tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86092285851751397572024-02-21T02:28:03.844-07:00Gary's Rantings...if I don't let it out here, it's likely to explode later...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-15048792918012588712017-01-03T17:31:00.002-07:002017-01-03T17:31:47.686-07:00I've Been Facebook Hacked<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="2f08m" data-offset-key="40j39-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129;">
Did "hacked" come to mean something other than someone gaining unauthorized access to your account? I know kids these days have new words for everything, so I just wanted to make sure I didn't miss some of the hip lingo they're laying down.<br />
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I'm seeing so many people on Facebook lately claiming to have been "hacked" because their account is sending out posts/messages without their knowledge. <br />
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If you had been hacked, there are two possible scenarios: <br />
<b>1</b>. Someone either figured out your password (you use your dog's name for all your passwords) or cracked it using what's known as a brute force attack (a program literally tries all the possible combinations until it finds the right one), or <br />
<b>2</b>. your sibling/spouse/friend/ whatever finds out you didn't log out of Facebook when you walked away from the computer, and you don't notice until people start commenting on your post about how that sibling/spouse/friend is the best person on the planet (or that you pick your nose, depending on how kind that person feels at the time). <br />
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Here's why you don't see more brute force attacks on Facebook profiles: let's assume you have an 8-character password with 1 upper case, 1 number, 1 special character, and 5 lower case. That's 98,853,048,320 possible combinations. It would take 2hrs for a computer capable of trying 25 billion passwords/hour (that seems to be the average figure for brute force applications, and Facebook doesn't let you try that often). Adding even one more lower case character to your password adds roughly 48hrs to the cracking time needed. No one really wants to spend that much time just to get access to your Facebook account. Let's face it, all your selfies are on Instagram anyway.<br />
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So, in short: <b>You were not hacked</b>. On Facebook, that's known as permissions, not hacking. At some point in your Facebook journey, you clicked on something that gave another app permission to post on your behalf. <br />
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"<i>But I didn't click on anything!</i>" you protest. <br />
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Really?? This is Facebook, if you have a mobile device, you check Facebook an average of 14x/day. The average session is 20 minutes. Next to email and your web browser, Facebook is the most popular app. Almost 80% of smartphone users check Facebook within 15 minutes of waking up in the morning. 62% of users check Facebook immediately in the morning. Somewhere along the line, you clicked on something. <br />
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You probably didn't notice because you just hit OK on the pop-up message that was between you and the video you wanted to watch, or the quiz you wanted to take so you could see what kind of spatula you were in a previous life and didn't see the fine print that said you give this app permission to post to your timeline. These "hackers" don't need to waste time breaking into your account when you simply leave the door open for them. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-64550402082127984462014-06-03T21:39:00.001-06:002014-06-03T21:39:28.841-06:00My Response to "Modest is Hottest"<div style="text-align: justify;">
Some of you may have seen the blog post from the Confessions of a Teenage Bride website. I've seen it shared on Facebook several times in the last couple of days. If you haven't, you really should go take a look because it's worth the read (find it <a href="http://mylifeasacraig.blogspot.ca/2014/06/modest-is-not-hottest.html" target="_blank">here</a>).</div>
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It's very interesting to read it from the woman's point of view, having tried the less-than-modest approach and comparing the two. There are two things I want to address in response to her article.</div>
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<b>First</b>: I hope the girls realize that the same guys who are checking them out as they walk down the school hallways in various degrees of immodest clothes are also making derogatory comments about you when they're alone together. I remember very clearly a time in high school gym class when a group of "popular" guys were in the locker room being very demeaning about a girl, who was part of their group outside the locker room, because of how she dressed. They weren't complaining, but they talked about her with the negative and vulgar associations you'd expect from the minds of grade 10 boys. When I hear the saying, "Dressing immodestly is like rolling around in the mud. You'll get attention, but mostly from pigs" I think of that group of boys. Nice to your face, but they'll use your back as a knife holder.</div>
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<b>Second</b>: I can't speak for all guys, I just know what I and the other guys in my group thought and felt. There are still those of us out there who really do think modest is hottest. Unfortunately, they don't make as much noise as the guys who are cheering and leering. Most of the time, because we're guys and have the social graces of a giraffe on roller skates, we don't know how to compliment a girl without coming across as awkward. "Hey, you look good all covered up like that" somehow just doesn't come across as a positive comment. Due to the general maturity level of that age group, if a guy were to express a compliment to a girl, there's a fear that others would see it as romantic intent. It was like that back when I was in school, and probably goes back to when the first boy asked the first girl out on a date. You talked to a girl, therefore you must "like" her. </div>
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Psychologists at Princeton University (the reference escapes me at the moment, when I find it I'll put it in), where a group of men were shown images of "scantily clad" and fully dressed women while being given MRI brain scans (and yes, they did find something in there). When the men viewed photos of fully dressed women, the areas of their brains associated with people and feelings lit up. Researchers found that the less the woman wore in the photo, more of the men's brains associated with objects and tools was active. <br />
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Now, before this detours into a discussion of "dress modestly because boys can't control their thoughts", let me stop that train right here. Girls, the point behind modesty is <i>NOT </i>to prevent the walking raging hormones known as boys from having thoughts and urges they can't control. That's a cop-out on the part of the boys. The point to modesty is that you recognize your own worth. You deserve better than to have some guy's brain put you in the same category as it does a hammer or a wrench.<br />
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So, back to the original article. I argue that modest really IS hottest. Who cares how the lowest common denominator defines hot? You are worth so much more than that.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-69511672503398666332014-04-24T20:45:00.003-06:002014-04-24T20:45:50.126-06:00My Big Secret<div style="text-align: justify;">
