.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>-Markie (of course, Damien's proud Mommy!)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Annd one more "funny" for this post! This is actually a real photo of my son! Same with the first photo! Both are real :)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-T7VPPE3NgvM/Uo7EAyeSIeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7sZmG1NU9Jc/s640/blogger-image-334111054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-T7VPPE3NgvM/Uo7EAyeSIeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7sZmG1NU9Jc/s640/blogger-image-334111054.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814757731899795noreply@blogger.com0Altoona Altoona40.529919 -78.395196tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673748668676574953.post-38957564393269802072013-11-21T18:31:00.001-05:002013-11-21T20:36:52.097-05:00Oh, you know... Just One of Those Annoying "About Me" Surveys...You guys probably haven't seen these in a LONG LONG time. I'm saying like, since MySpace days. When MySpace was extremely popular before Facebook was noticed and/or existed. <div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vwtbHm0yGNw/Uo6XtT6ACpI/AAAAAAAAAII/yJdiCR8IqU8/s640/blogger-image--2018584644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vwtbHm0yGNw/Uo6XtT6ACpI/AAAAAAAAAII/yJdiCR8IqU8/s640/blogger-image--2018584644.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div><br></div><div>Maybe people merged over to Facebook because of its simplicity compared to MySpace? MySpace just got a bit too weird. They started adding a lot of pointless features, perhaps too many, and I think that's what drove everybody away (just a guess). Everybody kinda got bored with the whole over-customization of their own page? Maybe? Or just matured and wanted something a bit more...simple.<br><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GlX7tKrL8yU/Uo6XrwWUGeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bOV_U0gFkxs/s640/blogger-image--1293515322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GlX7tKrL8yU/Uo6XrwWUGeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bOV_U0gFkxs/s640/blogger-image--1293515322.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>I know that almost every single person from at least my generation had a MySpace at one point. Hell, I even had 5 different, embarrassing MySpace accounts! Why that many, I don't remember, but I assure you that most had 2 or more at some point too. <br><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AsmDSO_BN0c/Uo6XpxZW5HI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KOj15eXgL34/s640/blogger-image--325664118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AsmDSO_BN0c/Uo6XpxZW5HI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KOj15eXgL34/s640/blogger-image--325664118.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>There used to be little side-thing on MySpace called the Bulletin Board. This is where people would post things like upcoming events, parties that they are throwing, anything where they would try to catch EVERYBODY'S attention at once. This is also where they would post "About Me" surveys, which is what this blog post is (supposed to be) about. </div></div></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kGDcVy2BOmo/Uo6XoiutsPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VXudx-2BX30/s640/blogger-image-1834383180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kGDcVy2BOmo/Uo6XoiutsPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VXudx-2BX30/s640/blogger-image-1834383180.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>An "<b>About Me"</b> survey is a, say, 50-150 question survey. These sometimes include even more questions than that, and I'm saying like, up to 1,000, but that depends how how truly bored the person taking the survey is. </div><div><br></div><div>I find these annoying sometimes, because there's always that ONE person on everybody's friend lists (and it could be either on Facebook OR MySpace) that does <b>way</b> too many of these, does all the stupid chain mail posts, and does the "If you like me, comment, if you LOVE me, like this, if you want to date me, message me,..." things. </div><div><b>*If you don't have one of these people on any of your friend lists, it's because either:</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>A) Your friends don't use their social networks as much.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>B) Are mature or just don't give a f*ck.</b></div><div>...or...</div><div><b>C) It's actually you.</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>I am going to post one, just because it's fun to do once in a while and whoever cares enough to read it, will get<i> (the</i> <i>wonderful advantage)</i> to know me better as a person. ;)</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><b><i>~And if your little hearts desire to do so, you can also copy my survey, paste it wherever you like, and put your own answers!~</i></b></div><div>Which was also my intentions on posting this too, which was to give you guys something to do with your pretty little selves!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aJmfydmlToc/Uo6XrCysb5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/7ncVKpeKqyA/s640/blogger-image-565837322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aJmfydmlToc/Uo6XrCysb5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/7ncVKpeKqyA/s640/blogger-image-565837322.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Alright! Enough rambling! Here we go!</div><div><br></div><div><b><i>.:60 Questions About Me!:.</i></b></div><div><b><i>~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~</i></b></div><div><br></div><div><div><b>1. First Name and middle name?</b><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">My first name is Markie, and (uggghhh!) my middle name is Sue...yes,...Sue.