So for two weeks now, I’ve been trying to figure out what (or how) I want to write about my move down south. I’ve been trying to keep my camera ready for a picture to showcase “The South” or something that would be semi-entertaining and humorous. However, it’s been two weeks and although I do have PLENTY of pictures from my experiences so far, I haven’t been able to find a picture that says “Mississippi”. I’ve got pictures of public transportation in Hattiesburg, funny t-shirts, food, my collection of coffee mugs from Southbound Bagels…and I’ve sent many of you these pictures. But those pictures just capture a moment and don’t share my feelings or even anything outside that moment. And no matter how well I explain the picture I put on Facebook or MMS someone, you interpret it different than I actually experienced it. I have always thought that pictures can be beautiful and give a glimpse into a moment someone attempted to capture and share. And so when I went through the 300+ picture I’ve taken so far in the past two weeks, I realized none of them did justice to encompass ALL of what I’ve experienced. And digging through all the pictures led me back to the VERY first picture I took when coming down the highway to Hattiesburg. I took this picture because I was scared, excited and curious. Hattiesburg, Next Right…? I saw the sign as a question, not a statement. And that question evoked those feelings inside me. And what I’ve started to realize is pictures don’t just show something pretty or rare…they show feelings. Pictures are capable of pulling feelings from you that are possibly what the photographer felt. When you see that sign, you might not feel scared, but maybe you’re curious, like I was and like I still am. The picture I shared is nothing spectacular, but it gives me the opportunity to share my feelings with you, and allow you to see more than just a moment of my life. Mississippi is great, I enjoy it…so far. Of course the first thing I noticed that was great is the food. I love the fact I can get sweet tea at every corner and can speed up the progression of diabetes, ha. Next it without a doubt the hospitality that is delivered to me, from everyone. People are friendly, and actually mean it when they say “how are you doing”…now, I could see how people “caring” so much it could eventually become intrusive, but for now, I’ll enjoy it. I think I need to buy a motorcycle.

So for two weeks now, I’ve been trying to figure out what (or how) I want to write about my move down south. I’ve been trying to keep my camera ready for a picture to showcase “The South” or something that would be semi-entertaining and humorous.

However, it’s been two weeks and although I do have PLENTY of pictures from my experiences so far, I haven’t been able to find a picture that says “Mississippi”.

I’ve got pictures of public transportation in Hattiesburg, funny t-shirts, food, my collection of coffee mugs from Southbound Bagels…and I’ve sent many of you these pictures. But those pictures just capture a moment and don’t share my feelings or even anything outside that moment. And no matter how well I explain the picture I put on Facebook or MMS someone, you interpret it different than I actually experienced it.

I have always thought that pictures can be beautiful and give a glimpse into a moment someone attempted to capture and share. And so when I went through the 300+ picture I’ve taken so far in the past two weeks, I realized none of them did justice to encompass ALL of what I’ve experienced. And digging through all the pictures led me back to the VERY first picture I took when coming down the highway to Hattiesburg.

I took this picture because I was scared, excited and curious. Hattiesburg, Next Right…? I saw the sign as a question, not a statement. And that question evoked those feelings inside me.

And what I’ve started to realize is pictures don’t just show something pretty or rare…they show feelings. Pictures are capable of pulling feelings from you that are possibly what the photographer felt.

When you see that sign, you might not feel scared, but maybe you’re curious, like I was and like I still am. The picture I shared is nothing spectacular, but it gives me the opportunity to share my feelings with you, and allow you to see more than just a moment of my life.

Mississippi is great, I enjoy it…so far. Of course the first thing I noticed that was great is the food. I love the fact I can get sweet tea at every corner and can speed up the progression of diabetes, ha. Next it without a doubt the hospitality that is delivered to me, from everyone. People are friendly, and actually mean it when they say “how are you doing”…now, I could see how people “caring” so much it could eventually become intrusive, but for now, I’ll enjoy it.

I think I need to buy a motorcycle.