I think it's time I made a confession. I've tried to hide it for a long time, but I figure people are bound to find out eventually anyway and I may as well tell everyone. I am an introvert. There, I said it. Feels good to get that off my chest and not have to live under the deception of a double life. <i>In case you missed it, this is the part where you act shocked and surprised...</i><br />
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Growing up, I thought I was just shy (and I probably had that going for me too). Now I understand myself a bit more and that it's all about where I get, or expend, my energy. I always knew I felt more comfortable with a small circle of very close friends than with a large group of good friends. I really enjoy getting into thought-provoking conversations, which is usually easier with people closest to me. Small talk is emotionally draining and almost painful to me, I've never been good at it and I'd rather actually talk about something than "shoot the breeze".<br />
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It gets annoying at work sometimes when I'm expected to mingle and "shmooze" during big events while I just want to eat and get back to my room. Not that I don't like crowds. Crowds are fine, unless I have to interact with parts of the crowd. If I need to clear my head, sometimes I'll go to the mall because it's easy to disappear in the crowd and be alone to think. The kids thought I was crazy last year for going to the mall on Christmas Eve for some quiet time.<br />
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I'll talk to people if I have something specific to talk about. I'm sure this comes across as being snobby sometimes, but it really isn't. Snobby would be thinking that I'm too good to associate with anyone else in the room, and that's not the case at all. Being an introvert is more about conserving my energy for interactions I find beneficial. So rather than use up all my energy with small talk, I usually wander around and listen to other conversations, or just watch other interactions (and not in the creepy stalker way either).<br />
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Some people compare it to being in a hamster ball, but since I'm a geek I prefer to think of it as having my shields up. Some would rather beam down to the planet and check things out, while I'd rather stay on the ship and observe. Once I've confirmed that the conditions are favorable, then I'll lower the shields and join the landing party.<br />
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And here's a tip for all the extroverts out there, it really doesn't help when you poke the shields. You don't need to tell me that I'm being quiet any more than I need to tell you that you aren't. Being quiet isn't a bad thing, honestly.<br />
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Yes, I'm an introvert. I am more comfortable in my head than I am in a crowd. I can be alone in a crowded room, but that doesn't mean I'm lonely. I would rather talk about ideas than the weather. I know how to make friends, I just choose to make a few good ones. I find it much easier to write about what I'm thinking than to verbalize it. Sometimes I will "escape" to my phone just long enough to recharge so I can come back and deal with people again, even people that I really like. I don't understand how someone can be screaming mad and then seem perfectly fine only minutes later. I don't feel compelled to answer the phone when it rings, I may not have the energy to talk to the person on the other end. I don't talk to hear the sound of my own voice. If I'm not taking part in a conversation, it's because I feel I don't have anything to contribute.<br />
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Anyhow, my secret is out. I know most of you are shocked and didn't see this coming. I probably should've eased into this rather than just blurting it out like that.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-31277532998823193392013-08-19T19:31:00.000-06:002013-08-19T19:31:58.055-06:00Calgary Spartan Race<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Like so many other painful exercise experiences, this one started out with Jesse saying, "I know what we should do..." This was back in January and we had so many great ideas of how we were going to get in shape and train. Running, treadmill, cross-country, hills, etc. All of those would've been a great help, if we had actually done any of it.</div>
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I actually did run a couple of times in January, which turns out isn't quite often enough to prepare for the Spartan. I kept up on my kettlebell training, and now I know a few areas in my training schedule I need to revise in order to survive the Kalispell Spartan in May.</div>
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So, how did the race go? The official results haven't been posted anywhere yet, but I made it out in about 1.5hrs. I should pause to mention my 14-yr-old son completed the hurricane heat in about an hour. Anyhow, it started out fine, I kept up a nice comfortable jog long enough to get out of sight of the spectators then decided that was enough. Up hills, down hills, up more hills, then down again. Here, take this cinder block down the hill then bring it back up again. Now try it with a sandbag, and we found a steeper hill for you.<br />
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The rope net bridge wasn't bad, then we came to the monkey bars and the three attendants lied to us and said we were half-way done. Not nice. The trail portions had a lovely view of the Calgary industrial section right off Blackfoot Trail. Very inspirational to see all the back hoes and large machinery.<br />
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The over/under/through walls were fun, for me. Barb was cursing me as I stepped over the first one.<br />
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The 8' Wall was a challenge. "No, the white side is for the men". Huh?? What white side?? All I see is mud everywhere. Why not just say, "Guys on the right, girls on the left," that'd be easier. The ability to press a 32kg kettlebell did nothing to help me pull my sorry carcass up and over the wall. Thankfully Jesse took pity on me and gave me a boost.<br />
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Go over and balance on some 2x4s to make your way through another obstacle. Fortunately my legs are long enough I could straddle across two planks, which made it easier. Get to the tires, flip it over... then flip it back (memo to me: set one of these up in the back yard).<br />
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Scaling the wall was pure evil. The foot holds were caked with mud and the hand holds came to what seemed like my waist, but were probably a bit higher. I have to admit I didn't even try on that one. Fortunately I'm tall enough to hit the bell at the end while standing on the ground. I'll do the 30 burpees later.<br />
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What started out in the hurricane heat as a nice mini pond was by this point a mud bog. And it smelled like farm mud too. Great, time to do another obstacle with shoes weighing about 50lbs each now thanks to all the accumulated mud.<br />
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Barbed wire wasn't bad. Neither was wading through the water afterwards. The A-frame rope climb was challenging due to the lack of traction, but I managed to get over.<br />
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Almost done the race? Well, this seems like a great place to put the first water station. Seriously people, look at putting a few more of those in next time.<br />
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The vertical rope climb? Umm, no. Not going to happen. Jesse made it look easy. Trevor did awesome in the hurricane heat, but I just didn't have it in me. Add 30 more burpees to my tab. I'm good for it, trust me. I'll totally do those later.<br />
