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    Scribbled down on January 5th, 2007 by she
    Posted in Random Burbling

    As if she had second sight, Susan over at West of Mars recommended I get a pedometer leash in her comments from yesterdays Thursday Thirteen post.

    This afternoon I put my hand in my pocket and almost lost my pedometer. I had attached it to my pocket since I wasn’t wearing a belt. After realizing it was missing, my co-worker and I retraced our steps twice in a desperate search to find it. She had once again forgotten hers and was curious as to how many steps we had to take in our search. Just as I had given up, I turned and the pedometer fell to the ground. She was convinced I’d tucked it in my pocket just to force us to walk longer and get a higher step count.

    I think I really do need that leash after all!

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    conversations in my car

    Scribbled down on January 4th, 2007 by she
    Posted in Friends & Family, Lighter Side

    He: The man in the moon is sick tonight.

    She: What are you talking about?

    He: Look at the moon, it’s all yellow and fuzzy.

    She: And that makes the man on the moon sick?

    He: Well, he’s either sick or he has a really bad case of jaundice.

    She: I’m blogging this when we get home.

    He: You can’t quote me. I’m not signing the consent forms.

    She: You married me, that’s consent by default.

    He: Whatever.


    Thursday Thirteen – Baby Steps to the Elevator

    Scribbled down on January 4th, 2007 by she
    Posted in Popularity Contests

    Welcome to the 12th edition of the screaming pages Thursday Thirteen.

    For Christmas, the exercise fairy brought pedometers to myself and a fellow co-worker. We’ve set up a daily challenge to see who walks around the center most on a day-to-day basis. I’m winning most days – mainly because Boo keeps forgetting her pedometer at home. Being a curious sort, I like to calculate how many steps it takes to get me where I need to go around the office. Multiply these numbers by a bazillion trips a day, and you get an idea of how much running around I can do in an average 8 hour shift.

    This week’s Thursday Thirteen calculates how many steps it takes to get around the office assuming I start the (one way) journey at my cubicle.

    Thirteen Things about SHE. Step Counting.

    1. 9 steps to the fax machine
    2. 69 steps to the lunchroom
    3. 86 steps to the ice and water machine
    4. 91 steps to the microwave
    5. 98 steps to the bathroom
    6. 101 steps to the vending machine to buy apple juice
    7. 142 steps to the mailroom
    8. 152 steps to the main floor printer
    9. 164 steps to the back door into HR
    10. 183 steps to the main meeting room
    11. 212 steps to the coffee shop
    12. 218 steps to the security desk
    13. 228 steps to the main door

    Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!

    The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!

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    no truer words

    Scribbled down on January 3rd, 2007 by she
    Posted in Friends & Family, Random Burbling

    I have a tonne of links in my bookmarks at work that I haven’t visited in a while. I spent a few minutes today perusing the ones I’d assigned to my Learning Styles folder when I came across an article outlining why it’s important for students to understand their professors learning styles and vice versa. From it, I followed a link to David Keirsey‘s work.

    On his site, Mr. Keirsey has posted an article titled Different Drummers.

    If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.

    Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view.

    Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly.

    Or yet if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, let me be.

    I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.

    I may be your spouse, your parent, your offsping, your friend, or your colleague. If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself, so that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear to you as right — for me. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And in understanding me you might come to prize my differences from you, and, far from seeking to change me, preserve and even nurture those differences. (Keirsey, 1998, Please Understand Me II)

    These words describe exactly how I’m feeling at the moment. Unfortunately, the person who really needs to be reading this wouldn’t recognize themselves if handed the mirror.

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    you’re in OIL Country

    Scribbled down on January 3rd, 2007 by she
    Posted in Flan-dom

    I was a bad girl. I had club access seats and forgot my new digital camera. We were relegated to taking pictures on the cell phone (like many others) and the quality of pictures is pretty poor. Hopefully we’ll get another chance at tickets in the same area in the near future and I’ll definitely remember to bring the camera then.

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    We do have seats in the upper deck in 2 weeks and will be bringing the camera to get arena and play shots. What I won’t be able to get pictures of next time is Roly exiting the dressing room and heading out to the ice!

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    It was a beautiful game. After a really slow start in the first, it picked up and rocked in the second. The first goal of the night (Raffi Torres) was ugly, but Edmonton is the king when it comes to scoring ugly goals. I’m pretty sure that’s how they made it into the Stanley Cup last year. Hemsky’s goal was beautiful and made up for Torres sneaker.

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    At the end of second period the OIL was up 2-0 heading into the final period. Marc-Andre Bergeron had wings on his skates. Pisani and Smyth scored beauts – especially Smyth’s unassisted goal at 13:56 in the third.

    Rolly lost his shutout in the final minutes of the game (4:28 remaining) after an earlier goal was disallowed. The previous goal was batted in by a high stick and the decision to disallow was backed up by the instant replay.

    End of the night had some great news. The OIL had just won their 1000th game at home and Petr Nedved is coming back to Edmonton. I’m sure I’ll be scrap booking my night sometime soon.

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