College…a word nearly every person is aware of or familiar with. Not everyone has gone to college, and those who have spent time at college or attained a degree from a college/university, don’t always recognize what I’m about to share with you. Something to consider, throughout this entire post, I will use the terms “college” and “university”. Regardless of their literal definition, they will mean the same throughout my story. College is about balance. More importantly, personal balance, (as so creatively shown in my picture). If you enter college right out of high school, you’re more than likely 18 years old. You don’t know who you are or what type of person you’re going to become. I know what you’re thinking, and yes, there are a few weirdos who grew-up knowing they wanted to be a scientist. And today after college, they are in fact a scientist —- this post isn’t about those freaks :) College attempts to teach you more information than you’ve come across in your entire life. It pushes you to understand YOUR personal boundaries and strengths, while educating you about historical and modern events. The conflicting issue so many people run across, is while college is attempting to test their boundaries, the individual is also testing their personal boundaries. Young students often put themselves through terrible sleeping habits, eating regiments and substance abuse — all while, their professors are attempting to teach them the true meaning of Shakespeare. Your body can’t handle it… You need to find the middle ground, you need to learn how to moderate…and this is what college teaches you. Moderation and maturity. I feel as though more often than not…someone goes to college and attains a degree in English and winds up becoming a Sales Rep at a mid-level paper company in Scranton, PA. I’m joking, but serious. College isn’t so much about math formulas or scientific theories. College is about teaching, no…training your mind how to think differently. In order to successfully complete college, you need to mature - both mentally and emotionally. Sure, some of the information you learn in college will come in handy throughout your life, but for the most part you’ll never use it again. For instance, let’s say you receive a degree in some level of science. No matter where you go or what job you get - the company is always going to teach you their way of doing things — however your professor taught you, means crap…understand? Good. Maybe when you were in college, learning a certain math formula was very difficult for you…more than likely, you will never come across that formula again, unless you have dinner with Stephen Hawkings. But what will come in handy is the way you forced your mind to understand that formula. In order for you to have a successful grasp on that formula, you needed to think in a different manner - approach the problem/issue from a different perspective. And this is what you’ll use in the future…that way of thinking. Your balance and maturity come into play because you need to recognize…hmmm, I can’t go out all night and actually complete this project. Well in adult world that means…hmmm, I can’t go home early to watch Grey’s Anatomy, I’ve got to stay late tonight and bust this out. Companies love schools like MIT, because they push their students to think different and approach situations from uncomfortable/unfamiliar ways…because guess what?!? When they do this…they learn how to solve a problem in ANOTHER way and a company views that as being twice as valuable. BTW, MIT was just an example there are a plethora of universities that push their students in the same manner - MIT is just one of the more notorious. So this is something I just thought about while I was riding the bus and thought I’d throw it together. It’s sloppy, and is an awful example of my grasp on English grammar…but I don’t care. Because this blog to me isn’t about being perfect and teaching you anything — it’s about sharing my thoughts and maybe presenting them in an idea you never thought of before. Hey, does that mean in some sort of delirious way…I’m a college - by my definition. Eh, what do I know…I’m just a college graduate.

College…a word nearly every person is aware of or familiar with. Not everyone has gone to college, and those who have spent time at college or attained a degree from a college/university, don’t always recognize what I’m about to share with you.

Something to consider, throughout this entire post, I will use the terms “college” and “university”. Regardless of their literal definition, they will mean the same throughout my story.

College is about balance. More importantly, personal balance, (as so creatively shown in my picture).

If you enter college right out of high school, you’re more than likely 18 years old. You don’t know who you are or what type of person you’re going to become. I know what you’re thinking, and yes, there are a few weirdos who grew-up knowing they wanted to be a scientist. And today after college, they are in fact a scientist —- this post isn’t about those freaks :)

College attempts to teach you more information than you’ve come across in your entire life. It pushes you to understand YOUR personal boundaries and strengths, while educating you about historical and modern events.

