<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372</id><updated>2011-07-29T05:55:46.396-04:00</updated><category term='creepiness'/><category term='technology'/><category term='stupid tourists'/><category term='i&apos;m morbid'/><category term='juneau sucks'/><category term='republicans'/><category term='bus drivers are nuts'/><category term='I got CDL skills'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='traffic sucks'/><category term='Canon is still better'/><category term='color out of a box is bad'/><category term='drama-free passengers'/><category term='I hate pubes'/><category term='East Coast rocks my socks'/><category term='i&apos;m intimidated by living in NYC'/><category term='Obama rocks my socks'/><category term='Nikon sold out'/><category term='tips'/><category term='rock climbing'/><category term='i&apos;m irrational'/><category term='WOW anonymous'/><category term='carmacks is ghetto'/><category term='REI is cool'/><category term='I got a sweet bike'/><category term='helen is rude'/><category term='ghosts'/><category term='alaska'/><category term='parking'/><category term='floods suck'/><category term='short circuiting doorbell'/><category term='you won&apos;t go to hell for voting Democrat'/><category term='job searching sucks'/><category term='camera'/><category term='Palin is bad'/><category term='photography'/><category term='buying guide'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Harrison Ford'/><category term='happy trails'/><category term='people are immature'/><category term='poop'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='hormones suck'/><category term='rape is no laughing matter'/><category term='diet'/><category term='utah sucks sometimes'/><category term='bus driver butt'/><category term='democrats'/><category term='depends'/><category term='i miss alaska'/><category term='i&apos;m a winner'/><category term='North Face addict'/><category term='snowboarding'/><category term='bears'/><title type='text'>Blah Blah by Balls</title><subtitle type='html'>Just some of my random thoughts...scary right?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-8545132203312261172</id><published>2010-02-20T00:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:44:44.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S3-EfbTZIeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ngSoDKqdj4I/s1600-h/IMG_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S3-EfbTZIeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ngSoDKqdj4I/s400/IMG_1551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440212550326755810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Big G with the fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     ...after tragedy strikes. As you may know, my grandmother, Big G, died February 6th after battling uterine cancer and a brain tumor. She was my last grandparent. Back in 1998, my grandfather (her husband) died of a brain tumor. Then in 1999, only 10 months later, my mom's mom died of ovarian cancer. I was only 12 at the time and while I understood the sadness and importance of what happened, I feel that my memory wasn't quite as cognoscente as it is now. I was sad, but it didn't really affect me as much as Big G's passing has. I suppose it's helped having 11 years to cultivate a deeper relationship with Big G. Especially as I'm now an adult, interpretations of life are different. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Carol Jeanne Loveridge (Big G) was born September 6th, 1930. She was the youngest child be many years. She was also an "accident" child. Her mother was a good woman, but as far as I understand, Big G was never really wanted. I suppose the fact that she was born during the Depression, made finances tight all around with an extra mouth to feed. She had a lot of hardships in her childhood due to that fact. She lived her entire life in Springville, Utah, and married her high school sweetheart, Clyde LaMar Clark, when they were both just 19 years old. I had the opportunity to come across some old yearbooks from when the two of them were in high school. The "autographs" they wrote to each other were absolutely precious. Those two were the very definition of "soul mates". Together they had 7 children, 18 grand-children and (so far) 16 great-grand children. While her early years were somewhat love-less, she made sure that no one else felt unloved when they were with her. She made everyone feel like she was their best friend. In fact, after her funeral, my mom was at the local floral shop. She was chatting with the florist, when the subject of Big G came up. The florist said that all the customers who came in to buy flowers for Big G had said things like "She was my best friend" or "I could always tell her anything and she never judged me". I really admire the legacy she left behind. I hope that by the time I'm about to kick the bucket, I have the same thing. Even a fraction of what Big G had, and I'll be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     When I first heard she was seriously sick, I was so sad. I didn't cry until I got on the phone with her, and she started singing one of her silly songs. She always had this thing to sing some old song which was relevant to the situation. For example, when waking you up in the morning, she'd sing a song about Mary Sunshine who woke up too soon and scared away the moon and stars. After expressing my sadness over her illness, she got firm and told me "no tears" and that she wasn't afraid or sad to be dying, and that was a huge comfort to me. From my religious standpoint, I knew that she would be ok and that she would be reunited with her husband, something I knew she wanted badly. And the fact that she wasn't afraid, helped me make peace. After all, something I realized is that I wasn't saying "goodbye" to her. I was saying "see you later". I was lucky to be able to fly out to see her a week before she died and then again for the funeral. While I know she's gone, there's a part of me that hasn't fully absorbed that she just isn't alive anymore. When I saw her for the first time in her casket, I almost expected her to just wake up. She looked like she was sleeping. It was difficult watching them close the casket. I didn't want her to be alone in there even though I knew her spirit was long gone. It's funny how hard it is to say goodbye to the body of a deceased person. We know they're gone, but since the body is the last thing we have really to hold on to, it becomes the symbol of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I feel like I've been dealing ok with her death. I think right now, I'm in a state of irritability. I'm not sure why. I don't resent God for taking her. I'm not angry, I guess I'm just more intensely sad than normal. Life without her is going to take a lot of adjustments. But like I said, life goes on after tragedy. You can't fight the forces and unavoidable occurrences that happen. You must adapt and be flexible to be truly happy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-8545132203312261172?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8545132203312261172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=8545132203312261172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/8545132203312261172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/8545132203312261172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On...'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S3-EfbTZIeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ngSoDKqdj4I/s72-c/IMG_1551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-7663059766505039037</id><published>2010-01-21T16:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:04:49.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus driver butt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus drivers are nuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helen is rude'/><title type='text'>You Know You're a Bus Driver When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S1jMQjOGo3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/lyiIA7Ou61E/s1600-h/cuebus01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S1jMQjOGo3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/lyiIA7Ou61E/s320/cuebus01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429313935499502450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is what I drive, except newer....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I've mentioned previously, I'm working as a bus driver for Fairfax City CUE Bus. It's just a small public transportation company run by the City of Fairfax. So far it's been a pretty good place to work. The supervisors are all nice. My co-workers are all really nice to work with. Some of the drivers have been working there for 20+ years!! I'm easily the youngest person by probably 20 years. I guess I'm officially done with training now, the last few days have consisted of me driving with an experienced driver riding with me for support. My next day in the driver seat is Monday in which I guess I'll be driving alone for the first time! I'm a little nervous they're cutting the apron strings! I guess I need to get myself to REI and buy a knife to carry with me...you never know what can happen with those crazy passengers, right? It's never been a dull moment at the CUE bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week by far, has been the most eventful. I worked Monday through Thursday. Monday was pretty quiet considering it was a holiday, but after that it got all crazy! Tuesday I saw someone rear-end someone else. It wasn't bad, but the guy who was the rear-ended got his car hood all folded up. Then later on in the day, one of the drivers gets on the radio to ask for an ambulance at her location. We come to hear, that she hit someone with the bus!! Apparently, they think this lady who got hit, was trying to catch