tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79691825206202444032011-07-28T12:52:37.889-07:00Scottynoreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969182520620244403.post-28355457510022906262009-07-08T20:45:00.001-07:002009-07-08T20:46:59.611-07:00

Discuss.

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I have recently been going to Borders a few times a week to study. Truth be told, prior to this little stint I did not frequent the bookstore on a regular basis. Inside, there is a Seattle’s Best café where people (including me) have a place to sit and read, study, chat, and what not.Needless to say, I encounter some pretty interesting people. Tonight, I sat at one of the larger tables as

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Ahhh... yes. I am sure everyone is wondering where I have been. Yes, OK Chick, I did make it back from Germany. Probably much to your dismay, ha!I really don't have much exciting going on, as since I have been back I have been spending countless hours studying. Boo. Seriously. I thought I was done studying when I was done with school. Wrong. I have a professional exam, or rather, a series

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It was an early morning, leaving from Paris. I think we woke up at about 4. My flight was at 7 or so, and we were a good hours train ride to the airport since we were on the opposite side of the city.Even the baguette-makers were awakeMe to Germany, her to USOnce I arrived at the Frankfurt airport, it took me a while to figure out the train system. I mean, the key? Flughafen = airportThe main

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In the morning, innocent enough. From the outside at least.Then you have to walk down some shifty steps.Past an evacuation planA quarry?Not really. Exactly, at the end of the pics.With flash.Without flash.Where we were? Read it..Then, off to happier things. Or is it, more shady?A simple wallA walk upTo the top of itStill at the top, another churchWhere everyone hung out on the steps, amongst

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Off we went, via the train/subwayBreakfast. Some sort of delicious bread with delicious chocolateand a baguette, of course.From this placeOff past Rue de Rivoli to where Louis XIV got communionWhich was just a little ways over to the Notre DameWe then sat for a little while, and people watchedWhat's pretty cool, is that it seems like there was always someone playing music. Even in the middle of

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We left Nice late in the day, to get the most out of our visit there. So it was already getting dark when we got on the plane. Once we arrived in Paris. Tired. Too tired to do anything, but something that definitely perked me up... a Bueno!The next morning, a good early lunch was definitely in order. We ventured to a sandwich shop. Paris... bread... lovely.Little did we know that both of us

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Wake up? Coffee. Get some.We then walked on over to the Place MassenaWhere, we quickly realized we were in the middle of a protest. Not sure what it was about, but there were a ton of people. Apparently it's the cool thing to do, because there were bands on the back of moving trucks, people cheering, everything you could think of. Except for beer.The night before, we had tried to hike to the

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Our time in Florence was short, but it was definitely well worth it. Would definitely go back there in a second. Next stop, Nice. In planning we decided that we needed somewhere to stop in between Florence and Paris. You know, since there is a decent amount of travel time in between Florence and Paris, we might as well see somewhere new in between. So, we chose Nice. About halfway (I think?)

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Before going to bed the night before, we had planned on waking up a little bit earlier so we could avoid long lines at our first destination.So, easily enough, we arrived about 15 minutes before opening and there were only 10 people in the line 'without reservations'.We waited, in line, next to this door.In order to get in.We saw him, words can't describe. Perfect.We stayed about an hour, and

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We got to the subway station at about 9:00am. Where we would get off and take a longer distance train, even though the ride to Florence was only about an hour.On the way to our hotel, which was about two blocks from the main train station, an indoor market.With plenty of delicious treats.From there we walked to the Basilica of San Lorenzo, one of the oldest churches in Florence.The courtyard,

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This was the grocery store we went to a couple of times. What we thought was interesting was that it was closed all day on Sundays.On the opposite side of the Piazza di SpagnaThe girl showcasing the first McDonalds in Italy.Where we enjoyed a couple of CBOs.The Via CondottiThe Girl was sad I misplaced my wallet for the next couple of hours, on purpose.There were these guys on just about every

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What is this, and WHY DID THE GIRL TELL ME TO PUT IT ALL OVER MY FOOT?Yes, it is 3 in the morning also.

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Train in the morning.This is about 100 yards from the subway stop.We found a tour guide.He took us inside.Then he gave us to her.We saw some trees.She took us to a hill.It had lots of old walls.And some bronze doors.We walked down for a closer look.There seemed to be columns everywhere.An arch.Then we walked to a square. Painters, a street comedian, fountains.Then, to a dome. A really big

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So, after a long day of sightseeing and walking, we figured a good dinner was definitely deserved. We decided to go somewhere that was:a) Close to the hotel, because we had been walking all dayb) A restaurant, rather than something fastc) Somewhere smallAfter consulting Tripadvisor, we found a place that fit the bill and was well rated.We sat down, at about 7:30 or so. Early by European

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Well I guess this really wasn't day two. Kinda. Truth be told, I arrived in Rome a day before the Girl. Got in at about 5pm or so, and she arrived early the following (Friday the 13th!) morning.So, after I picked up the Girl, off we went to the hotel to drop off luggage and such. She was tired, because she hadn't slept on the plane ride over, but I insisted she needed to stay up. I mean, how

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So, I had never thought of it before. I just saw/read the word 'wedlock'.Sounds painful.Couldn't they have thought of a better word for 'married'?