The conflicting issue so many people run across, is while college is attempting to test their boundaries, the individual is also testing their personal boundaries. Young students often put themselves through terrible sleeping habits, eating regiments and substance abuse — all while, their professors are attempting to teach them the true meaning of Shakespeare. Your body can’t handle it…

You need to find the middle ground, you need to learn how to moderate…and this is what college teaches you. Moderation and maturity.

I feel as though more often than not…someone goes to college and attains a degree in English and winds up becoming a Sales Rep at a mid-level paper company in Scranton, PA. I’m joking, but serious.

College isn’t so much about math formulas or scientific theories. College is about teaching, no…training your mind how to think differently. In order to successfully complete college, you need to mature - both mentally and emotionally.

Sure, some of the information you learn in college will come in handy throughout your life, but for the most part you’ll never use it again. For instance, let’s say you receive a degree in some level of science. No matter where you go or what job you get - the company is always going to teach you their way of doing things — however your professor taught you, means crap…understand? Good.

Maybe when you were in college, learning a certain math formula was very difficult for you…more than likely, you will never come across that formula again, unless you have dinner with Stephen Hawkings. But what will come in handy is the way you forced your mind to understand that formula. In order for you to have a successful grasp on that formula, you needed to think in a different manner - approach the problem/issue from a different perspective. And this is what you’ll use in the future…that way of thinking.

Your balance and maturity come into play because you need to recognize…hmmm, I can’t go out all night and actually complete this project. Well in adult world that means…hmmm, I can’t go home early to watch Grey’s Anatomy, I’ve got to stay late tonight and bust this out.

Companies love schools like MIT, because they push their students to think different and approach situations from uncomfortable/unfamiliar ways…because guess what?!? When they do this…they learn how to solve a problem in ANOTHER way and a company views that as being twice as valuable. BTW, MIT was just an example there are a plethora of universities that push their students in the same manner - MIT is just one of the more notorious.

So this is something I just thought about while I was riding the bus and thought I’d throw it together. It’s sloppy, and is an awful example of my grasp on English grammar…but I don’t care.

Because this blog to me isn’t about being perfect and teaching you anything — it’s about sharing my thoughts and maybe presenting them in an idea you never thought of before. Hey, does that mean in some sort of delirious way…I’m a college - by my definition.

Eh, what do I know…I’m just a college graduate.

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At most bus stops, I feel pretty relaxed - no pressure to hurry up and get a seat on the bus. But the times I ride one specific bus (that shall remain nameless) a different feeling comes over me. I am usually one of the first people at the stop…I guess just due to the timing of my schedule. This is sometimes a frightening feeling, “did I just miss the bus”, “is this bus not running today”, etc. Well today I started to dissect something… As I stand and wait for the bus to arrive, I watch as other people gather around me, like animals beginning to circle a piece of meat they plan to attack. But this piece of meat, is the bus. And the animal who enters first, wins. They don’t win anything really - maybe a better seat or maybe a chance to sit-down first…but that’s nothing to fight over, is it? I understand there is normally never a fight to enter the bus, but the tension is so thick you could batter a chicken leg in it, on it’s way to the oil. The confusing issue is why people feel the need to be first or even, why they think they deserve to be first. At the bus stop, you create a line, unorganized as it might be, it’s still a line…a plan of attack, if you will. Yet, depending on the amount of people waiting for the bus to arrive - there are always a few people who clearly cut and push you out of the way to enter before you. Is it a subconscious fear the bus will drive off without them? Am I the only person who has noticed this? I guess this was more of one giant question than an actual opinion or thought — but it has perplexed me for the past four years. Soon I won’t need to worry about who gets on the bus first. Instead, I’ll need to worry about which car goes first at the four-way stop. Also, as I’m writing this - I just happened to look out the window of the bus and noticed the person in the car next to us just cracked open a 40oz…Chicago, you never cease to amaze me.

At most bus stops, I feel pretty relaxed - no pressure to hurry up and get a seat on the bus. But the times I ride one specific bus (that shall remain nameless) a different feeling comes over me.