a bus on the other side of the street. She thought she could cross the street before the bus departed and dashed out in front of this driver. I didn't see it happen and I'm not sure of all the details, but it's definitely sad and scary!! It would be bad enough hitting someone with a car, but can you imagine hitting someone with a bus?! I'm not sure how the woman is doing who got hit. I think they said she's in the hospital (obviously) but I don't know much else. Then on Wednesday, I drove most of the day. During the morning, we got stuck in pretty bad traffic, and so we were running 15 minutes behind schedule. So the lady driver who was with me, took the wheel for a loop around the route to catch up time. Well she's a maniac driver as it is, plus add the fact that she was trying to catch up time, and it was kinda a scary ride. I didn't feel the need to sit and watch her since I knew the route, so since I was really tired I kinda just started snoozing. Awhile later, I open my eyes to see where we were, and she was just about to pull next to a bus stop sign. She swung in way too deep and ended up smacking the side mirror on the bus stop sign!! Glass shattered everywhere, including on the man who was waiting at the stop! He wasn't hurt, but obviously shaken. That definitely woke me up! After that happened, they brought us a new bus and she made me take the wheel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That experience with her driving all crazy though made me think...It would be advisable for commercial drivers to go through better training when they get CDLs. I'm not saying that all CDL holders are nuts. But I've experienced some pretty crappy bus driving. There are some drivers who accelerate really quick and then slam on their brakes to stop. There's drivers who just pull into bus stops too deep, and eventually shatter mirrors. It makes me grateful, and I think gives me an advantage, that Holland America gives their Driver Guides such good training. Or maybe it's the fact that one of the most important aspects of being a tour driver is always having the comfort of the passenger in mind. It's stressed to us that you should always Feather Brake, and to take turns slow and to not jar the people on the coach. Plus, you have to keep in mind that even though time is an issue, passenger safety is an even bigger concern. You shouldn't let your rush to keep time, endanger the passengers you're carrying.  Even if you're running late, it's better to be late than dead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I'm also famous. I hate to say it but I'm kind of a big deal. People KNOW me. Haha. Seriously though, I guess being a cute, young, girl bus driver from Alaska gets people talking. I had a passenger the other day get off at the Metro (Washington DC's train system, not unlike the subway), turn around and say to me "Oh! You're the one from Alaska!". It was funny because I wondered who she heard it from, but I guess one of the other drivers mentioned something. Similar experience have happened to me before. People are always so impressed or intrigued that such a young girl drives buses. The more I have thought about it, the more appealing it is in some ways, to just drive a bus the rest of my life. The pay is really good (I'm starting at $16/hr, while the veteran drivers I'm sure make way more) and it's a good skill to have incase I need a fallback. The only thing though, is that I don't want to turn into those leathery, old bus drivers. I've seen the women who drive the buses and they all LOOK like bus drivers. Sun damaged skin, wrinkles everywhere, scraggly hair, frumpy oversized clothing, bus driver butt (you know what I'm talking about ;). If I do end up driving buses a lot, I REFUSE to turn into one of those creepy drivers. I will stay as fashionable as I can (for a bus driver) and will make sure I don't get fat or ruin my skin with sun damage and wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came up with a short list of "You know you're a bus driver when...." things and I thought I would share. So without further ado... (this comes from both my experience in Alaska and here in Fairfax)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're a Bus Driver/Driver Guide When...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) While it may not be the most direct way to go, you find yourself driving to places following your bus route when you're off duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You pass a historical site, and suddenly feel the urge to narrate and tell people about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) As you drive through intersections (while off-duty), the booming "announcer man voice" plays in your head "Now approaching Fairfax Circle" or wherever you happen to be at the time (this happens to me, and makes me sad, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) After driving in the bus and getting into your car, you watch your mirrors extensively and make sure you don't hit anything with your "tail-swing" (tail swing is virtually non-existant in a car/compact SUV/mini-van)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You wish you had or actually have convex mirrors on your personal car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You give your car a mini-pre trip before you leave in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, that's all for now. This bus job is kicking my butt as far as sleep goes and being tired. In Alaska, I never really had a problem getting up in the morning for work. Probably because it never felt like work. I was surviving on an average of 6 hours a night and it didn't bother me. But now, I'm getting up sometimes at 4:15 am! Luckily, next week I'll be working afternoon routes so it won't be as hard. I am NOT a morning person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-7663059766505039037?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7663059766505039037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=7663059766505039037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7663059766505039037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7663059766505039037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know-youre-bus-driver-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;re a Bus Driver When...'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S1jMQjOGo3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/lyiIA7Ou61E/s72-c/cuebus01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-7629690921907269466</id><published>2010-01-08T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:13:52.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REI is cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WOW anonymous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic sucks'/><title type='text'>The Last 9 Months Can't Be Contained In One Post...</title><content type='html'>Look at me! I'm on a roll! Two posts in two days!! I guess I must be bored. Abby and Trent left to go back to Texas, and I have yet another day off. Well, actually it's more like half a day off since I'll be working at 6pm. It was really sad for me to see them go. They've been keeping me company for the last month and it's a hard adjustment. It was fun to have them around. We got to do all sorts of fun things. We actually went shopping a lot, mostly because of Christmas. I almost dread the holiday season here in Fairfax. The traffic is TERRIBLE. After living in Alaska with barely any traffic and Skagway not even having stop lights, it's a huge change. It takes forever to get anywhere around here! One day, Abby, Trent and I went to Tyson's Corner Mall which is about a 20 minute drive under normal circumstances. Driving there wasn't bad, a little traffic but not much delay. Well on our return trip home, it was 'rush hour' and a 20 minute drive took 3 hours!! I had to break out my GPS to find a back road way to get home in order to avoid taking the highway. As a general rule though, here in Fairfax, traffic is generally just bad. Some days are better than other days, but it usually just takes longer to get places. A lot of times it's just because the traffic lights take forever. You can wait at some of them for as long as 5 minutes! Not to mention the crazy drivers too! Some people just shouldn't be allowed to drive. I'm a firm believer that when someone renews their license they should have to retake the written exam too. It would force people to refresh their memories on how to drive properly. For example, just yesterday I almost had an accident with another car as I was turning out of a shopping center. I was at a red light and looking to turn right. It was a double-lane road and my turning lane was clear, so I began to make my turn. Out of the blue, a car in the left lane, decided to change lanes &lt;i&gt;in the intersection&lt;/i&gt; and almost side-swiped me. The driver then proceeded to honk at me! Now I will admit, that if the result had been an accident, it probably would've been my fault. BUT people are always in such a hurry, trying to weave in and out of traffic that it poses unnecessary danger to others. Had the other driver waited until he'd gotten out of the intersection BEFORE changing lanes, a possible accident could've been averted. One other thing I've noticed about the drivers here in VA that I haven't noticed anywhere else is their turning methods. So say you're turning left onto a road with two lanes going in each direction. Are you not supposed to turn into the innermost (i.e. left) lane? Then if you need to, you may merge into the outer (right) lane? Well apparently, people here in VA do it backwards. It's nothing horribly dangerous I suppose, but it's a little thing that irks me. I'm a professional driver, so I guess driving flaws are more noticeable to me than to other people. Moving on...