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Spear throw went well. DJ gave me some great pointers at our family reunion and I got it on the first try. The fire jump at the end was a joke. I saw photos from the Kalispell Spartan where they had burning logs that everyone had to jump over. In Calgary? A small pipe running off a propane bottle. Really?? It seems like you're just calling this one in.<br />
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The Spartan guy with the padded staff was fun. Tristan (my nephew) took his Spartan down during the hurricane heat. I'm not saying he managed to evade the staff. I'm saying he squared off, asked Mr. Spartan if he was ready, then took him to the ground. I opted for a less confrontational approach, but did make the Spartan move out of my way. Next time, I would <b><i>LOVE </i></b>to get a bunch of guys together before the finish line and do a proper haka (check YouTube for some NZ All Blacks rugby games) before we charge the Spartans and their little padded Q-tips.</div>
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So, for those of you who may be considering a Spartan Race (and I'd recommend you give it a shot at least once), here are some training tips. Don't think of this as advice from an expert, but rather as "I really wish I had done this to get ready."</div>
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1. Legs. Work them like there's no tomorrow. Then work them some more. Squats, lunges, jumping squats, jumping lunges, box jumps. I got up to doing 32kg squats and lunges, and probably should've done more sets each time. I tried doing jump squats with a 20kg kettlebell, which was a pretty good workout and would've helped even more had I been consistent with them. Carrying the sandbag down the hill and back up isn't so much about upper body strength as it is about getting your legs to take you back up the hill. the cinder block pull was tough too, but not quite as bad as the sandbags.</div>
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2. More running and cardio. I'm curious to see how someone with a very heavy cardio routine would do in the Spartan (and I'm not being a smart alec here). I think there was about 300m of actual flat course, so I'd like to see if all the spin class/body pump/ marathon training would really help. I'm going to try more hill sprints, cross-country running, running/burpee combos (run a lap, do some burpees, run another lap, do more burpees, etc.). It'll help my endurance, plus it might ease my conscience slightly over the outstanding IOU's I have on those 60 burpees. I need to make hills my friend because I hear the Kalispell Sprint has more hills (and is about a mile longer) than the Calgary Sprint.</div>
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3. Upper body. Pull-ups are my kryptonite and I need to get better in this area. The wall climb, rope climb, and scaling the wall, would've been easier with more (okay, any) pull-up ability. If you have access to a rope climb, take full advantage of it.<br />
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So, there it is. Despite all my grumblings at the time, I did enjoy myself. And I eventually took off the medal too. I seriously contemplated leaving it on... forever. I just turned 40, and this is the first medal I've ever received for anything sports-related. Participation ribbons in Jr. High track don't count. I did something I never thought I could do and I went past what I thought were my limits. Now I'm actually planning to run. I've signed up for the Resolution Run 5K in Lethbridge on New Year's Eve. I'm taking training more seriously. I even started drinking water (anyone who really knows me just gasped in shock).<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-66946842183749161762013-04-24T23:14:00.000-06:002013-05-03T10:43:05.148-06:00Time To Get Serious<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okay, so last month I signed up for the <a href="http://www.spartanrace.com/" target="_blank">Spartan Race</a> in <a href="http://www.spartanrace.com/calgary-obstacle-racing-spartan-sprint-2013.html" target="_blank">Calgary</a>. What is the Spartan Race? This one is 5km (3 miles) with around 12-15 obstacles. Not the "watch out, this spot of ground is uneven" kind either. Watch the video on the home page for a better idea. You watched the video? You're wondering what breed of insanity possessed me to get me to sign up? I blame Jesse, he made it sound like a good idea. </div>
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So far, I'd have to say my training has been sporadic at best. I can't seem to get my sorry butt on the treadmill to get in some running. And let's be clear here... it's not like I was at one point a diligent runner who is now getting back on the horse. Running and I have never really seen eye to eye. If you see me running, there's a good chance there's a sale on ice cream in the immediate vicinity. Of the 3 miles, right now I can do one lap (1/4 mile) before cursing whoever first decided to start running recreationally. Seriously, what was he thinking?? That's also the point where I start to feel like I'm running in Ronald McDonald shoes and I just hope that when someone eventually finds my body I've managed to fall in a somewhat dignified pose. The reality is more along the lines of the CSI team coming in to see the treadmill was set to 2, then trying to look professional as they laugh themselves to tears. We'll see who's laughing as they try to draw the chalk outline on the treadmill while it's still running... </div>
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The strength training part is easier to get behind. I take my kettlebell with me on the road so I can workout in my hotel room. Truth be told, I spend too much time in the mirror amazed that I can actually see my own triceps (it's still a novelty for me, I'm fairly sure I didn't actually have any until just recently).</div>
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There are 16 weeks (and 2 days) left until race day (Aug 17), which means I need to consistently put out some miles on the treadmill each week or they'll be carting my sorry carcass off the course while some poor EMT trainee is trying to figure out how to use the field defibrillators. In his defense, that flatline beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep sound has to be distracting. </div>
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So, my plan is to help push myself a bit by reporting in regularly each week on how many miles I've completed while making sure I keep up with the strength training portion. I do 30 minutes on the treadmill and try to get a bit farther than I did last time (which is about 2 miles) with the intent of working my way up to actually running for the whole 30 minutes. </div>
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Okay, let's be honest. When I say "I do 30 minutes", what I mean is "the two times I've actually used the treadmill since January, I did it for 30 minutes." Right now it's called "Run for 1 minute, walking recovery for 9. Repeat." I think that would make for a very successful fitness program, don't you? Not the kind you'd see in the health club. No, this beauty would be reserved for the late-night infomercials. I figure if people buy into the idea that Zumba will give you chiseled abs and pecs that could deflect bullets, then this will be a huge hit. I just need to find some guy with arms the size of my thighs and 2% body fat to endorse it and I'll be rolling in the royalties.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-74862943034877325342013-03-17T08:07:00.000-06:002013-03-17T08:07:00.500-06:00Strange Conversations<div style="text-align: justify;">