I am usually one of the first people at the stop…I guess just due to the timing of my schedule. This is sometimes a frightening feeling, “did I just miss the bus”, “is this bus not running today”, etc. Well today I started to dissect something…

As I stand and wait for the bus to arrive, I watch as other people gather around me, like animals beginning to circle a piece of meat they plan to attack. But this piece of meat, is the bus. And the animal who enters first, wins.

They don’t win anything really - maybe a better seat or maybe a chance to sit-down first…but that’s nothing to fight over, is it? I understand there is normally never a fight to enter the bus, but the tension is so thick you could batter a chicken leg in it, on it’s way to the oil.

The confusing issue is why people feel the need to be first or even, why they think they deserve to be first. At the bus stop, you create a line, unorganized as it might be, it’s still a line…a plan of attack, if you will. Yet, depending on the amount of people waiting for the bus to arrive - there are always a few people who clearly cut and push you out of the way to enter before you. Is it a subconscious fear the bus will drive off without them? Am I the only person who has noticed this?

I guess this was more of one giant question than an actual opinion or thought — but it has perplexed me for the past four years.

Soon I won’t need to worry about who gets on the bus first. Instead, I’ll need to worry about which car goes first at the four-way stop.

Also, as I’m writing this - I just happened to look out the window of the bus and noticed the person in the car next to us just cracked open a 40oz…Chicago, you never cease to amaze me.

Now I know what you’re saying, “great a jar of pickles, what does he have to complain about now” … well my friends, the answer is nothing. This holiday weekend I was shopping through my local Whole Foods on Roosevelt and stumbled across this simply designed jar of McClure’s Pickles. A few months ago I was watching the Food Network and happened to come across a story about a man who left his corporate, educated life and start his own pickle business. I’m not quite sure on the details of his story, but let’s be honest - the details don’t matter. What does matter is the story stuck with me until this weekend when I came across this jar of pickles and said, “well I’ll be, this is that pickle company the guy started because he was following in his grandma’s footsteps” - again, the details of his life story don’t matter. I had to choose between Spicy or Garlic and Dill…I decided upon Garlic and Dill. Now, in case you’re wondering why I didn’t pick both jars, I’ll tell you — this jar of pickles will set you back almost $10…yeah, I know. But I continue… So I opted for the Garlic and Dill, brought my groceries home and was BLOWN away!!! I’ve never tasted a pickle so delicious in my entire life, it literally took my breath away. I will (without a doubt in my mind) be heading back to the store asap, to pick up the Spicy version. If you like pickles, you HAVE to try this company - if you don’t like them, I’m not refunding your money, but I will gladly take the uneaten pickles off your hands :) Side note — this company is based in Detroit. And all I’m saying is if GM gave away a lifetime supply of these bad mofo’s, I might think about buying a new car from Detroit … could these pickles be what saves the Chernobyl we call Detroit? Hey, it’s not impossible!! Unlikely, sure — but with these pickles by my side, my glass is half-full. (ps: they are also made in Brooklyn, but that’s been a lost cause for years - kidding)

Now I know what you’re saying, “great a jar of pickles, what does he have to complain about now” … well my friends, the answer is nothing. This holiday weekend I was shopping through my local Whole Foods on Roosevelt and stumbled across this simply designed jar of McClure’s Pickles.

A few months ago I was watching the Food Network and happened to come across a story about a man who left his corporate, educated life and start his own pickle business. I’m not quite sure on the details of his story, but let’s be honest - the details don’t matter. What does matter is the story stuck with me until this weekend when I came across this jar of pickles and said, “well I’ll be, this is that pickle company the guy started because he was following in his grandma’s footsteps” - again, the details of his life story don’t matter.