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an early Christmas present, Trent gifted me WoW and bought my first months subscription. He had tried getting Abby into it, but she didn't really like it. I was his next recruit. So I started playing, and I must admit, I still don't really see the point of it BUT it is a pretty fun game. I haven't decided whether or not I will pay the $15/month to keep playing, but I'm tempted. I guess it depends on how much time I'll have to play. Once both jobs kick in, I'll potentially be working 7 days a week. I won't be able to play in Alaska at all since the game runs on Internet and Skagway Internet would not be able to run the game fast enough. I guess we'll see, but I suggest everyone should at least try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Christmas was over, came the New Year! I can't believe it's 2010! I remember when 2000 rolled around! All the silly hype about Y2K! How people thought all the computers would crash with the Y2K virus. Or that they wouldn't be able to calculate the year 2000. I remember my Dad had to stay at work that night to monitor the computer systems and so me, my sister and my Mom all went to his office. We brought our traditional New Years party snacks and celebrated 2000 in the conference room. How things have changed! I was 12 years old then, barely even knew how to navigate the internet and now here I am about to turn 23!! Gosh I'm getting old! I wonder if I would have admired myself back then, if I knew how I would turn out in 10 years? I wonder how my life will be when the year turns 2020? As for my projects these next few months, I need to get back on my diet. I've kept off the 20 pounds I lost last winter, but I think I need to drop another 20 pounds or so. I also need to start saving money in order to buy a car to take to Alaska. In the Fall, I plan on returning to school somewhere. I'm considering Western Washington University if I can get in. If not then I'll either try a community college or do Independent Study through BYU. I doubt I'll be returning to Virginia or the East Coast for awhile. I love the East, but I need a change of scenery to decide where I really want to be. I'd obviously like to graduate college, but I really want to move up with REI and eventually become a store manager. We'll see where the wind takes me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-7629690921907269466?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7629690921907269466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=7629690921907269466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7629690921907269466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7629690921907269466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-9-months-cant-be-contained-in-one.html' title='The Last 9 Months Can&apos;t Be Contained In One Post...'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-111579743594031794</id><published>2010-01-07T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:41:54.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juneau sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy trails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska'/><title type='text'>Harassment Pays Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yet again, I've been harassed to write a new blog entry. I'm terrible at writing frequent entries, unless I have something interesting to write about. I guess this time I'll just make some updates as to what I've been doing for the last 9 months....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off I went back to Alaska for 5 months. It was a total blast as usual! I was so happy to be back. Skagway has almost become my real home. The second the plane landed, I felt immense relief and happiness to be back where I belong. It was cool going back as a second year driver too. I started out doing local tours again, but then I got roped into doing highway tours since they were short on drivers and I knew how to run them. In the '08 season, I tried doing highway and hated it. I didn't like leaving all the time and living out of a suitcase. This year however, since most of my good buddies (i.e. Helen and Donnie) didn't come back to AK, I didn't mind leaving. Not to mention, the local Skagway drivers weren't getting as many hours this season as we had been getting in '08 so I made more money there, plus WAY more money in tips! I've realized that local tours are too inconsistent as far as tips go. One week you could do really well, the next week you could get totally stiffed. Highway is much better since you're spending multiple days with your passengers, resulting in a better relationship, resulting with them giving you more money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After highway was over, I was stuck in Skagway for a month doing local tours which kinda sucked money wise, but was fun to enjoy the town. I got to hang out more with some friends I hadn't seen much all summer, plus go hiking up to the glaciers too!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Glaciers are gorgeous! Especially when they're sporting an OM NOM NOM cave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0ZfIQaJ_xI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kOxAK7IjQPg/s200/IMG_3389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424127396662607634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In August, my parents came to visit also!! They were there for about a week. I only got to see them for like 3 days since I still had to run my highway tours. But they did a bunch of tours, and got to see where we all hang out. Plus, they were able to ride on one of my highway tours partway up to Whitehorse. It was fun having them onboard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mom, Dad and I on a bike tour down the White Pass!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0ZcEXzbBoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eenZeHnIY1g/s1600-h/IMG_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0ZcEXzbBoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eenZeHnIY1g/s200/IMG_1317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424124031393269378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the season was over, Bethany and I decided to take the ferry from Skagway to Bellingham, WA. The managers shut down employee housing early, so we had to take an early ferry out of Skagway to Juneau. We were in Juneau for 3 days! It ended up being a LONG time in Juneau since we didn't have a car and were restricted to the downtown area. Now you may think that there would be plenty of things to do in Juneau, but the tourist season was practically over so most of the attractions were closed, had limited hours or were only open on the weekend. Plus downtown Juneau, while historical, was basically like Skagway on steroids with a McDonald's thrown in. None of the shops we came across were unique (most stores had a location in Skagway too) and it was all the same touristy merchandise I'd seen a billion times in Skagway. Below is a picture of Juneau from the mountain top:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0ZWSURiXgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/10l2n7qLx0Y/s200/IMG_1376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424117673894239746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after an eternally long time in Juneau, it was time for the eternally long ferry ride to Bellingham!! Luckily, a couple other friends joined me and Bethany for the ride. The ride was basically 3 days and 3 nights!! We had plenty of en&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tertainment though. We had both bought a couple TV seasons to watch, and I loaded my iPhone up with games to play. During the ride, the ferry stops at lots of towns as it makes its way to Bellingham, so we had plenty of opportunity to get off. Plus we got to see more of Southeast Alaska. We stopped in Sitka, Petersburg, and Ketchikan. All of them just like Skagway! Haha. But the ride was gorgeous and I got to take a lot of pictures!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The wake from the ferry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0Zacuwe82I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rp_NRzgLiZk/s200/IMG_3490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424122250848564066" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunrise on the Ferry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0ZacGDzIyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TxB0oopxiuM/s200/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424122239923725090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whales!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0Zac37KdtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rntgyeKbVyE/s200/IMG_3532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424122253309277906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the ferry ride, Bethany and I arrived in Bellingham and got picked up by our friend Chelsea, who was also in Alaska with us. She gave us the tour around town. Showed us the hotspots, and we met up with Rose, another co-worker from Alaska. It was fun to be back in civilization! We went to a movie, got to eat real food and enjoy real shops!! We went out to this place called Larabee Park. It looked a lot like The Point in Skagway with similar landscape and views. I didn't want to leave Skagway at all, so it kinda made me homesick. But we found some starfish in the water which was so cool!