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March 13Hyderabad Airport, 1am. Time, to go.1st stop, Frankfurt. Wait, next flight.Flipping fast, numbers. Letters, the same.Terminal F, Paris. Rome, coming soon.Way early, morning. FCO, get Girl.Everyone asleep, tired. Airport, I go.The Girl, arriving. 7:30am, by plane.Find each, other. Across, the globe.Vacation. Begins.

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I'm back! Well, I have actually been back for a few days, from the 'ol vacation. And just like any vacation, it was great. Similarly like any vacation, it was too short.Back to work = boo.In any case, since I know you all love pics, here are some. From Holi :)I am in a few, I am the only one in a black shirt.Needless to say, I still had a little bit of color after a couple of days.

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Before, I blogged about two people. In a relationship, for 6 years.Great for each other. Yet, something wasn't there. They wanted different things. She wanted a family, he didn't. Just, different end points. Understanding enough.Sometimes, I think, you think you can change someone. You can change them to what you would like them to be. To a certain degree, you probably can, on very minor

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Every time I visit a German airport, I see something pretty darn smart. They must be some smart folks, or something.In any case, the first time, I saw a toilet seat that cleaned itself. Yes folks, they exist. You push a little button and the seat turns around and is cleaned with a cleaning solution, and even wipes itself dry. Crazy.This time, the second time, had to do with the folks that

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After reading watching a little of someone elses...Maybe not as much as when I read Marley and Me, or when I watched it at the theater.There is something that I have known for a very long time. I don't know why, but I am pretty confident that I will cry at my own.I'm ok with that.

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Listen. Concentrate. Attention to other. Interaction. More reaction than action. Important. Focus other than yourself. Perceive. The way they experience. Understand. How they feel. Realize. They are not alone. Connect. In a new and different way. Unique. Unparalleled in life. See. Eyes and your heart. Relate. They aren't alone. Concern. Yourself with them. Touch. Feelings

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Someone searched for this, and was led to this post.smoke coming out of the microwave I wonder if they were making popcorn?

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Unexpected. I didn't expect to have such a good time. I thought it would be a lot of fun, but, in a different way I guess.There's something to be said about running around like kids, with kids, in an effort to celebrate a holiday. No one is mean about adding a little color to you. All in good fun.Even as adults, I think we all have a little kid inside of us. One that wants to run around,

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Sooo... I'm going to be on vacation for a bit. Posting postponed... and I will TRY and catch up with your bloggy blogs once back.View Larger MapSince I had a lot to write recently, I decided to have some posts ready for you to happily read while I was away. Enoy

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OK Chick, made a comment about my last post. Interesting comment, because it made me think of something (kind of) related. Listening.I think we all, in general, strive to have someone listen.Whether we know it, or realize it, people are always listening. Take for instance, blogs. We may not think it based on the number of comments we receive. We may not think it based on the number of

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A few months back, I was getting ready. To go to the Aero Bar. I don't know who all was going specifically, but I do know that a friend was there with me at my place beforehand. He was getting ready. I was on my laptop waiting. Looking at a YouTube video. I think it was a video blog? It was.It was funny, I thought, so I showed it to him. He watched. He laughed. There's something he said,

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Tonight I saw the movie, the one about the millionaire. You know, there is something different about seeing a movie set somewhere you have been. Something different about seeing a movie set where you are. I couldn't help but think, during the movie, that if I were at home I wouldn't think as much about it.But the truth is, it made me think more. Because all of the things that would have

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Something thats pretty cool, in a way, is that over here there are a few differences when it comes to a birthday celebration.You can even celebrate your birthday here, if you so desire.You even get free cake and a song.But, we're all used to that stuff.Now, I have been told that it can be different 'at home', but this is what folks do here with their friends. I realize not everyone may do

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Its official, like, I have tickets official. Will be living in India for an additional month. No surprise, I said I didn't mind staying if they wanted me to... as long as I got to keep my vacation. So, instead of going back to the U.S. of A. after Europe, I'll be spending a day in Germany followed by a flight back to India. Craziness.I have been asked, a few times now, if I am homesick. I