I had to choose between Spicy or Garlic and Dill…I decided upon Garlic and Dill. Now, in case you’re wondering why I didn’t pick both jars, I’ll tell you — this jar of pickles will set you back almost $10…yeah, I know. But I continue…

So I opted for the Garlic and Dill, brought my groceries home and was BLOWN away!!! I’ve never tasted a pickle so delicious in my entire life, it literally took my breath away. I will (without a doubt in my mind) be heading back to the store asap, to pick up the Spicy version. If you like pickles, you HAVE to try this company - if you don’t like them, I’m not refunding your money, but I will gladly take the uneaten pickles off your hands :)

Side note — this company is based in Detroit. And all I’m saying is if GM gave away a lifetime supply of these bad mofo’s, I might think about buying a new car from Detroit … could these pickles be what saves the Chernobyl we call Detroit? Hey, it’s not impossible!! Unlikely, sure — but with these pickles by my side, my glass is half-full. (ps: they are also made in Brooklyn, but that’s been a lost cause for years - kidding)

The Taste of Chicago — I live in the south loop and please understand - I’ve watched the progression of the event(the taste) unfold the last 4 years or so. It’s a dangerous event, no matter what time you go - day or night. It’s not the families that are running around stabbing people. It’s not the single adults roaming the taste looking for a hot dog that are shooting people. It’s not the college kids that are home for the summer who are robbing people are gun point. It’s the gangbangers from all across Chicago…that happen to come together and meet in one location that send this event into a shit-storm EVERY SINGLE YEAR!!!! This event is an embarrassment to Chicago, no longer a celebration. We wonder why the city decided to cancel the July 3rd fireworks - yes, for those of you not familiar, Chicago USED to have a MASSIVE fireworks show off navy pier on the 3rd, not 4th. Anyways, they canceled the show because of the violence that is certain to happen - tonight a man was stabbed and a fire was started. Sure, maybe it saved the city a couple hundred thousand - but hey, let’s avoid having over 2 million people jammed onto navy pier and Grant Park on the 3rd and we might avoid some violence. Well how about this Chicago - until you can get this disgusting circus act under control..cancel the taste. Now I know many of you are thinking to cancel the taste would be horrible — well how many people need to die or come within inches of death, for the taste to get shut down? I don’t know about you…but I’ve had enough. Get these awful gangbangers out of my neighborhood and have them pick up all the trash they have created while they were here!!! This includes the filthy chicken bones they throw on the ground so dogs and other animals can pick them up and choke on them…these people disgust me. Enough.

The Taste of Chicago — I live in the south loop and please understand - I’ve watched the progression of the event(the taste) unfold the last 4 years or so. It’s a dangerous event, no matter what time you go - day or night. It’s not the families that are running around stabbing people. It’s not the single adults roaming the taste looking for a hot dog that are shooting people. It’s not the college kids that are home for the summer who are robbing people are gun point. It’s the gangbangers from all across Chicago…that happen to come together and meet in one location that send this event into a shit-storm EVERY SINGLE YEAR!!!! This event is an embarrassment to Chicago, no longer a celebration.

We wonder why the city decided to cancel the July 3rd fireworks - yes, for those of you not familiar, Chicago USED to have a MASSIVE fireworks show off navy pier on the 3rd, not 4th. Anyways, they canceled the show because of the violence that is certain to happen - tonight a man was stabbed and a fire was started. Sure, maybe it saved the city a couple hundred thousand - but hey, let’s avoid having over 2 million people jammed onto navy pier and Grant Park on the 3rd and we might avoid some violence. Well how about this Chicago - until you can get this disgusting circus act under control..cancel the taste.

Now I know many of you are thinking to cancel the taste would be horrible — well how many people need to die or come within inches of death, for the taste to get shut down?

I don’t know about you…but I’ve had enough. Get these awful gangbangers out of my neighborhood and have them pick up all the trash they have created while they were here!!! This includes the filthy chicken bones they throw on the ground so dogs and other animals can pick them up and choke on them…these people disgust me.

Enough.