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0Zd3xX-xMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MB_ddKVYLm4/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0Zd3xX-xMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MB_ddKVYLm4/s200/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424126013942449346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after 3 days in B-ham, Bethany and I rode the bus to Seattle and went our separate ways. Well actually, we both went to the same place (Baltimore) but my flight was later in the day. I decided this winter that I would live at home to save money, so here I am in Fairfax, VA. I'd thought about the idea of possibly just collecting unemployment for the winter, but then I'd really have nothing to do to occupy my time. So I ended up getting a job at REI, which if you don't know, is an outdoor sporting goods store. It's kinda like the Nordstrom of sporting goods. It's a really awesome place to work!! The company is on the "Fortune 500 Top 100 Companies to Work For" list and it's easy to see why. Not only do they help provide health insurance (even for part-time employees), but they give you great discounts on gear. I get 30% off gear I buy from REI, except for the actual REI brand gear which I get 50% off. I can also buy directly from the manufacturer's for an even better discount (more commonly known as ProDeal). ProDealing is addicting because it's usually 60-75% off the retail price. Since REI is just part-time, I also got a job driving buses for a public transportation company. I'm still in training for that job though, since it took awhile for all the logistics to be completed. But it pays $16 an hour and it's a good filler job for extra money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now that's its after the holidays, it'll be good to settle down for a few months. Abby and Trent were here for almost a month. They leave tomorrow :(. And in 3.5 months, I'll be going back to Alaska!! I'm planning on driving up this year. My world was shattered a few months ago when I found out that HAPA has decided to only run highway out of Fairbanks this year! It's a terrible decision if you ask me, and now I will be reduced to only doing local tours in Skagway. But I'm hoping with a car, that I'll be able to enjoy Alaska more and be able to travel more too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-111579743594031794?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/111579743594031794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=111579743594031794' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/111579743594031794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/111579743594031794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/harassment-pays-off.html' title='Harassment Pays Off'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0ZfIQaJ_xI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kOxAK7IjQPg/s72-c/IMG_3389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-3241781927405454596</id><published>2009-04-01T23:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:15:58.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helen is rude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska'/><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure some of you have been clamoring for a new blog post of mine. Not that my life is super exciting. Nothing much is new lately. I'm still in New York but there's a light at the end of the tunnel to end my monotonous past 6 months. I'm leaving in about a week to go home to DC!! I will be in DC for about 2 weeks, and will then fly to Utah. I will be in Utah to visit Abby and Trent (even though they're coming to AK also) for a couple days and will then ride on the company buses to Seattle. Then it's only a short 3 hours flying to Skagway!! Woo-who!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did have a bit of bad new today though. My friend Helen was going to come up after she found out she wasn't getting this internship she applied for. So I was all excited, but then she tells me today that she did get the internship after all, and will be doing that instead. Now don't get me wrong, I am super excited for her to have this opportunity (and it's in Germany!) but I was so disappointed to put it mildly. But then I remembered my other friend Amber who is coming up! I've known her for 8 years from middle school. A couple months ago out of the blue, she asked about Alaska and said she'd be interested in coming up this summer. So I sent her a bunch of links to jobs in Skagway and she was hired by one last week! So as much as I'll miss Helen, it'll be fun to hang with Amber (who I also haven't seen in a good 2-3 years).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right now I'm just working on getting ready to go. I need to start a packing list of stuff to bring, which I think will mostly be clothing. I thought about bringing beauty/personal stuff, but figured I can get most everything in Skagway or have it shipped so why waste the luggage space? OH! And I got a matching rolling duffel bag that goes with this cute plaid duffel I got in AK last summer so now I have matching luggage!! I know that's super dorky, but it's cute and I don't have to tie some stupid ribbon on my suitcases cause they're so individual! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you go back in my blog about a year, you might find a post on weight loss. Well needless to say I caved and quit the diet before I went to Alaska. Well since I've been in New York and have had nothing else to do, I started my own program in February and have since lost 15 pounds! I basically just count calories, nothing fancy. I use the WebMD website for help and reference and it's been going really well! I realized today that my conviction towards being healthy has been helped along by the fact that I don't do much besides babysitting my niece so all my energy goes into this diet. I've been exercising more, and feeling so much better. The only downfall (which is actually a good thing also) is that all my clothing has gotten to big and I've had to buy new stuff. And this leads me into my secret that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to allot some of my Alaska earnings and go on a shopping spree after I get home in the Fall!! I'm going to need new jeans, and all sorts of things. Plus I would like to buy a little bit of jewelry and want to get a couple things from Tiffanys. Yea I know, I'm splurging lol. My goal right now is to lose about 6-8 more pounds before I leave for AK, and then continue my goal once I get there. So cross your fingers for real this time! Cause I might need it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year in AK is going to be so much more fun I think. My friends and I have plans to go camping (among the bears and moose) and I want to go to Whitehorse more often. And my goal this year is to see those elusive Aurora!! Three of my friends are going to have cars, so I think we'll have to make trips up to Dawson City more often. That's where the lights are mostly seen. I really need to see them this year! I'm also toying with the idea to visit Juneau more often. At least go down once. It's a 3-hour ferry ride and they do whale watching there. That's also something I'd like to see one of these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you go. A basic summary of what's going on. I don't feel like sharing anymore, so go away. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-3241781927405454596?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3241781927405454596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=3241781927405454596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/3241781927405454596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/3241781927405454596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-1378950058261519113</id><published>2009-02-06T21:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:46:27.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harrison Ford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palin is bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska'/><title type='text'>Indie Wears Salomon Hiking Boots</title><content type='html'>Far away from any major civilization in Southeast Alaska, lies the small town of Skaguay. Skagway was a famous port town during the 1898 Klondike Gold Rush, which supposedly is quite well known (though I had never heard about it). Hundreds of thousands of men came up to this remote place to find the supposed gold that lay hidden 500 miles north in the deserted Yukon Territory. Only a few found wealth, the rest died on the treacherous trail, or came back empty handed.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was then, this is now. Today, Skaguay is a bustling tourist town. Visited daily by cruise ships sailing around the better ports in Alaska, toting old fogies around who have saved all their lives on order to take this trip. Coming to Alaska is said to be the adventure of a lifetime. About 500,000 people come each season, and it is quite the unique place. Which brings me to my purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, I was off work, hanging out, minding my own business when my friend Bethany tells me that apparently Harrison Ford was visiting the town. With him was longtime girlfriend Calista Flockheart and her son. I was a little intrigued. I'd heard about famous people coming to Skaguay to visit, for example Kevin Bacon, but I never thought I would be here when some random celeb showed up. Bethany however, wanted to search for Mr. Ford, and I agreed just out of curiosity to see if we could actually find him. All we knew was that he had flown his own plane into town, and was out and about. We found out that he had ridden the White Pass and Yukon Route train, but had since gone on his merry way. We hoped maybe he would pop into some of the shops, and since downtown Skaggs isn't that large (one street about 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0 blocks long), it seemed we'd be able to find him easily. So we went up one side of the street, then down the other with no luck. Bethany had the idea that maybe he had stopped in the Skagway