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><b>2. What holiday is your birthday closest to?</b></div><div>My birthday is closest to Independence Day, since my birthday <i>is </i>July 7th.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>3. Favorite fruit?</b></div><div>Hmm...bananas? Isn't that, like, basically <i>everybody's </i>favorite fruit?</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>4. Does it bother you when someone says they’ll call you and they don’t?</b></div><div>No, this does not bother me at all, because most likely I don't want to talk to them on the phone anyway (I hate receiving phone calls/conversations). Maybe it's because of my...anti...socialness? Is that a word?</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>5. Are you allergic to anything?</b></div><div>Yes, in fact, with the bad luck I have, I am allergic to some medicines. One of these medicines is acetaminophen; found in Tylenol-like stuff. So if I get a headache, or sick, or whatever, I'm practically screwed. It was an allergy I developed after having my son (weird, right?).</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>6. Is there someone/something you want?</b></div><div>Is there someone I want, yes. But if I already have him, does that still count? My fiancé, Dave. :) Something I want, is a peaceful, great, fulfilling life (since I have not completely settled yet with a career and full family I wish for).</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>7. When was the last time you went swimming?</b></div><div>Hmmm...I think at my friend's (Seth's) house. *If you are reading this, Seth...HAI!* That was last year. Sadly, I didn't swim at all this year, because, you know, I don't have a life like that.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>8. How many U.S states have you been to?</b></div><div>Just one, and that's the state I live in (PA). Being that I don't have a life as described in the previous answer, I never ever went out of my state. </div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>9. how many states have u lived in?</b></div><div>Does it bug you that the beginning letter of this question isn't capitalized? I am a grammar nazi, by the way.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>10. Have you ever lived outside the U.S?</b></div><div>Well, guess I don't need to answer this one either...</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>11. What’s your favorite kind of drink?</b></div><div>Alcohol! Haha, no, actually my favorite kind of drink is coffee. </div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>12. Does anyone like you?</b></div><div>If anyone did, they wouldn't tell me. Dave is kind of intimidating like that, so no one would have enough balls to say so. Unless the weird-o Facebook stalkers count? You know, the ones that you don't know at all who randomly message you "Hey" once in a while and you just ignore it.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>13. Do you have any strange pets?</b></div><div>I used to have a cat that would poop beside the litterbox, instead of in it. But right now, I have no pets. :( Except for my Davey, he's my boy toy though!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>14. What is your dream car?</b></div><div>Ooooh, a Bentley! Or Rolls Royce. They are classy! Can't argue with class!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>15. What’d you do yesterday?</b></div><div>Hmmm.... just lay around like a potato. Doing absolutely nothing at all.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>16. Are you bipolar?</b></div><div>No, but Dave thinks so. I just think it's my hormones honestly, every female has that problem! One minute, I'm happy, the next someone pisses me off, then after I'm crying to that scene on the Lion King where Mufasa dies... Who doesn't?!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>17. So do you and your ex’s have a good relationship?</b></div><div>Right now? No! All my relationships end on a "no-speaking-to-each-other" terms.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>18. Where would you want to go on a date?</b></div><div>Hmm...Longhorn Steakhouse! Nothing like taking me on a date to see me shove a manly steak down my throat and watch me end up choking on it! (If you found that perverted, you...you..are....probably not the only one.)</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>19. When’s the last time you were kissed?</b></div><div>Just about a half hour before starting this. My Davey always kisses me before he heads off to work!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>20. Has anyone ever sang or played for you personally?</b></div><div>No! Jerks! </div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>21. Ever been kissed under fireworks?</b></div><div>I don't think so. Maybe Dave?</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>22. What was the last text message you received:</b></div><div>A text from Dave saying how much he hates his job and the people he works with (I get one of those for each shift he works, honestly).</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>23. Have you ever bungee jumped?</b></div><div>No, that would probably make me shit myself <i>while </i>bungee jumping. Wouldn't that be quite a "<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">shitty" disaster? *bah-dum-tss*</span></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>24. Have you ever kayaked?</b></div><div>Nope. :( No life, remember?</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>25. Has anyone ten years older than you ever hit on you?</b></div><div>Yes. I think every female gets that once in a while right? And they're usually creepy!</div><div><br></div><div><b>26. Are you an extreme racist?</b></div><div>Hahaha...I like to speed a little when I'm driving?</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>27. What sound are you listening to right now?