I’m all about supporting government - to some extent. Heck, I would even go so far as to say the volunteers in a political campaign, are what “make-or-break” a successful campaign. But this my friends…this is just creepy. This is what grandparent do with their grandchildren…a parent does after the greatest family vacation to Busch Gardens, you ride on a dolphins back in the Bahamas…this is NOT what you do for the president. The victory of Obama (this is not about who was better for presidency) ha created a plethora of wealth for street vendors and gross gas stations that sell Ed Hardy sunglasses for $3.99. I believe to most of the public in this country, (not all) he’s viewed as a…celebrity. But I guess in the same idea, I’ll contradict myself…how are we supposed to view politicians? Celebrity? Role Model? Father figure? Fashionista? Trend-setter? I guess this is more of an outcry to say…whether you like Obama or not…was he really the best solution for this country? Or did we need to take his campaign motto and make a change in the way we VIEW politicians? Either way…I heard the stimulus money ran out today - how fitting?

I’m all about supporting government - to some extent. Heck, I would even go so far as to say the volunteers in a political campaign, are what “make-or-break” a successful campaign. But this my friends…this is just creepy. This is what grandparent do with their grandchildren…a parent does after the greatest family vacation to Busch Gardens, you ride on a dolphins back in the Bahamas…this is NOT what you do for the president. The victory of Obama (this is not about who was better for presidency) ha created a plethora of wealth for street vendors and gross gas stations that sell Ed Hardy sunglasses for $3.99. I believe to most of the public in this country, (not all) he’s viewed as a…celebrity. But I guess in the same idea, I’ll contradict myself…how are we supposed to view politicians? Celebrity? Role Model? Father figure? Fashionista? Trend-setter? I guess this is more of an outcry to say…whether you like Obama or not…was he really the best solution for this country? Or did we need to take his campaign motto and make a change in the way we VIEW politicians? Either way…I heard the stimulus money ran out today - how fitting?

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The way I see it…

I am aware that some of you may have seen this before, but I felt the need to share it in this manner.

LET ME SEE IF I GOT THIS RIGHT.

IF YOU CROSS THE NORTH KOREAN BORDER ILLEGALLY, YOU GET 12 YEARS HARD LABOR.

IF YOU CROSS THE IRANIAN BORDER ILLEGALLY, YOU ARE DETAINED INDEFINITELY.

IF YOU CROSS THE AFGHAN BORDER ILLEGALLY, YOU GET SHOT.

IF YOU CROSS THE SAUDI ARABIAN BORDER ILLEGALLY, YOU WILL BE JAILED.

IF YOU CROSS THE CHINESE BORDER ILLEGALLY, YOU MAY NEVER BE HEARD FROM AGAIN.

IF YOU CROSS THE VENEZUELAN BORDER ILLEGALLY, YOU WILL BE BRANDED A SPY AND YOUR FATE WILL BE SEALED.

IF YOU CROSS THE CUBAN BORDER ILLEGALLY, YOU WILL BE THROWN INTO POLITICAL PRISON TO ROT.

IF YOU CROSS THE U.S. BORDER ILLEGALLY, YOU GET …

A JOB,

A DRIVERS LICENSE,

SOCIAL SECURITY CARD,

WELFARE,

FOOD STAMPS,

CREDIT CARDS,

SUBSIDIZED RENT OR A LOAN TO BUY A HOUSE,

FREE EDUCATION,

FREE HEALTH CARE,

A LOBBYIST IN WASHINGTON,

BILLIONS OF DOLLARS WORTH OF PUBLIC DOCUMENTS PRINTED IN YOUR LANGUAGE,

THE RIGHT TO CARRY YOUR COUNTRY’S FLAG WHILE YOU PROTEST THAT YOU DON’T GET ENOUGH RESPECT,

AND, IN SOME INSTANCES, YOU CAN VOTE.

I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE I HAD A FIRM GRASP ON THE SITUATION

Bruised Pale Legs

Today is probably the nicest day (as far as weather is concerned) that’s we’ve had so far in 2010. It’s warm and sunny, with just a slight breeze…beautiful. However, with the good, comes the ugly.