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Can you make time?This morning, while working a little and watching a little tv, a coworker im'ed me. She was at work, and I had known that she was extremely busy.Now, I don't know if she really was, but she seemed to be. Acted like she was.I just have way too much to do, I don't know how I am going to finish everythingWhat am I supposed to say to that?Well, it doesn't matter what you have to

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Sunday afternoons here in Indialand hold a special place in my heart. As you may, or may not, know, I work from Tuesday to Saturday vice Monday to Friday. What does this mean?I very much look forward to Sunday, even moreso because I usually end up working for a little bit on Mondays. BUT, thats neither here nor there. We're talking about Sunday people.What does Sunday bring? It brings an all

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Heres a little story, that I would like to tella story about a Girl, a moment not so belle.She was visiting I, during the holidaysvisiting my parents, first time amaze.We were all sitting around, watching tvwhen all of a sudden, seemed she had to pee.Across the room, walked to the stairsup she went, pj's she wears.I sat quietly, watching a little showdidn't think anything of it, normal I know.We

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The other day, a coworker that doesn't know me very well, told me they thought I was very 'worldly'. Saying this, without even knowing where I have been.Really? Why do you think that?I don't know, you just seem like it.Humph. You don't even know where I've been! It could be my first time out of the US.True. So, where have you been?In hindsight, they didn't know what they were in for.But, you

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It hit me.A morning, about a week ago. I got into work, logged in as usual. When you login, you are automatically logged into the company instant message system. The beginning of the day here, is the end of the day at home. Not within a minute of logging in, an im appeared from a coworker at home. Did you hear?Umm... I don't think so, I just got in!Let me call youWe talked, for about 20

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Last night was ugly.Went to dinner at a place called 'Little Italy'. The food there is pretty awesome, and your meal plus drinks costs about $15. Italian food. Sun dried tomatoes. Love them.On the way back to the hotel, after eating, someone got the crazy idea to go to the wine shop. Keep in mind, that the wine shop here is equal to a liquor store. They are on the street, and its basically

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Have you ever seen a bobblehead moose on a dashboard? Now you have!

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I don't know why, or how, I thought of it. But, one day I saw two webcams on a website for a pretty good price. I knew of my upcoming trip, where I would be away for a couple of months.Other side of the world.I thought it would be nice. See each other.When I gave to The Girl as a gift before I left, she seemed happy to receive. Saying it was thoughtful, it was a good idea.Other side of the

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About… 4 years ago, I had a boss. Well, someone I worked for. Hmmm… I’ve never really liked the term ‘boss’. Anyways, worked for this guy, THE MAN.He had a lot of stuff come across his desk, daily, of which he would look at. Look at, review, approve, send up to be approved, etc. A myriad of different things, and I wasn’t the only one that gave THE MAN things to be looked at.Sometimes, he

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Between work and the hotel, there is a 'shuttle'. Basically, its a car service for those that are here from the US that work at Company. It goes back and forth between the office and the hotel, 24hrs a day.If you need a ride between the two places, and the car isn't there (there are actually a few depending on the time of day and how busy it is) you call a phone number and a car is there

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I came here to work, essentially. To train folks, to network, to match faces with names… of people I have worked alongside ‘virtually’. And you know what? It’s pretty interesting. There is something though, something about being ‘away’. It isn’t the same as being on a business trip somewhere in the US. I mean, when I am awake, most everyone in the US is asleep. When those in the US are

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It looks like a mall from the outside, but its really a multiple level department store with a movie theater on topMovie we sawI got there early to walk around outside. People were waiting for movie tickets about an hour before the counter opened. They are crazy about their movies.Then, when it opened, they flooded in.A family of three. All the women ride side-saddle.Main road.After movie,

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Before coming here, I knew there would be some... questionable foods. Well, lets just say that some things don't exactly look all that appealing.NOW, after saying that... I will say that I am pretty open to trying anything. For instance, when going to breakfast or lunch (which I routinely have with the 'ol co-workers) I will usually just have them pick something out that they think I would like

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An award, bestowed, by none other than Accidentally Me, here. Gracias! The award comes with a few rules: The honorees are to:A) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!B) pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.We'll see how this goes...1. I like pictures. To take them, whatever. In my place I

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Warning, could lead to kids poo'ing on Santa's lap at the mall.Buy here.

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Really? Yes.

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Received message on Facebook:"... I hear you are in India. Take tons of photos and I want to hear all about it. Are you going to have a blog? That's the new thing. ..."Yes I am, and, I already have one.No, I didn't actually reply with that. Silly.

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Nothing has changed... or has it?Over the past few months I have been contemplating on whether I should move somewhere new. That is, move Bueno Morning... to a new home. The thing is, I couldn't do it. I just couldn't think of a new name, a new place.So, I am staying.But, I am starting over.Don't worry, old blog has been saved :)

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