</b></div><div>My neighbors outside my window saying how they are able to walk all over town without a problem (which I doubt it, really).</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>28. What’s your favorite song at the moment?</b></div><div>Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac. :) It's a chill song!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>29. What was the last movie you watched?</b></div><div>Monsters, Inc with my son! I love love love Boo!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>30. When was the last time you went on a trip?</b></div><div>Never, unless the grocery store counts.... :')</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>31. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else’s property?</b></div><div>No, but when I'm mad I end up doing it to my own, isn't that weird?</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>32. Have you ever been punched?</b></div><div>Yeah! I was singing along to a rap song around my best friend and accidentally said a lyric with the N-Bomb in it. (She's half white, half black)</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>33. What’s the first thing you notice about the same sex?</b></div><div>Drama-queens. I do not have many female-friends because of this.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>34. Do you have a nickname?</b></div><div>Yes, my dad still calls me "Sparkle", from when I was a kid.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>35. What do you usually order from Olive Garden?</b></div><div>Any type of pasta that looks appealing at the moment! </div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>36. Say something totally random about yourself?</b></div><div>I like when you have to fart sooo bad, that when you finally do, your stomach feels like it deflates.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>37. Do you have an iPod?</b></div><div>Yes, 3, but two of them got stolen from work, and the last one Dave got me for my birthday! :) It's a white iPod touch!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>38. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?</b></div><div>I mainly got Avril Levigne. Maybe it's because of my hair and skinny-ness.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>39. Do you have freckles?</b></div><div>Yes! But most don't notice them because of my foundation! :(</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>40. Are you comfortable with your height?</b></div><div>Kinda, I feel a little too short and helpless though at some times, but then again I don't want to be taller than most men, especially my Dave.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>41. Do you love someone right now?</b></div><div>Well, fucking duh, Dave, my son (Damien!), and my family!</div><div><br></div><div><b>42. How tall are you?</b></div><div>I am 5 feet and 2 inches. I am petite. Hear me roar.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>43. Do you speak any other language other than english??</b></div><div>Not really, but I do know some German and some Spanish, but just the basics!</div><div>Ich liebe Dave!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>44. Have you ever ridden in a limo?</b></div><div>No, but I've always wondered what they look like in the inside.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>45. Has anyone you were really close to passed away?</b></div><div>Not really, but don't jinx it!!! *knocks on virtual wood*</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>46. Do you watch MTV?</b></div><div>I used to in the mornings in 8th grade before school every day. I listened to the morning music videos while getting ready.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>47. What TV show do you hate?</b></div><div>Tim and Eric: Awesome Show! Great Job! from Adult Swim. No, Tim and Eric, not awesome show, not great job...</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>48. What’s something that really annoys you?</b></div><div>When a couple breaks up on Facebook, and they both post about how much they hate each other and how evil the other one is, but then a month later...they get back together and then post about how much they love the other and blah blah. Dumbasses.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>49. Do you think Paris deserved jail time?</b></div><div>WTF does this have to do about me? Yes, stupid bitch!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>50. Do you have a celebtity crush?</b></div><div>Hmm...Jensen Ackles from Supernatural...*Dave's going to hate me for this one!</div><div><br></div><div><b>51. Do you have a pet?</b></div><div>Didn't you already kind of ask this?</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>52. What is behind you?</b></div><div>A pillow...I'm in my bed...comfy! Comfy!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>53. Do you drive when you go on long trips?</b></div><div>Yes! I love driving! Dave and I always fight over the wheel!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>54. What’s the latest you have ever stayed out?</b></div><div>Probably until 3 or 4 am, going on a Taco Bell then Walmart trip after work with Dave. I'm 22, I have no curfew, dammit!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>55. Have you ever thought that you were honestly going to die?</b></div><div>Yes! Do you know how many car accidents I almost got into from my bad driving?!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>56. Were you ever rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?</b></div><div>No, God forbid, but I do want to know what it looks like in an ambulance!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>57. What are you wearing?</b></div><div>Oooh, baby! A white long-sleeved thermal and some skinny jeans! Yes, I lay in bed with jeans on...</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>58. Who do you live with?</b></div><div>My son, but I am working on moving Dave in with me! :)</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>59. What color is your hair?