Brewing Company for a drink (or to try their famous Spruce Tip Ale), so we went in that direction. We arrived at the Brew Co. and got a drink, and looked around the room, but saw nothing. After about an hour of searching for the elusive man, we gave up and headed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After arriving home, my other friend Donald said he wanted to buy some rock climbing gear, and so I decided to go with him. By now I'm pretty sure every person who lived in Skaguay had heard he was in town, and a few people had gotten pictures of him, but I doubted I would run into him. So Donnie and I went over to The Mountain Shop which sells more rugged camping and outdoor gear, including rock climbing harnesses and shoes. After looking at their selection, I was wandering around the store, when who should walk in, but Mr. Indiana Jones himself!! I couldn't believe it! It took me a second to realize it was him, he was sporting a beard and sunglasses as well as one of those hats with the big brim around it, one would wear in the sun or for water activities (see below):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/SY0xzY52JWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2WjH4Zh7rQ8/s200/PEA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299947095413106018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once I had gotten over the shock of seeing Harrison Ford in this little town, I immediately sent a message to Bethany to get her butt over to The Mountain Shop ASAP! Donnie and I continued to watch him covertly, and overheard he was in the store looking for socks. The ones he had on were giving him blisters or something. So we watched as he went into the dressing room at the store and started trying them on. The sales guy asked him what kind of boots he wore and Indie said they were Salomon. I was kinda surprised because I never thought Salomon's were all that good of a brand. But to each his own I guess. Bethany arrived and joined us. At one point, I was standing in line to purchase something and Mr. Indiana Jones himself was right in front of me making his purchase of socks. I really wanted his credit card receipt but couldn't get it of course. I never got the courage to talk to him, partially because I didn't want to annoy him, but I wish I had said something. After he left, everyone was just like "Um did Harrison Ford really just come in here?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day, I had to work and we heard that Harrison was still in town, but that it was his last day. I didn't expect to see him again, but just as I was driving out of town with a tour group, who should I see walking on the sidewalk was Mr. Ford (with Calista) yet again! I really wanted to say something to my group, but by the time I realized it was him we had already gone past and it was too late. And then that was that. He flew out that evening to who knows where. And that my friends is my brush with a major celeb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-1378950058261519113?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1378950058261519113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=1378950058261519113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/1378950058261519113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/1378950058261519113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/02/indie-wears-salomon-hiking-boots.html' title='Indie Wears Salomon Hiking Boots'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/SY0xzY52JWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2WjH4Zh7rQ8/s72-c/PEA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-7860048648403892141</id><published>2009-02-02T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:48:39.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>So once every two years, I get the exciting opportunity to pick out a new cell phone. With all the abundance of new models, I often have a hard time choosing which one to get. Do I go for something more stylish? Something with more function? Blackberry? LG? Samsung? What to do?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started when I was about 14 years old. The cell phone was just starting to become mainstream, in that the normal person could get a cellular phone instead of just corporate big-wigs. A few of my friends had gotten them, and I wanted one soooooo bad!! I would search constantly on Amazon for cool phones I wanted. I knew my parents would never let me do one with a contract, and it was then I discovered the pay-as-you-go plans. I think it was AT&amp;amp;T who first cam up with the GO Phone, where you could pay as little as $10 for a card with 30 minutes of talk time. At 14, I knew I would never use a lot of minutes, I would mainly use the phone for emergencies or incase I needed to stay after school for some reason. So I saved my money and I began to prepare a list of the pros to having a cell phone to convince my parents. Then luck struck! Amazon was running a deal where I could get a prepaid phone for free with rebates!! It was a few weeks before my birthday, so that in addition with my "pros" list, my parents went ahead and ordered the phone for me as a present. I was so excited the day it arrived! I assembled everything and the next morning my mom called AT&amp;amp;T to get it activated! I was the proud new owner of a cell phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, a couple years later when my sister left for college, my parents decided to get cell phones for us all on a family plan on Verizon Wireless. I got the popular Motorola "bean" phone. It was so awesome. I discovered how to text and I didn't have to do the silly prepaid thing any more. After a year though I started to get bored with it, my sister having gotten a COLOR screen phone (that was the new technology then), and I decided I wanted to upgrade too. My sister had somehow convinced the Verizon guys to let her upgrade early. I wasn't so lucky and had to buy mine on Ebay (the LG VX6000) for a lot of money. But I was content to have one of the coolest phones on the market, and I loved it. Then a year after that I left for college and got to upgrade again. This time it was an Audiovox flip phone. I liked it for two weeks, then I hated it. It was super bulky and not really any better than my LG, so I got another new phone on Ebay which was also an Audiovox, but much more streamlined. It was a good phone. Even more technology advances were made over that time in phones like the addition of MP3 players, higher megapixel cameras, and improved internet. I was excellent at texting, people were always commenting on how fast my fingers flew around the key pad. I began researching the phones I would get to replace my Audiovox and I really wanted to stick with LG. LG had already served me well, their phones are good quality and hold up well. It was still a hard choice since most phones all had the same features. But I ended up with the LG VX8700 which I've kept the whole two years. I've never had any complaints with it, and never got bored which was a problem with phones I had before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now the time has arrived for me to get another new phone. Now the technology is focusing around touch screens. The hot phone of the moment was the Apple iPhone which was an iPod, phone and internet device rolled into one. I wouldn't mind getting and iPhone, but I hate AT&amp;amp;T so until Verizon carries it I won't get it. But I liked the idea of a touch screen, and was all set on trying out the LG Dare, which was definitely not at the same level as the iPhone, but seemed pretty cool anyway. I'd always wanted to get a Blackberry also, but didn't want to spend an extra $30 a month for the higher plan. But then news reached my ears about this new Blackberry coming out that was a touch screen phone, the Blackberry Storm. I was super excited to see it. The touch screen was different than any other phone. Instead of tapping the screen, you actually pushed down on it, which sounded really cool to me. It was said to be the iPhone killer, which while it competes there will always be those diehard loyal fanatics who will never let the iPhone die anyway. But after reading Cnet.com's review and user reviews I wasn't sure about the Storm. It was released to early in order to make the Christmas market and therefore had/has some bugs. But reading more and more reviews it seems like the bugs have been worked out. Apparently it has a slow accelerometer and the camera sucks. Fortunately, though Verizon has a 30 day policy to choose a phone, so if I don't like it I'll get the LG Dare. But I think it'll really be useful in Alaska with internet. I pay $60/month for limited megabyte, slow as molasses internet. With a Blackberry I'll pay $30 extra on my phone bill with almost full browsing capabilities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the point of this blog isn't really a review of the Storm, just mainly a chronicle of people's enthusiasm for new technology. And if you think I'm bad, remember there are millions that are a million times worse! Those weird "techies" who constantly have to have the most current hot electronic toy. I remember when portable CD players were all the rage and when the iPod came out I thought it was stupid. I figured, what's the big deal about carrying around a folder of CD's? HA! How wrong I was! It's amazing to see my 100+ selection of CD's shrunk down into a pocket size device! I currently have 1,951 songs, which averages out to over 150 CD's! And now we have cell phones that take pictures, shoot video, play music, browse the internet, give us directions, look up nearby restaurants, and more. Amazing isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-7860048648403892141?