If you've read any of my posts here, you've probably determined I have a very odd sense of humor sometimes. The weirdest things will just hit me as being funny, and the people around me don't seem to find it as amusing as I did. I don't know if I should feel pride or remorse, but it seems I have passed that on to some of my children.</div>
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The other night, Terina asked for an example of a prison sentence. I'm not sure what was going on in her mind at the time, but just as I was about to answer I saw the all-to-familiar look on her face of "I should've rephrased that, because now he's going to say something goofy..." </div>
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The first thing that popped into my mind was, "Don't drop the soap." I thought that was better than trying to explain, "Aghhhh, I've been shivved!"</div>
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The fact she knew that's where I was going with it gave me a small sense of hope. Now, any time a prison sentence comes up, she starts giggling like a crazy person. My work here is done :)</div>
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Are you or a family member new to the world of Facebook? Or maybe you’ve been on for a while but haven’t taken the time to really familiarize yourself with the ins and outs of Facebook. To make your life easier, and to keep you from annoying all your Facebook friends, I’ve put together a short test to see if you really should be on Facebook. If I had the power, I’d make this mandatory before anyone could get an account.</div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">If you <i>don't </i>know her (or the author of the specific poll you're answering), <b><u>WHY</u></b> do you respond? It can't be that you want someone who isn't even your friend to keep you on her friends list. Think about it people, you're telling someone you don't know not to unfriend you, which she can't do anyway because you're not even on her list.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">Do you hope that your current friends will see this and not unfriend you? I can't speak for all your friends, but that's not what goes through my head when I see people respond to these. Is your current relationship with those on your friends list so fragile you feel this will save it? Instead, why not try doing things like, oh... I don't know... contacting them? Post on their wall. Send messages. See how they are doing. </span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">Let's say, for the sake of argument, she <i>was </i>on your friends list. If this is the criteria on which she bases her friends list membership, is it a big loss if she drops you? This is right up there with vaguebooking and the "I'm going to post a self-depreciating status so everyone can tell me how great I am" posts. </span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">8,191 followers. Seriously?? It's <i>that</i> interesting you want to see how it turns out? "<i>I've never really liked Carol, so I want to see how many of her friends want to stay</i>" You have a pool going at work and you've got $10 riding on "I LIKE TURTLES" to come in the top 5?</span></li>
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<b>Aug 29, 2011</b> - After a great get-away to Kalispell with Dawn and our dear friends, I'm back in the kettlebell saddle and on a workout program with my very own 12kg bell (26.4lb). Jesse swings around 20kg and 24kg bells like they were made of styrofoam and I'm struggling with the 12kg.</div>
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A couple of weeks ago, two people I trust asked me if I was working out (if I didn't trust them, I would've dismissed their comments). My first thought was, "<i>How scrawny was I before???</i>" I really don't see a difference in myself yet, and believe me, I'm looking. I don't think there's a guy alive who doesn't flex in front of the mirror. I <i>feel</i> different; I'm usually more positive when I'm working out regularly and I feel better physically and mentally. But (to me anyway) I don't <i>look</i> different. </div>
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Anyhow... I think the post-workout sweating has almost stopped (although my arms are still quivering . The good news is I didn't need oxygen after this workout!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-5866970129748450792012-06-25T07:39:00.000-06:002012-06-25T09:50:36.207-06:00Grandpa's Funeral<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Aunt Vada told me on Sunday night that I wasn't allowed to make anyone cry. I'm happy to say I made it through my talk without tears (I didn't make it through DeVon's or Brandon's talks though), and I don't think I made anyone else cry either. I turned out that most of the talk I prepared was for my own benefit. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-13977598801291455342012-02-21T07:25:00.000-07:002012-02-21T07:25:03.082-07:00I Don't Always Workout...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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This is why I'll never be on the motivational speaking circuit. So as a favor to everyone, I'll spare you the details and disturbing mental images of my occasional brushes with fitness. It turns out, walking through the exercise room doesn't count as regular physical activity.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-90254981684814839392012-01-04T22:38:00.000-07:002012-01-05T16:06:55.226-07:00Adventures in Ikea<div style="text-align: justify;">
My sister gave me a shopping list (and money to go with it) for a few simple items she wanted from Ikea. Since I would be in Calgary and Edmonton this week (both have large Ikea stores), I figured it wouldn't be a problem. After all, how hard could it be to pick up a chandelier, 4 packs of plastic cups, and a swing? Clearly, it's been a while since my last trip to Ikea.<br />
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Remember the scene in Harry Potter where they set up the small tent and everyone goes inside to find a spacious, nearly palatial, setup with multiple rooms? That's what Ikea seems like to me. It might look large on the outside, but it's much bigger on the inside. The only thing worse than trying to assemble Ikea furniture and deciphering the instructions is trying to navigate through the store. Theseus had an easier time finding his way through the Labyrinth at Crete.<br />
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I start out on the second floor because I vaguely remember the kids' stuff being up there, somewhere. In retrospect, I should've seen warning signs in the number of bewildered looks from people wandering around against the flow of traffic indicated by the not-so-helpful blue arrows on the floor. I think the staff sit around at the company Christmas party and watch the store security videos to laugh at everyone wandering around lost.<br />
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So I still have to find a swing and a chandelier. There's no point in asking staff for directions. The only Swedish I know was gleaned from watching the Swedish Chef, which is less helpful than you might think ("<em>Weer de hellen es der wayen ooten?</em>").<br />
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Do you know what they installed before you get to the checkouts? Touch-screen terminals where you can search the catalog and the computer will tell you where the item is located. Do you know where this sort of information would be helpful? At the FRIKKIN ENTRANCE!! Turns out, the swings are in the kids' section, which means I have to go back upstairs. Oh, joy.<br />