</b></div><div>Brown, but my family says it's dirty-blonde. I honestly don't see it.</div><div><br></div><div><b>60. What color are your eyes?</b></div><div>Green! I wouldn't want any other color!</div><div><br></div><div><b>~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~</b></div></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>There we go! My 60-question "About Me" survey! I did NOT come up with those questions myself, I found it off of a website called, http://www.survizzle.com.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-I4IVLnrkR6k/Uo61MqpI_nI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DWQgzGpDgU4/s640/blogger-image--1339669689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-I4IVLnrkR6k/Uo61MqpI_nI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DWQgzGpDgU4/s640/blogger-image--1339669689.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Most people probably won't even read your answers (except for your stalkers...) but hey, they are still fun when you got nothing else to do! I haven't done one of these in years, so I thought I'd share one for old time's sake! :) Enjoy guys!</div><div><br></div><div>-Markie</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Oh! And a funny for the end of this post for you! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zRVb0HZzpF4/Uo6Xks6Vc9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/u2hbIojDA0g/s640/blogger-image-854175229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zRVb0HZzpF4/Uo6Xks6Vc9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/u2hbIojDA0g/s640/blogger-image-854175229.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814757731899795noreply@blogger.com0Altoona Altoona40.529903 -78.395246tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673748668676574953.post-39018568452412255942013-11-20T20:19:00.001-05:002013-11-20T20:37:33.115-05:00Things that I Believe is Wrong with Society These Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nTLTn5oy4oc/Uo1fhjg-kJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WkxXtfigpyo/s640/blogger-image-1314600816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nTLTn5oy4oc/Uo1fhjg-kJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WkxXtfigpyo/s640/blogger-image-1314600816.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What I've been noticing a lot lately, and I don't know if it's just my town that I live in or what, but, I rarely <b>ever </b>see anyone be polite or kind to anyone. I don't see people help each other out as much, or even give to the less fortunate...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's almost as if everybody gave up on each other, or are just plain ignorant or rude. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">People that I see around me only seem like they care about themselves, and they will only do things for their own personal gain. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'll give you some examples:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'll hold the door for someone, maybe they're handicapped and need help, or a mother pushing a stroller can't grab the door, or just simply doing a nice gesture...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>I get ignored, with no thank you or any acknowledgement of my existence and they act like you were <i>supposed </i>to hold the door for them. As if they were a king or something...</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4kDI9oSkRrI/Uo1fhJtCx9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/gvEzuRGz6KY/s640/blogger-image--44523104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4kDI9oSkRrI/Uo1fhJtCx9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/gvEzuRGz6KY/s640/blogger-image--44523104.jpg"></a></div><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A car is stalled out on the side of the road, and the owner is stuck, desperately trying to get it started back up so he can get out of the cold and go home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Everyone just keeps driving past, not even slowing down enough to ask if he needs assistance or a jump even. They just keep going, acting like they never saw it.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8BKGcwabf5g/Uo1fd758brI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4wIVdIMvGB8/s640/blogger-image-1404045783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8BKGcwabf5g/Uo1fd758brI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4wIVdIMvGB8/s640/blogger-image-1404045783.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Kids/Teenagers are posting more and more videos on the internet/social networking sites of fights that broke out in school. They show horrible images of a little kid getting hurt by a big kid, or two girls degrading each other by ripping each other's clothes off during the fight...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>If kids had any decency, they wouldn't post up things like that and promote violence. Yeah, kids will be kids, but how come not ONE of them stands up and says, "Hey guys, this kid didn't even do anything to us. Why are we even bothering him? This is sad." </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Like, they don't feel the least bit of sadness seeing someone innocent and small get hurt. :(</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tlyVw91ntpM/Uo1fHdEmzsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fBN-hVLDgAI/s640/blogger-image-1472447056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tlyVw91ntpM/Uo1fHdEmzsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fBN-hVLDgAI/s640/blogger-image-1472447056.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Those are just a few examples, but I could go on for ages. I can't even count how many times that I went to the grocery store to shop and people will just push me out of the way (that thing people do, like brush up against you with their elbow and shove you a little, but trying not to make it look on purpose) just to get down the food aisle. <i>What ever happened to "excuse me"?