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7860048648403892141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=7860048648403892141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7860048648403892141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7860048648403892141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/02/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-5836932825111140819</id><published>2009-01-24T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:21:12.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m a winner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska'/><title type='text'>Photo Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/SXt4MhDYGmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eDyJJAGkcuw/s1600-h/IMG_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/SXt4MhDYGmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eDyJJAGkcuw/s400/IMG_0085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294957943330445922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So if you hadn't heard, I recently won a photo contest! The contest was from the White Pass and Yukon Route train company. The WPYR is the train in Skagway, AK where I work in the summer. So basically they have this contest that runs to the end of each year and anyone can submit photos of the train or having to do with the train. There are 10 winners each year and the winning photos are used in publications and advertisement for the company. So I submitted a few photos and low and behold one of them was chosen as a winner(see picture above)!! The link to the winner page is below, as well as a link to a page where they are already using my photo(it's pretty easy to spot)! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://wpyr.com/multimedia/photocontest.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://wpyr.com/brochures/english.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-5836932825111140819?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5836932825111140819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=5836932825111140819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/5836932825111140819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/5836932825111140819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-contest.html' title='Photo Contest'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/SXt4MhDYGmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eDyJJAGkcuw/s72-c/IMG_0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-956783284655756289</id><published>2009-01-21T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:25:13.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m intimidated by living in NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hormones suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate pubes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama rocks my socks'/><title type='text'>Gripe Session</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that I need to write something new in my blog. Apparently people are tired of reading about my hair fiasco (you know who you are). So in an attempt to keep things fresh I am going to tell you all about my recent escapades.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really though, my life isn't super exciting. Yes I am still in New York City where I plan on staying until a couple weeks before I go to Alaska in April. I'm still babysitting a few days a week for my sister and I have also added one day a week babysitting for someone else. The real excitement came in December when I found a job in a photo store on Craig's List. I got a call the next day after emailing my resume, and went in for the interview. It went well, the guy said when I got back into the city after Christmas, to call him and he'd have me come in. So after the holidays I called him up and oddly, he hardly even remembered me. After sort of an awkward convo, he said he'd call me when they needed someone, and so a week later I was happy to get a call from him. I went in a few days later and began to train for the job. It was a lot to remember at first, but I got the hang of it after the first day. The job didn't seem so bad, until the owner of the store came back from vacation. The owner is Hungarian and apparently doesn't like it when people stand around...ever. You constantly have to be doing something, otherwise he'll yell at you for not doing anything. I learned that I needed to look busy every time he came around and when he was occupied with something else I could relax. I took to hiding in the basement, anally reorganizing all the printer inks just so I wasn't in his overly watchful eye. After the third day working there however, my manager (the guy who originally interviewed me) hadn't given me any sort of schedule, he just said to call the following week and we'd talk. So I called, and they didn't need me during the week, but might need me Saturday. So I called again on Friday (today) and was told they were covered and to call back Monday. Well needless to say, I've gotten pretty fed up with it all. I realize I'm in a "trial" period, but if they really need someone, wouldn't they want to use me? So I'm honestly debating whether or not to even call back on Monday or just focus on getting another job. It's hard though because since I work most of the week babysitting, I really just need a job on the weekends and it's hard to find such a job. So my best bet right now is to work on getting a couple extra babysitting jobs to fill in a little. I mean this whole ordeal with the camera store has just been odd. The manager dude hasn't trained me in anything(some fellow employees have shown me some of what I need to know), hasn't told me any store protocol, rules, or told me what the pay periods are. Yes I should ask (especially after all this time has gone by), but I shouldn't have to ask, as proper training should go over that kind of thing. But no, I get nothing, nada, zip. Maybe deep down, I don't want to work there. It is rather stressful with that Hungarian dude running around. And to be honest the only thing I've missed from this job is the money I could be making. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, I just want to say how happy I am to finally have a competent president in office!! Woo! I had tears in my eyes the whole time (which reminds me of something else I need to talk about...more below). I feel so much more positive about our country and where we will end up after Obama makes positive changes. I think the whole country is happier (well the Dems at least). Although, the 'pubes probably aren't happy anyway. It's so pathetic that people are still complaining about Obama being president. GET OVER IT!! He's president whether you like him or not. Unless he screws up big time and gets impeached, he's not going anywhere! I for one am excited to see that he's already making changes (tax breaks anyone?). I honestly don't get the logic that conservatives have for being conservative. It just doesn't make sense to me. Even celebrities who make tons of money, and pay more in taxes under liberal reigns support him. For example, Oprah will be paying about $9 million more in taxes than she does now with Obama, but if McCain had won, she'd be paying like $8 million LESS. So obviously, Obama's got some pretty good views for our country if people are willing to pay that much more in taxes (even though $9 million is probably pocket change to Oprah). Oh and while I'm on the subject of politics, can I just say how much I hate Ann Coulter? Seriously, if you've ever listened to her speak, you come out of it with no understanding of what she was talking about. She has this new book basically saying that single-motherhood is the main cause of people to commit crimes. I was watching a clip of her on The View a few days ago, and basically if you argue with her, she just shouts over you and you can never get a word in. I'm pretty sure that's her tactic. That's probably how she gets book deals, she'll just talk over the publisher until they give in. I mean, what dumbo actually buys her books and agrees with her? Like that one she wrote called "Godless" about the women of 9/11 who lost husbands, and Miss Ugly 'Pube claims they're exploiting their loss to make money? Well what are you doing Miss Coulter, if not exploiting 9/11?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least, remember when I said I was teary eyed during the Inauguration? Well it reminded me of something. I've been thinking about this for some time, but the last few years I get all misty-eyed over everything. And I wondered what is different that all of a sudden I'm all emotional all the time? Well I just chalk it up to hormones and stupid puberty that even makes my eyes water at some cheesy, tug-at-your-heart-strings commercial. Hormones that make me cry like a baby at the end of the 4th and 5th Harry potter movies (and the 6th and 7th books). Seriously, wtf? For Pete's sake, don't mention anything sad to me, ever!! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that, my friends is the end of my random blog. If I remember, I will try to post something a little more thought out and interesting. But now it's late, and I'm going to bed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-956783284655756289?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/956783284655756289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=956783284655756289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/956783284655756289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/956783284655756289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/01/gripe-session.html' title='Gripe Session'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-5139651068832664251</id><published>2008-12-05T16:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:26:41.