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So, back through the fire swamp, past the lightning sand, and just after the flame spurts there is the kids' section. Where are the swings? On the wall beside the stupid plastic cups. I was going to use my phone to send a photo to my sister to see if this was the kind she wanted, but there's no signal. If you see a group of women gathered around in Ikea, there's probably a really good deal on something. If you see a group of men gathered together, there's a strong possibility they've found a small hole in the store's shielding where they can get faint signals on their smartphones. "<em>If we only had a Heisenberg compensator, we could remodulate the phone frequency to intermittently fluctuate the signal in order to bypass the dampening field from the shield generators</em>."<br />
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So, if by some miracle this gets uploaded, it means I must've found enough of a signal to contact the outside world again. Tell my family I love them and I miss them terribly. I'd ask for someone to come find me, but I don't want anyone else to be lost on my account...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-21663681474915923112011-12-17T09:19:00.000-07:002012-01-06T20:10:52.356-07:00A Small Serving...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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It all started when I saw the video from Jon Schmidt and Steven Sharp Nelson posted on facebook. I've said it before, I'm a sucker for a good piano, and this is some <i><b>good</b></i> piano with excellent cello accompaniment. And then when Jon's daughter Sarah comes out and sings at the end... wow, let the melting begin.</div>
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So, it is with no small amount of reluctance I am compelled to admit that is a good song. At the same time, I'm going on record to say it bears very little resemblance to country music, so I may get to have a little gravy along with my side of crow (everything is better with gravy). The instrumental version was moving by itself, but Faith's vocals and the lyrics really did it for me. It met all my criteria: good voice (<i>check</i>), non-objectionable lyrics (<i>check</i>), moving music &/or message (<i>check</i>, and <i>check</i>), complete absence of warbling or twang (<i>check</i>).<br />
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Don't get too excited though, I'm not ready to consider the possibility that there may be other country songs worth hearing...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-57112039132895104412011-12-15T06:37:00.000-07:002011-12-15T07:05:46.682-07:00A(nother) Pet PeeveLet me start off with a song written and performed by Bowser and Blue:<br />
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Yup, that pretty much sums it up... It's <strong><u>Christ</u></strong>mas, not Xmas. It wasn't a mas and then you broke up with it. It really cooks my goose when I see people doing it who know better. Are you lazy? Or just afraid to call it Christmas? Facebook doesn't charge by the letter, you have the room to spell the whole word... Just sayin'Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-50900546732456923302011-12-10T21:41:00.000-07:002011-12-10T21:41:00.369-07:00Good Times<div style="text-align: justify;">
I got to spend my week in La Crete helping set up the computer systems for the new Subway opening up on Monday. Monday consisted of a flight from Lethbridge to Calgary to Grande Prairie, and then a 7hr+ drive north to La Crete. I came within 190km of the Northwest Territories. That's as far north as I've ever been, or ever wanted to be, in my life. North is not usually my friend. North is cold. I don't like cold. I like south. Arizona is south. Florida is south. California is south. South is my friend. <br />
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The purple line represents the drive from Grande Prairie to La Crete. It turns out there are flights from Edmonton to High Level, but the $800+ ticket wasn't in my travel budget. And yes, I do have the Lego Store marked on my Google Earth map.<br />
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I was lulled into a sense of false security on Monday, as the weather was 2-5C above zero all the way up, which was warmer than the weather at home. The drive up was rather uneventful, fortunately. It wasn't until High Level that I saw a deer crossing the highway... in the middle of town. The weather dropped to the -25c to -30c range on Tuesday and stayed there until I left early Friday morning. <br />
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Add to that three fun filled days of fighting with computer systems which were <em><strong>supposed</strong></em> to have been updated before they were shipped to the restaurant (sadly, not so much). I guess it was a good thing I spent all day, every day working on the computers because there wasn't really anything else to do in town.</div>
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I left early Friday morning with so I could get to Grande Prairie for my 4:20pm flight and have time for pit stops, meals, poor driving conditions etc. It was all going well until I got to High Level. </div>
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I was making pretty good time when I got to High Level. I had a two and a half hour buffer, which I felt would be enough to handle most scenarios. About 5km south of town, there was a small line forming on the highway for what looked like an accident up ahead (I couldn't see because of the large trucks in front). Three emergency vehicles went by, and so did about 45 minutes. No problem, I still had over an hour. And then one of the highway trucks with the orange flashers started working his way down the line telling everyone it would be about 5-6 hours before the accident would be cleared up. Now that becomes a problem.<br />
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This is the ONLY highway going south from High Level, which seems like a glaring design flaw if you ask me. The "highway guy" told me to go back to High Level, take the highway going east, then go down to Red Earth and come across to Grande Prairie that way. My Garmin didn't want to let me do that, so I went to the Shell station to look at a map. Ummm... turns out Red Earth is a 5hr drive, and Grande Prairie is another 5hrs from there, which means there's no way of making my flight in 8hrs. To rub lemon juice in the paper cut, while I'm standing there looking at the map, the accident was announced over the local radio telling everyone to avoid the highway and there was no detour. Awesome sauce with a side of fries.<br />
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I went out to the car, pulled out my laptop, used my mobile internet stick, rebooked my flights for Saturday and informed Budget I wouldn't have their car back until Saturday morning. Then I waited. And waited. High Level is not a fun place to be stranded for four hours. If you've seen the movie "Trapped in Paradise", first of all I apologize profusely, no one should have to site through that (I still feel bad all these years later for taking a girl to see that movie). Anyhow, Paradise is a larger town than High Level with more to do.<br />
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I had lunch at 11:00, and did the sudoku puzzle on the back of the "Muskeg Buzz" out of sheer boredom. I drove up the highway at noon to see if they had made progress. Nope, still turning people away. So, back to town... I went back to check at 1:00. Nope, still not cleared. <br />
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Wait a minute! The same guy who told me to go to Red Earth is now escorting vehicles onto a side road. I followed the procession down a gravel road, hoping desperately he isn't going home for lunch. The convoy turned onto a small one-lane dirt road which led in behind a loading yard for trains, over the hill, through the woods, and onto the highway on the other side of the accident. Son of a beached whale! All this time and a quick 10 minute detour would've had me back on my way and home in time for bed. Curse you Dodge Avenger for not having a dash-mounted laser!<br />