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EWqc9kuA3cM/Uo1fbib5GyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qQkOb0tOmGQ/s640/blogger-image--1492374936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EWqc9kuA3cM/Uo1fbib5GyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qQkOb0tOmGQ/s640/blogger-image--1492374936.jpg"></a></div><br></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I even get those kind of people who would walk right in front of me and stand there while I was already there looking at something on the shelf at the store. They had no concern of my presence. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Is all of this rudeness and lack of politeness because some asshole did it to the next guy, which made the next guy turn into an asshole, so he did the same to the next guy, and so this big asshole cycle started, and that's why it seems like everyone is an asshole?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So here's what I pledged to do lately. This was bothering me too long, maybe let's try to make a difference. I refuse to be ignorant and ignore others like they don't matter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>As a society, we are ALL human beings, trying to find our own way in life trying to survive. We should be there for each other, lend a hand when it's needed, help each other... Because if you needed help, you would appreciate it if someone lent you a hand, right?</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i><br></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z7yyz2AxZkY/Uo1fdFgU16I/AAAAAAAAAGM/CLr8hzvbZ78/s640/blogger-image--1682697010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z7yyz2AxZkY/Uo1fdFgU16I/AAAAAAAAAGM/CLr8hzvbZ78/s640/blogger-image--1682697010.jpg"></a></div><br></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>1) Compliment others often. A simple compliment, doesn't take much time at all, can turn someone's day around in a heartbeat. To make others feel good, would make you feel good, right? It should!</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-J6hcyR5vtvM/Uo1fDOQD7MI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4CdvSFCjZmU/s640/blogger-image--161118365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-J6hcyR5vtvM/Uo1fDOQD7MI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4CdvSFCjZmU/s640/blogger-image--161118365.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>2) Help that guy stuck on the side of the road! Got jumper cables? Help him out! Good karma will return to you! I always carry a set in my vehicle just in case anyone needs it, including myself.</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i4FaQPd60lQ/Uo1ffJCGa2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/JHNUmsdo2xA/s640/blogger-image-472816847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i4FaQPd60lQ/Uo1ffJCGa2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/JHNUmsdo2xA/s640/blogger-image-472816847.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>3) Someone standing at the checkout in front of you is short on change for his order. Lend him a buck or two! Of course, I don't expect you to pay his order for him, but if he's short $1.55, hell, I'd scrape some up for him. I did that once for a guy who was buying a gallon of milk and some bread and he came up short. He was desperately digging in his pockets for change. I paid his entire order for him (not much, honestly) and he could not stop thanking and blessing me! Poor guy must've been having a hard time. :(</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i><br></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ICudsbtmwF8/Uo1fF0Re9JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eexXPSsKONo/s640/blogger-image-680513338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><i><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ICudsbtmwF8/Uo1fF0Re9JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eexXPSsKONo/s640/blogger-image-680513338.jpg"></i></b></a></div><b><i><br></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>4) If you don't know a person's name yet, refer to them as "ma'am" or "sir". It's just more respectful that way. Way better than "hey", "dude" and "hey, you". I sadly, never hear "ma'am" and "sir" being used anymore.</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i><br></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PWZsQqUjT1Y/Uo1fGzbuTCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ttJ8HO9ZB0s/s640/blogger-image--612530181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PWZsQqUjT1Y/Uo1fGzbuTCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ttJ8HO9ZB0s/s640/blogger-image--612530181.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b style="font-style: italic;">5) Don't ever stiff the delivery driver out of a tip (unless your service was horrible, but also remember that he just delivers the orders, he doesn't necessarily make them). </b>I used to work at a pizza shop, and our drivers would literally speed to your house to make sure you got your food on time. We have a $1.50 delivery charge, and guess what? Our drivers only get the 50 cents, while the company (P.H.- there's the initials of the company's name, I don't know if I'm allowed to say it fully, but I bet you can figure it out) keeps the dollar. Barely any gas reimbursement at all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But anyway, some of those drivers even depend on those tips to put food on the table when they get home because they live <i>paycheck to paycheck. </i>:( I've seen it. I always give a tip, and then extra sometimes and tell them to give that to the cooks, to show them appreciation too!