The ugly I’m referring? Those would be the pale legs running around the city. Now don’t get me wrong, my legs don’t look like I’ve been in Florida all summer either…that’s why they are still hidden. What’s blinding me is all the hipster girls who are wearing shorts and skirts(already too small = gross) - why this is gross is because I don’t want to see your bruised pale legs on a beautiful day. You don’t want to see my pale legs, and I respect that…hence the reason they are still hibernating.

So please, keep yours hidden until you get some alone time in Grant Park to go lay out in the sun.

Best,

Concerned Citizen

Let your sleeping dogs lie…literally in this case. I had a great time tonight! Hope had a surprise party (of sorts) for me, and invited a bunch of people over to play Wii and eat great food - all made by Hope (reigning Iron Chef). On the menu tonight was; Poppy Seed Chicken, Green Bean Bundles, Mashed Potatoes, a tremendous salad with all types of delicious toppings! And for the grand finale…HOMEMADE PEANUT BUTTER CUP PIE, oh dear God! Seriously tremendous…it was so good! Thanks to everyone who could make it over to my place tonight, I really appreciate you all being here! Clearly the dogs had a GREAT time playing with everyone, they can’t keep their eyes open! Speaking of keeping eyes open, I’m falling asleep. So I’m heading to bed…goodnight sweetheart, well it’s time to go :) PS - still no word back from the IRS in regards to my taxes…hoping to hearing something by the end of this weekend! I’ll keep you informed!

Let your sleeping dogs lie…literally in this case. I had a great time tonight! Hope had a surprise party (of sorts) for me, and invited a bunch of people over to play Wii and eat great food - all made by Hope (reigning Iron Chef). On the menu tonight was; Poppy Seed Chicken, Green Bean Bundles, Mashed Potatoes, a tremendous salad with all types of delicious toppings! And for the grand finale…HOMEMADE PEANUT BUTTER CUP PIE, oh dear God! Seriously tremendous…it was so good! Thanks to everyone who could make it over to my place tonight, I really appreciate you all being here! Clearly the dogs had a GREAT time playing with everyone, they can’t keep their eyes open! Speaking of keeping eyes open, I’m falling asleep. So I’m heading to bed…goodnight sweetheart, well it’s time to go :)

PS - still no word back from the IRS in regards to my taxes…hoping to hearing something by the end of this weekend! I’ll keep you informed!

Got an iPhone? Download the FREE @CauseWorld app and help prevent child abuse, buy a meal for a family in need, help an injured animal, give relief to Haiti…the list of options goes on and on! It literally costs you no money at all! CauseWorld is quite possibly the way of the future - in a few ways at least :) How it works: major corporations (like Kraft Foods for example) donated TONS of money to CauseWorld. You download the app and using the GPS locator on your mobile device it locates where you are and stores around your location. When you enter a store let the app know and you get “karmas” donated to your profile - the best part is the karmas…yeah that’s real money!!! Then you search the fairly good sized list of foundations and charitable organizations that you want to support and donate your “karmas” to, and POW! You just just saved the life of a puppy who was injured…or whatever charity you decide to support. So what are you waiting for…go download the app already! By the way, if there is an organization or charitable company you think she be on the list - let @CauseWorld know! www.causeworld.com

Got an iPhone? Download the FREE @CauseWorld app and help prevent child abuse, buy a meal for a family in need, help an injured animal, give relief to Haiti…the list of options goes on and on! It literally costs you no money at all! CauseWorld is quite possibly the way of the future - in a few ways at least :)

How it works: major corporations (like Kraft Foods for example) donated TONS of money to CauseWorld. You download the app and using the GPS locator on your mobile device it locates where you are and stores around your location. When you enter a store let the app know and you get “karmas” donated to your profile - the best part is the karmas…yeah that’s real money!!! Then you search the fairly good sized list of foundations and charitable organizations that you want to support and donate your “karmas” to, and POW! You just just saved the life of a puppy who was injured…or whatever charity you decide to support.

So what are you waiting for…go download the app already!

By the way, if there is an organization or charitable company you think she be on the list - let @CauseWorld know!

www.causeworld.com

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