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Speaking of the Dodge Avenger, I have to say, <i>not</i> my favorite car. If you rev the engine, you can watch the gas gauge go down. It has a combined highway/city mileage rating of 22MPG. Crap on a stick, our V8 Suburban does better than that. And that's what the car is <i>rated</i>, not what it actually gets... And to make things even more fun, because it's a rental, it receives all the loving maintenance of a bludgeoned seal. The girl at the rental desk said "You won't need snow tires, the roads are all clear." Thanks Dead-end Job Barbie, you can guarantee the road conditions between here and the NWT for the week??<br />
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I stopped at a gas station for some travel munchies on the way up on Monday and the "Oil change required" light came on when I started the engine again. That little light on the dash looks <strong><em>nothing</em></strong> like an oil can. It looks like a gravy boat. "<em>Why yes, come to think of it, I could use some gravy. Thank you, thoughtful car, for reminding me</em>."</div>
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One of the families in our ward gave this to us yesterday and I thought it was a great idea...</div>
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Due to the photo quality, you probably can't tell right away what it is. It's an Advent Candle. How cool is that? Every day you burn the candle down to the next line and wait again for the next day. I like this idea a lot better than the candy advent calendars, and not just because I have pyromaniacal tendencies. I may have to try this with a bigger candle :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-63499046472961918392011-11-26T09:11:00.001-07:002011-11-26T09:21:22.652-07:00'Tis the Season...<div style="text-align: justify;">
A friend on facebook posted this video and I had to pass it along. When you see stories like this, it tends to renew your faith in "peace on earth, good will towards men"...</div>
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What's more shocking? The fact she pepper sprayed roughly 20 other shoppers to get an XBox 360 for half-price? Or that other customers were so focused on getting the same deal, this woman managed to take one, pay for it at the register, and leave the store without being apprehended? When she got home, did she include the part about spraying other customers when she tells everyone what a great deal she got? Little Dudley can proudly tell his friends, "My mum sprayed 20 people to get this for me."<br />
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It's time to put up some of my favorite Christmas songs. I'm not going to put them in any specific order because it's hard for me to quantify things I really like. It's like asking me to decide between my favorite foods...</div>
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<b>Were You There - Jon Schmidt</b> </div>
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I'm a Jon Schmidt fan. I'm a sucker for a good piano arrangement, and when you add great vocals I'm hooked. The first time I heard this song was in Grade 11 when our seminary class went carolling to a senior's center and a few of the girls sang this (being 16 at the time, I only <i>really </i>remember one of them, but I'm sure there were others with her). I want my Christmas music to move me, and this song does it every time.</div>
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I have other favorites, but I keep getting sidetracked on YouTube. Maybe I'll post a follow-up if I manage to find more without being distracted...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-67733909523161114402011-11-20T11:43:00.001-07:002011-11-20T14:21:47.834-07:00My Top 10 Least Favorite Christmas Songs<div style="text-align: justify;">
I figure if the Christmas tree is up already, it must be safe to do a Christmas post. I got in trouble last year for not having a Christmas post, so this year I'll do a couple extra to make up for it. I'm going to start with my Top 10 absolute least favorite "Christmas" songs of all time. Let me first start off with a disclaimer; there is probably a better-than-even chance I'll end up listing one or more of your favorites, so as delicately as I can say it, I extend to you a heart-felt "Get over it!"</div>
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Every year I dread the Christmas productions, school plays, etc. because the music really annoys me. And for the record, putting the word "Christmas" into the lyrics doesn't necessarily make it a Christmas song. I submit George Michael's "Last Christmas" (and all subsequent covers/remixes) as Exhibit A.</div>
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Granted, I'm not a country music fan to begin with, but they could be singing Handel's Messiah and it would still make me want to stick my head in the oven and crank it up. The warbling, the country twang (which is <i>SO</i> endearing at the best of times)... it's just too much for me.</div>
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For a song which so repeatedly mentions Christmas, this one really has nothing to do with it. I side with <i>The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes</i> on this one when they wrote, "that the[se] lines survive today... [is] an irreligious travesty."</div>
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Do you know why this traditional Christmas song has no mention of Christmas at all in any of its five verses? Because it was originally written for <b>Thanksgiving</b>. A minister named James Pierpoint wrote the song in 1857 for the children in his Boston Sunday School's Thanksgiving celebration. Let's give this one back to Thanksgiving, shall we? Granted, it has as much to do with Thanksgiving as it does with Christmas.</div>
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An American advertising executive wrote a poem for the department store Santa to give away to kids in the mid- to late 1940's. It turned out to be a big success and was later put to music and recorded by Gene Autry. It mentions Christmas Eve, but somehow singing about a picked-on mutant reindeer doesn't put me in the Christmas spirit.</div>
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I challenge anyone to tell me why this should be a Christmas song. Go ahead... I dare you. This one was actually written after the success of Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer, trying to cash in on some of Rudolf's popularity. Sadly, it worked and now we have intentionally commercialized "Christmas" songs which have nothing to do with Christmas.</div>
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This one probably bugs me the most, as it combines my hatred of winter with my contempt for non-Christmas Christmas songs. Why is it even considered a Christmas song? It talks about snow, building snowmen, and freezing your nose. What does that have to do with Christmas?! Freezing my nose (or anything else) doesn't put me in the Christmas spirit. I'd be ecstatic with the opportunity to celebrate Christmas in a warmer climate.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-71636959055415737742011-10-11T21:24:00.000-06:002011-10-12T21:35:49.425-06:00You're Kidding, Right?<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Me: "Can you please send down an ironing board?"</div>
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New Guy: "Certainly, I'll send one right away." and he hangs up, I think it's settled and return to my morning routine (mostly email, with a little Facebook thrown in). Had this been the usual front desk staff, the story would've ended here. But no...</div>
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NG: "Did you check in the closet for the ironing board?" I heard you the first time, I just wanted to make sure you really thought I was <em>that</em> dumb.</div>