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--LtmgGay_w8/Uo1fFLVXFqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nr2PofTS44M/s640/blogger-image--1672449377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--LtmgGay_w8/Uo1fFLVXFqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nr2PofTS44M/s640/blogger-image--1672449377.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>6) Say hello with a friendly (not creepy...) smile to people who pass you by. I would say hello to a passerby on the sidewalk walking and they just stick their nose in the air and keep walking, ignoring my gesture. WTF :(</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YMKKDNt7BD4/Uo1fgL3lAuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TxN6JUrBrSM/s640/blogger-image-638963034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YMKKDNt7BD4/Uo1fgL3lAuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TxN6JUrBrSM/s640/blogger-image-638963034.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>7) Never make fun of someone just because of their looks. It's just ignorant. My boy pointed at a bigger lady in a waiting room at my doctors office this morning, and whispered to me, "Mommy, she's fat!!". I literally took him in the bathroom, smacked his mouth for his ignorance and gave him a lecture. </i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i><br></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5DisU8unWFU/Uo1fdnuV2wI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BpdQQn_Y7SM/s640/blogger-image-1390553454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5DisU8unWFU/Uo1fdnuV2wI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BpdQQn_Y7SM/s640/blogger-image-1390553454.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">None of these examples even take much effort at all! That's why I don't understand why others can't just be nice and treat each other fairly and with kindness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Maybe someone is having a horrible day. A "bad-luck" sort of day. But if you give them a simple friendly compliment, or even a friendly conversation, it would most likely make a huge difference on how that person's outlook of the day is then! And seriously, it doesn't take that much! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Also, if someone helps you, return the favor. Or pass on the good karma and help someone else out, create that "good karma cycle" instead of the "asshole cycle". ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And this leads me to one more thing...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">People on government assistance (welfare). This is a <b>touchy</b> subject to most people, because of the amount of debate! But I'm not going there...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hear a lot of complaining about these people. I know, for a fact, that there are people out there who just abuse the help for a free-ride. That's basically stealing from society! These people are assholes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hate the people who are perfectly able to work, but just refuse to and sit on their butts all day and collect. Also the ones who commit fraud to get even more benefits illegally. That's not contributing to society! It is unfair to the ones who work hard for everything they own and it's basically stealing from their pockets!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-awggBDztvp0/Uo1fHyNVUKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lGeIKSL5VMk/s640/blogger-image-1824065072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-awggBDztvp0/Uo1fHyNVUKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lGeIKSL5VMk/s640/blogger-image-1824065072.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But what I think people don't see are the people who <b>do</b> need the assistance. The ones who <b>do</b> have jobs, but just don't make enough to survive. Face it, a 40 hour per week job at minimum wage still cannot put enough food on the table, definitely if they have kids and after rent and utilities and such are paid for. Times are tough, and some people need the extra hand. And there are people out there who are working on college for a higher education to get a nice job, but in the meantime, need the help <i>temporarily. </i>And mostly all of those kinds of people are embarrassed of having/needing the assistance. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>It's the ones that don't try to get off of the assistance programs</i><i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> that bothers me. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">But, I put this in this post, just because I believe that before you criticize all, there are some that are trying their best. If you got fired from your job out of nowhere, you never know if you would temporarily need the help, right? You just might if your luck runs out. Even if you had a savings as back up, what if you don't find a solution by the time it runs out? :(</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">But anyway, what I am meaning is, people also need to stop criticizing others, especially if they don't know them. We do have a lot of judgmental people in our society. </font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Back to what I was getting at...</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">If you see someone in need, help them out. People are struggling everyday. </font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b>Do something generous</b>.</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Acknowledge others' generosity, also!