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color out of a box is bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people are immature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama rocks my socks'/><title type='text'>A Happy Sight!</title><content type='html'>So I don't think I ever mentioned my hair fiasco. What a mistake! If you hadn't heard already, I now have like dirty blonde, reddish hair. This is of course entirely my fault. See, one day my mom and I went to this outlet mall. We went over to the J. Crew outlet, and one of the sales girl's had a nice shade of blonde hair. My mom commented about how nice it was, and the girl told us what color she used. Just Loreal Preference out of the box. It was a nice shade, and I figured it would look good on me. So a couple days later at Wal-mart, I made the decision that I would try it. As most know, I already have light blonde hair, so this dye was mainly supposed to lighten it a little more. I took the dye home, and immediately got to work. I followed the directions carefully, and should've noticed when my hair was lightening up that it was turning a weird color. It was kinda a yellow, with an orange cast to it. I hoped it was just the dye and not my actual hair color. When I rinsed out the dye and dried my hair I saw this icky blonde color on my head. No, I wasn't the victim of blonde turned complete orange, but my hair just didn't look good. It was like someone had taken a yellow crayon and colored my hair with it. Needless to say, I was not happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I suffered the next day, wishing I hadn't ever dyed it. I will admit that one thing I've loved is my hair. It's always soft and it was the prettiest color blonde. So became the obsession to get it back to the natural color. And because I wanted to make matters worse, I went and bought a dye stripping kit, which is basically bleach. So after applying that my hair then was completely bleach blonde. I did purchase another dye kit which was close to my natural color and planned on using it. But after I bleached my hair, I didn't want to mess it up even further. So I made an appointment that day to go to a salon and get it corrected. I didn't know how much it would cost, but I was hoping no more than $150. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My colorist met with me and I was wearing a hat over my poor hair. I felt so bad for it! :( I brought a photo of what my hair used to be like, but it was a 4 year old photo from my senior pictures. She was shocked at my transformation, but got to work. First she did highlights, and then did a base color to darken my hair. Afterwards, she did some sort of toner shampoo, and then a quick trim. All this I still hoped wasn't going to be a ton of money. After she blew it dry, it definitely still wasn't the right color. It was a light brown with lighter brown highlights. I wasn't super happy with it, but it was a million times better than the damage I had done to it. But to add insult to injury when she rang me up, it came to $250!! I was just thinking "why the heck is it so much!?". But I thought it out (and I still feel she kinda ripped me off, or at least took advantage of my plight) and she charged me for the color, highlights, and the toner wash. Plus she charged me for a full hair cut, when it was only a trim. But whatever, I'm still kinda ticked and I have a theory. While she was working on me, she was talking to a bunch of co-workers about some new commissions system the salon had implemented. Like the more money you do in services, the more commission you get at a higher percentage. And to be honest I think that's why she did all that extra stuff. I should've asked what she would do before she did it, but she just went ahead and did all these extras things without even asking. So let's just say I learned my lesson to always ask, because she totally took advantage of my sad condition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the reason I'm writing this blog anyway is because since my hair actually grows pretty fast, I can already see my roots and original hair coming through!! My hair now is still much darker than my original color, but it has lightened up quite a bit after washing it several times (and with the help of shampooing with Dawn dish liquid). But what I think I will do is let it grow out as long as I can, and then go to a salon (or hair school so it's cheaper) and have them match my original color. I still greatly regret ever messing with my hair. But I've made the mistake now, and as soon as it's back to the original color I will never mess with it again, except for getting occasional highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to write about something else, but my niece is now covered with cracker goo and a total mess. I must attend to her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok now she's all cleaned up. Onto the next subject. Well, more like a rant and soap-box, or just venting. So recently, I've again been blasted for supporting Obama, who has won the presidency. I am very grateful and happy that he will be calling the shots. But I'm sick of people still badgering me about it. The episode occurred on Facebook and knowing how that works, you put up a status about what you are doing or thinking at the time. Well I said I was grateful for Obama and a while later received a very rude comment from someone I thought was my friend. I was shocked that he would even say such a thing especially because he's Mormon and shouldn't use words like that. Anywho, he said I was stupid to support Obama because he doesn't think more government in our lives is good. But you know what? The election is over people! Obama is going to be the next president whether you like it or not, so get OVER it!! Obviously, the current administration and Republican method is not working for us right now. We need change. Someone has to step in and take control, because things are spinning out of control! Ok I'm done now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-5139651068832664251?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5139651068832664251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=5139651068832664251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/5139651068832664251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/5139651068832664251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-sight.html' title='A Happy Sight!'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-6900136620010535503</id><published>2008-12-03T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:48:40.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I got CDL skills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job searching sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='East Coast rocks my socks'/><title type='text'>Just an update of my boringness....</title><content type='html'>I'm bored right now so I decided to blog something. Although I guess the previous blog pretty much sums up what I've been up to. But let's see...I got back yesterday from the Thanksgiving weekend. Like I'm sure you all know, I've been in NYC right now, so everyone went to my parents house for the holiday in Washington DC. Man, I love that city! It's just so full of history and those freakin' awesome monuments? How cool are they? Don't even get me started on Philly. And Boston is cool too. I mean the whole East Coast rocks hard core! This is where our country started folks!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok moving on from my love affair of the East, but the weekend was pretty fun. I was able to get kabobs twice, but still have yet to go to Ravi Kabob which is the family favorite. Maybe over Christmas we can go there. We also went to this place in DC called the Eastern Market, which is this big outdoor market with vendors who sell everything from produce, meats, and cheese to rugs, artwork and jewelery. It was a pretty cool place! Afterwards, we went to this new burger place called Ray's. It's so under the radar that they don't even have a sign outside the joint to advertise what it is. But basically, this chef who owns a steak restaurant next door decided to open a gourmet burger place. So they sell 10 oz. burgers and then you get a side of your choice. They don't do fries, but you can get potato chips, coleslaw, etc. It was super good!! My sister and I shared a burger and got really good gourmet bleu cheese on it. Then I got these yummy kettle cooked chips that were Chesapeake Crab flavored. So that was good. And then there was this really cute guy who walked in with a couple friends who kept glancing at me. He was not only cute, but had gorgeous blue eyes! Oh man I nearly melted! lol what a dork I am. But now that place will always hold good memories for me, and hopefully if I ever return, maybe I'll see him again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I ended up staying in DC through Monday. My mom and I wanted to go get a Christmas Tree, but we ended up going to the National Zoo instead. You see, when I was in DC a couple weeks ago, my mom and I went to the Museum of Natural History and they have this wildlife photography exhibit sponsored by this lady, Windland Smith Rice, who is a famous wildlife photographer. It's really cool! My mom and I saw the 2007 exhibit last year and this was the new 2008 one. Basically, people submit their pictures of wildlife and the winners are displayed at the museum. So since then, it's been my goal to one day have a picture displayed in this exhibit. And that's why we decided to go to the Zoo. I would like to go many more times so I can increase my chances of a great shot. I got some good ones when I was there this time around, but nothing that would compare to what types of pictures are in this exhibit. I'm hoping the spring may be better as far as weather goes. Plus some animals don't go outside in the winter (like the elephants) so that will be better too as the elephants just stay behind their cages, and you can't have metal bars messing things up. I really hope that this year in Alaska, I can capture some great shots too. Especially the Northern Lights. That was the one thing I wanted to see, but the weather can be really hard to work with. It's almost always cloudy up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so then on Tuesday I got to utilize my CDL skills by driving a Penske truck up to New York City. My sister and brother-in-law had a bunch of furniture stored at my parents place that they wanted in NYC, and I got to drive it up. I'll admit it was a little freaky at first getting back in the saddle. Not so much driving the truck, but driving it in a much higher traffic area. And then I had to keep remembering that the truck was only 16' long as opposed to the buses I was driving which were 45' long. I kept thinking I needed more merging space than I really did. But all went well, and now I'm back in NYC for a bit. I still have yet to hear from any jobs. But I have now applied to some places in DC, and I think I will stay here until Christmas. I think I'll be able to scrape by until then. Like I've mentioned before, no Christmas gifts for anyone, but I think I'll have to do IOU's and wrap them or something. Whatever, I'm done blogging now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-6900136620010535503?