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Me: "Yes. I checked in the closet for the ironing board." This isn't my first trip to the circus, Skippy. I've stayed in my fair share of hotel rooms. Know what they <u>ALL</u> have had in common so far? The frikkin ironing board has been in the frikkin closet! Now I'm curious to know where you <em>think</em> I was looking. If Rhys had been looking, the ironing board could've been in the middle of the room wearing a pink tutu doing Lord of the Dance and he would've missed it. Granted, I can't always find what Dawn sends me into the pantry to retrieve, but I am very confident in my ability to find an ironing board in a hotel room.</div>
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When he came to the door with the ironing board, he was trying to inconspicuously scan the room to see if I had already found the elusive board which should've already been in my room. He's lucky I didn't smack him with the board he dropped off...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-74758634668392789822011-10-08T17:46:00.000-06:002011-10-08T17:46:36.748-06:006 Weeks LaterI made it! I finished my 6-week kettlebell program, the first time in my life I've ever done a 6-week <i><b>anything</b></i> program. Feels good :)<br />
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Over the past six weeks, I moved up from the 12kg to the 16kg kettlebell (and could probably almost move up to the 20kg bell in some areas), lost 1/2" on my waist, gained 1/2" on my chest and arms, and lost 0.8lbs.<br />
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<b>What worked</b>:<br />
-Having a target each week for the workouts, even if they sometimes seem designed to kill me.<br />
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-Learning I can actually workout in the evening. It gives me time to talk myself <i>back </i>into exercising, when I wake up in the morning I don't often feel like working out.<br />
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-For tracking purposes, I'm going to work on 4-week increments rather than 6-weeks. It's easier to fit everything in on paper...<br />
-Add more cardio exercise to the routine. I need to spend more quality time with the treadmill or the exercise bike on my "off days"<br />
-Do more of what Jesse calls "<a href="http://www.corekettlebell.com/home/2011/10/5/who-doesnt-have-17-minutes-to-workout.html" target="_blank">complexes</a>". Not sure how I'm going to fit those in just yet, but I'll work on it. I need to have more of the "praying for death" exercise days<br />
-Be more conscious about what I eat. Let's face it, I'm never going to be a health-food nut. Part of my motivation to exercise is to allow me the joys of indulging in my love of ice cream without any of the associated guilt. But I don't have to make that a meal, if I keep it as a dessert where it belongs I don't see a problem. I can make healthier choices for meals, but the train isn't going to jump the track if I occasionally grab a less-than-healthy meal on the road.<br />
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<b>What I've noticed in myself:</b><br />
-I'm generally in a better mood<br />
-My recovery time from my quarterly cold/sinus congestion has decreased significantly<br />
-I have to say I've noticed my food cravings have started to change, I don't always default to the burgers any more. I'm trying to drink juice more often than I drink pop. I'm not going to say I'm not going to drink pop any more because I'm not ready for that step, but I am consciously cutting back.<br />
-There is a noticeable difference when I do things like help people move. Hauling freezers and couches is a bit easier than it used to be.<br />
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Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some <a href="http://gwhamon.blogspot.com/2011/02/bet-you-cant-eat-just-one.html" target="_blank">Lego</a> to build :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-83468832305869446572011-09-19T19:00:00.000-06:002011-09-19T19:00:55.878-06:00You're Too KindBackstory: Back in June, we decided we were going to pay off as many of our credit cards as we could, starting with the retail cards. I got my statement for the Best Buy card and then called the customer support line to confirm the amount before I closed the account. They said yes, that was the correct amount so that's how much I paid...<br />
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Fast-forward... I got a statement in the mail saying I owed $1.24 on my Best Buy card. So I phoned in this evening to talk to someone about it. I think "Customer Service" is sometimes a misnomer, "Condescending Line" is more accurate.<br />
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Me: "I would like to know why I'm being charged $1.24 after I confirmed the amount to be paid, and then paid that amount on the same day."<br />
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Captain Condescending: "<i>Well...</i>" (oh, this is starting off on the right foot already) "... <i>they wouldn't say that is the amount to pay because interest is calculated daily</i>."<br />
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Me: "Yes, he <u>did</u> say that. I told him I'd like to close my account and asked how much I needed to pay. He told me the amount and that's what I paid."<br />
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CC: "<i>Let me explain it to you so you will understand...</i>" (Let <i>me </i>show <i>you </i>the inside of your lip) "<i>...we calculate the interest on a daily basis...</i>" (yes, you mentioned that, Sparky. It's not a difficult concept to grasp) "<i>...so between your statement date and your payment date, you accrued $1.24 in interest.</i>"<br />
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Me: "So, the person I talked to didn't know the interest would be accrued?? He couldn't just tell me I needed to add $1.24 to the balance?"<br />
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CC: I can hear him rolling his eyes... "<i>What I'll do is I will reverse the $1.24 from your account so we can stay on positive terms</i>..." You are too good to me. What's your name so I can plant a tree in your honor. Maybe I could even write you into my will. What is the appropriate level of grovelling and showering of appreciation for clearing off my entire outstanding balance? I don't want to seem ungrateful to such a generous benefactor.<br />
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Part of me wanted to see this go to collections because I'm sure it would've cost them way more than $1.24 to come after me. They have already spent more in postage sending me account statements than what I owed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-18291161601484095022011-09-18T07:48:00.000-06:002011-09-18T10:57:05.337-06:00Startling Revelations...<div style="text-align: justify;">
Remember back in March when I had my first go-round with <a href="http://gwhamon.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-kettlebell-workout.html" target="_blank"><strong>kettlebells</strong></a>? It took a while, but I got back in the saddle. This time with a 12kg kettlebell (26.4lb for my American friends) and a program put together by <a href="http://www.corekettlebell.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Jesse</strong></a>. And I have to say this time is working out MUCH better. <br />
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So, what have I learned so far?<br />
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1. "I haven't" is <strong><u>not</u></strong> synonymous with "I can't"<br />
For years, I thought these two were interchangeable. Turns out, not so much. I thought because I hadn't been able to follow an exercise plan, somehow maybe I couldn't. For the first time ever in my life, I can say "I'm on the third week of the program." Next week I'll be saying "I'm on week #4", and so on. And soon, I'll lose count because it's just a part of my lifestyle and not an exercise program.<br />