</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7Kvyp2bfh0E/Uo1fcBNf2yI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RY6pq7JTdIM/s640/blogger-image--907937664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7Kvyp2bfh0E/Uo1fcBNf2yI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RY6pq7JTdIM/s640/blogger-image--907937664.jpg"></a></div><br></i></b></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b><i>Also, Thanksgiving and Christmas are just around the corner! Be thankful for what you have, as others are out there struggling to get what you have. Be thankful for life, your home, your loved ones, your meals, everything and every little thing! </i></b></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0NXY7rgptJA/Uo1fGbvLQaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RNwtehgxHWw/s640/blogger-image--1562795652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0NXY7rgptJA/Uo1fGbvLQaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RNwtehgxHWw/s640/blogger-image--1562795652.jpg"></a></div><br></i></b></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b><i>Be giving: give to others who are less fortunate this Christmas, and lend a hand. It's the time of GIVING. It's not all about what you GET.</i></b></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b><i><br></i></b></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-v3Zxzk0llek/Uo1fekiJFpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TGyD6rCo9Ek/s640/blogger-image--1643093180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-v3Zxzk0llek/Uo1fekiJFpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TGyD6rCo9Ek/s640/blogger-image--1643093180.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">In this world, it's give and receive. So many people just seemed to of lost faith in humanity. ;(</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><i>Think, all those good deeds, will get you some extra "good karma" points! </i></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Haha! Ever watched "My Name is Earl..."? ;)</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">And just a random funny for you! :D</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-du1GQqwmG6g/Uo1fcjIfONI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nL5eqAHki_g/s640/blogger-image--1133872381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-du1GQqwmG6g/Uo1fcjIfONI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nL5eqAHki_g/s640/blogger-image--1133872381.jpg"></a></div> </font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-Markie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814757731899795noreply@blogger.com0Altoona Altoona40.529939 -78.395226tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1673748668676574953.post-70599834254470478762013-11-20T17:40:00.001-05:002013-11-20T17:40:01.475-05:00My Very First Blog Post! Sooo...uh...hello? Am I doing this right?<div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9qJ8rFs_Q3k/Uo06P0NaF6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/8rGLM4q6_Hs/s640/blogger-image--203140465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9qJ8rFs_Q3k/Uo06P0NaF6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/8rGLM4q6_Hs/s640/blogger-image--203140465.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Well, hello there! My name is Markie! Yes, guys, that's my REAL name. It is NOT short for anything; doesn't stand for anything. It's exactly how it is and spelled on my birth certificate. My parents say that I was named after Markie Post, the actress, but my father's name is Mark...<div>You obviously see where I'm getting at, where <b>I </b>personally think my name <b>really</b> came from...and I think it's weird.</div><div><br></div><div>...And yes, I've know who Marky, Mark, and the Funky Bunch are, and yes, people continually tease me with that as a nickname. *Sigh*</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--sQsa2vZxzE/Uo06OTIGTeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XpLU8qLhJ00/s640/blogger-image-1955503343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--sQsa2vZxzE/Uo06OTIGTeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XpLU8qLhJ00/s640/blogger-image-1955503343.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Anywho...</span></div></div><div><br></div><div>Oh! Yeah! Being that this is my first blog EVER and my first blog POST, let me introduce myself and explain my purposes of creating a blog for myself, ok? :)</div><div><br></div><div>I am a 22 year old young mother of my precious little 5 year old, Damien Matthew. He is my reason for everything I live for now. Every milestone he reaches amazes me more and more each time. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0QiBu2vUNCM/Uo052QULqrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4e9f8TAeC7U/s640/blogger-image--30950574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0QiBu2vUNCM/Uo052QULqrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4e9f8TAeC7U/s640/blogger-image--30950574.jpg"></a><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Children are amazing little beings, aren't they? As a parent, you watch them take their first breath of life, say their first words, take first steps on their own little feet, and before you know it...BAM! They are graduating High School, getting married, and just quickly grow too fast! Mine is only 5, but that 5 years seemed like only a year has passed. </span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It is extremely important to take in every little moment and capture and save every memory you can! </b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">You will never be able to go back and re-do anything you missed! I've learned this importance after kicking myself for not taking as many pictures when he was little and was too excited to see him grow, instead of just slowing the world down a little to take it all in. Don't let yourself regret this later in life!</span></div></div><div><br></div><div>If you are not a parent yet, let me tell you this in advance then...</div><div><i>You will always underestimate how much your mother truly loves you, until you have children of your own. </i></div><div>Even if you THINK you do, YOU DON'T. Just take my word for it. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mAeGVCDQK4Q/Uo0518sdISI/AAAAAAAAADw/X1bJSk2fj-k/s640/blogger-image-1516218304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mAeGVCDQK4Q/Uo0518sdISI/AAAAAAAAADw/X1bJSk2fj-k/s640/blogger-image-1516218304.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Back to my introduction...(I kinda trailed to a different topic there, didn't I?). </div><div><br></div><div>I had my son when I was <i style="font-weight: bold;">17 </i>years old. So I was preggers when I was 16, had him when I was 17. I am a VERY young mother. It was an accident back then, honestly, being the rebellious teen I was, but my boy is my beautiful outcome of it, and I wouldn't be where I am now if it weren't for him joining me in this world. So please, don't discriminate! I've already heard it all, but I am the opposite of the remarks. Like "teen moms can't be mature enough to have a healthy pregnancy", "teen moms have premature babies", and "people that young can't raise a kid". </div><div><br></div><div>Let me say, I had a very healthy pregnancy, exactly full term (he was born on his due date!), with a weigh-in of 8lbs 5oz. :) Definitely no preemie there, and he is quite excelled in his education and I do everything to provide for him...so :P That Teen Mom show you see on tv? I think they're just a bunch of irresponsible children who over dramatize raising a child...but of course, I don't personally watch the show...</div><div> </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-a_tkvVpjG5U/Uo06Mg8sXoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mX-VXcbI8pw/s640/blogger-image--238087621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-a_tkvVpjG5U/Uo06Mg8sXoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mX-VXcbI8pw/s640/blogger-image--238087621.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Being a young mommy though (well, a new one, really), can be tough. I am learning new things as I go here. We just don't come equipped with everything you need to know. So my boy and I, are learning new things <i>together. </i>:) </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3JVkoHXzcbo/Uo06OjOmzXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lc3eNQoXreg/s640/blogger-image-209715120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3JVkoHXzcbo/Uo06OjOmzXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lc3eNQoXreg/s640/blogger-image-209715120.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Oh yeah! The title? </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><b><i>"What is a 'Kidult', anyway?"</i></b></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">A "Kidult", is actually, if not already obvious, two words put together. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Kid and Adult. Kid + Adult = Kidult, see?</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I believe it describes me, because I can act like a kid sometimes, but still be an adult. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">What I mean is, I still buy Lunchables to eat <i>myself</i>, I play video games a lot in my extra time, and I still watch cartoons as much as I did when I was 6. But! I am an adult when I need to be. I work really hard, I'm one of the bosses at my work, I keep up with my home, etc...</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So, in conclusion, that's basically what a Kidult is. It's also that awkward stage between your teen years and your adulthood..."kidulthood". Simply, though, I just enjoy/do certain things that I like. :)</div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UTH-krznqWw/Uo052xD4GsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zCu7KYVzamM/s640/blogger-image--1287366351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UTH-krznqWw/Uo052xD4GsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zCu7KYVzamM/s640/blogger-image--1287366351.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Just recently, I've been having a lot going on (I'm sure I'll explain later in this blog), and my thoughts were to create a blog to share my thoughts, opinions, and experiences to relieve some stress (writing seems to always help!) and be more open to society. I'm more of a person who is anti-social, very very shy in person, but my mind runs wild. </div><div><br></div><div>I am extremely new to this "blog" thing, but I've been thinking of wanting a blog for a while now, so I thought to give it a shot! What do people blog about, anyway? What's a blog's soul-purpose? </div><div><br></div><div>See, I don't really know. But! I thought I'd create one as a thing to write my personal thoughts down on to share! Hope that's ok? :/ More like a journal, with no specific topic in general. </div><div><br></div><div>I promise, it won't be as boring as this first blog post though.... ;)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kqWDsabQkQ8/Uo051WXemyI/AAAAAAAAADs/R714GQs_REQ/s640/blogger-image-1194705573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kqWDsabQkQ8/Uo051WXemyI/AAAAAAAAADs/R714GQs_REQ/s640/blogger-image-1194705573.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>So, any thoughts or suggestions (or even blog tips) you would like to share, please do!!! I am welcoming to hear any advice or opinions! :) It is all appreciated, just like you reading and suffering through my first post, that is greatly appreciated as well!</div><div><br></div><div>Thanks again! You'll hear from me again soon! God Bless!</div><div><br></div><div>-Markie</div><div><br></div><div>And here's an extra "funny" for you guys!...</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZdN06VPygfU/Uo06PAvXTpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ORf1BkXAfxM/s640/blogger-image--407031985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZdN06VPygfU/Uo06PAvXTpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ORf1BkXAfxM/s640/blogger-image--407031985.jpg"></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814757731899795noreply@blogger.com0Altoona Altoona40.52996 -78.395387