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2. "I can't <em>now</em>" doesn't mean "I never will"<br />
Three weeks ago, if someone had asked me, "Do you think you'll be able to do a 24kg snatch?" I would've said something like, "Are you crazy??" Yesterday Jesse figured it was time I graduated to the 16kg (35.2lb) bell. Once I had done a few exercises, he said "OK". Let me jump in here and explain... When Jesse says "OK", it means "You think you're done, but now I'm going to make you do more." Sometimes it sounds remarkably like, "Let's see if this kills you." <br />
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He brought out a 20kg (44lb) and had me do a few more snatches. Then he said "OK" again and brought out the 24kg (52.8lb) and had me do a few more snatches. For those not familiar with snatches, here's a short video:</div>
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Yeah, doing <em>those</em> with 24kg. Sure, he makes it <em>look</em> easy, but it isn't. Didn't see that happening any time in my near future, but I did it (only twice on each arm, but it still counts). <br />
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3. I actually <em>enjoy</em> workouts. <br />
Really! Last week was probably the most hectic I've had in a long time, and Wednesday was the worst of the week. I spent most of the day holding onto the thought that if I just get through, I can go back to the hotel room and do my workout. I stumbled in after a 14hr+ work day and did my exercises and it felt great.<br />
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4. It's not about the pounds or inches anymore<br />
When I started three weeks ago, I took my measurements and weighed myself so I could see how far I have come when I reach week 6. Now, those week 6 numbers are more of a curiosity than a goal. I don't care if nothing has changed on paper because everything has changed in my head. I <em>feel</em> so much better, I'll keep going regardless of what the scale or measuring tape have to say. They don't get to vote anymore...</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-84676836574083588272011-09-06T21:32:00.000-06:002011-09-06T21:32:14.219-06:00Here's Yer Sign...<div style="text-align: justify;">
I got the chance to do some shopping for electronics today picking up some equipment for a couple of new hires at work. I enjoy shopping for electronics, especially when I get to do it on the company credit card. I was in one of the London Drugs in Calgary looking for a portable printer. It was the middle of the afternoon, so the computer department was relatively slow. There were two staff in computers at the time, one a seasoned vet and the other a new trainee. The new staff was following the other staff around the department like a lost puppy. I had to chuckle a bit to myself because I remember well my own days as a green trainee following Scott Bogdan around the Lethbridge London Drugs computer department... <br />
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Anyhow, I made the mistake of asking the poor greenie if the HP 100 was the replacement for the 470. He looked at me in a small panic before checking with the seasoned veteran. I put the two printer boxes on the counter so he could ring them in (after he figured out what to scan). As he's ringing them up he asked, "What are you going to use them for?" <br />
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What I actually said was, "for mobile printing". What I was <em>thinking</em> was, "I thought I'd try them out as planters for the front porch." <br />
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Runners-up included:<br />
"I'm not going to use the printers, I just need the boxes."<br />
"I'm doing some work on my car and need something to block the tires."<br />
"My table is wobbly and these are just the right height to straighten it out."<br />
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If I had asked that question during my training, I'm fairly sure Scott would've smacked me. "They're printers, what do you <i>think</i> he's going to use them for?" </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8609228585175139757.post-24640039248279009632011-08-25T08:16:00.002-06:002011-08-25T08:43:41.629-06:00You Pushed the Wrong Button<div style="text-align: justify;">Aug 12: we went down to Kalispell for the weekend with our friends Barb & Jesse. Left the kids at home and took off, just like the "old days". I had saved up my <a href="http://www.choicehotels.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">hotel points</span></a> to cover the rooms. I made reservations for 2 rooms with queen beds, not a hard concept. When we got there to check in, there was a line-up and the staff at the counter kept announcing there weren't any rooms available without a reservation. Whew, good thing we booked ahead.<br />
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We got to the rooms, and when I got in bed I had to think for a minute. It has been a few months since we replaced our queen bed at home, but I don't remember ever having my feet hang off the end like this. You'd think in all the years of having a queen, I'd notice something like that.<br />
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We got home on Aug 14, I pretty much dropped my bags at the door and went to the computer to register a complaint on the <span style="color: red;">Choice Hotels</span> website. I got the automated "Your request will be researched and you will receive a response from us within 72 hours." The 17th rolled around, then the 18th, and finally on the 19th, I sent an email reminder saying the 72 hours were up.<br />
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Fast forward through two more email reminders, and this morning I figured I'd just phone in and see if anyone could help. The guy on the other end had to look up my reservations, then called the hotel. After listening to the most obnoxious hold message ever (<i>I</i> REALLY <i>don't want to listen to you saying how great you are right now</i>), he came back on and said the hotel confirmed they were queen beds. <b><i>What?!?</i></b> Do your beds have an exchange rate now too?? I'm pretty sure a queen is the same size in the US as it is in Canada. Oh, and the hotel <b>MAILED</b> a letter on the 16th. Not emailed, but the good old-fashioned postal service. In what alternate reality does that qualify as receiving a reply within 72hrs?! It still hasn't arrived yet. What's the frakkin' point of asking how I would like to be contacted if you are going to ignore it anyway and wimp out by sending a letter??<br />
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Senor Helpful was absolutely no help whatsoever and said he couldn't do anything for me. If I wanted any further resolution I would have to talk to the hotel directly. No, I'm not going to talk to the hotel directly. That's a really dumb idea, they can't tell the difference between a queen and a double, how much help do you really think they'll be?? I'll tell you what I <i>will</i> do, however. If you look at my account, you'll see I have spent 40-50+ nights at your hotel chain every year since I joined in 2004 (did I mention it was <span style="color: red;">Choice Hotels</span>?). I'm taking those nights to another hotel which would love to have my business.<br />
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I wasn't even asking for a refund, I probably would've been happy with an acknowledgement there had been an error and an apology. But if this is how concerns are handled, you'll never see me walk through your doors again. It's time for me to start seeing other hotels. It's not me, it's you.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299511097168246014noreply@blogger.com0