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6900136620010535503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=6900136620010535503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/6900136620010535503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/6900136620010535503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-update-of-my-boringness.html' title='Just an update of my boringness....'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-8223041850656978328</id><published>2008-11-29T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:20:58.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m intimidated by living in NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Face addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job searching sucks'/><title type='text'>Stressed...</title><content type='html'>So I'm a little stressed right now! I've come back from the Land of Utah, and am now living in NYC for a short while. And yes now I have to enter the scary world of job hunting in New York. So far I've only been there a week, so I haven't had tons of opportunity to search for jobs. Although I did apply for a job at a place called the Container Store and thought for sure it would be a shoo-in. Well I guess you can't count on the fact that you have plenty of experience, to get you a job because a week later I was sent an email saying that "they didn't have any positions to discuss with me at this time". I wasn't quite sure how to take that...did they fill all the positions (but then why were they still accepting online applications?), or did they not think I was qualified? Well blah, blah, I didn't want to work there anyway! (Well actually I did, because I really need a job in order to buy christmas gifts for people, and it would've been fun) But after that I applied to the same store, different location and hopefully their HR person won't be such a dumbo. I have all this experience in retail and customer service!! Whatever, moving on...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice, but also hard to be applying to all these places online since I will soon have to call all these places to confirm they got my application. It is a cool feature to just be able to apply online though since right now I'm in Virginia for the Thanksgiving holidays and can't be running around in NYC collecting job applications. Although, some places don't accept online applications and I have to go get those. But just for my own record let me list all the places I've applied to online so far:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Verizon Wireless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Gap/Banana Repulic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Circuit City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Some place called Pylones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Buy Buy Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Apple Store (I really want this, I applied for like 4 different positions at all 3 NYC stores)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Bed, Bath and Beyond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Marriott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. The Container Store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea lots of applications filled out. I've basically memorized all my employment info including phone numbers and addresses. I still need to take an application over to J. Crew, because as of a week ago they were hiring, although now, who knows? I should've taken it over already. But I will admit, it's a little intimidating looking for jobs in NYC, or even living there. It's nice not having to worry about a car payment, or rent (I'm living with my sister and brother-in-law, and I babysit for them in exchange for rent). I've always loved visiting New York and just chillin' for a couple days, but it's a whole new ballgame living there. Now that the holidays are coming up, I won't have any money to buy gifts, if I don't get a job soon. I won't have any money for anything. So much for saving money in Alaska. I was able to earn enough for my digital SLR, and my Macbook and to pay off debt and stuff, but now I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel. (learned my lesson this season, don't get sucked into The North Face!) So if anyone has any more places I can apply to, feel free to suggest something. Oh and I've applied to three temp employment places (the temp employment is apparently slow right now, I assume because of the economy). I've also posted myself on Craig's List as a nanny/babysitter. I wish my harp skills were up to par and then I could hire myself out for weddings and stuff. But being that I was in Alaska for so long without a harp, and now my harp stays in Virginia with my parents, I have barely enough time to get up to speed on Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now it's late, and I didn't intend on staying up so long. I took the pleasure in coming up with the perfect blog address and had to change it. And then I had to write a new blog since I haven't written one in awhile. But now I must stop and go to bed...I think my dad is going to torture me tomorrow and get me up at like 8am &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-8223041850656978328?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8223041850656978328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=8223041850656978328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/8223041850656978328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/8223041850656978328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/11/stressed.html' title='Stressed...'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-7430722261907766700</id><published>2008-10-28T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:08:04.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canon is still better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikon sold out'/><title type='text'>NIKON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!</title><content type='html'>Recently watching TV I have been seeing a lot of Nikon commercials. It's that whole series endorsed by Ashton Kutcher. Now at first I liked them, but now I find them more and more annoying(the commerials, not so much the cameras...well maybe some of the cameras). And you know me, I'm constantly trying to protect the sanctity of cameras. &lt;div&gt;So when I first see the commercial for the new Nikon D90, it does sound like a good camera, 12 megapixels, the D80's update(I liked the D80), slightly faster, blah, blah, blah. But then they say it has Video Mode that shoots HD movie!! Wait! Say what?! Video mode?! Why on earth would a digital single lens reflex camera need video mode? I'm sorry but that's just not the point of an SLR! Thank goodness this camera isn't high-end. These stupid consumers who want to be just like professionals with their little dSLR's. And now they want stupid video mode? I mean, I love video mode on my little point-and-shoot as much as the next person, but I would not want my camera taking energy and function away from my still shooting. And those who get the D90 to shoot video should be ashamed of themselves. It's like those rich people who buy $8,000 cameras just because they can, even though they don't know how to use it, and their pictures turn out mediocre. As if they thought they could get better pictures just because they have an awesome camera. It makes me want to vomit! j/k But no, seriously if Canon ever thinks of putting video mode in their cameras, I might disown them!! I think I will write them an email....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-7430722261907766700?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7430722261907766700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=7430722261907766700' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7430722261907766700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7430722261907766700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/10/nikon-what-are-you-doing.html' title='NIKON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-9138424784938919977</id><published>2008-10-22T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T03:05:31.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposition 8</title><content type='html'>Yes of course I have to blog about this. I've gotten pretty worked up over it. Maybe I've gotten so worked up that I have a disproportionate view, but I don't think so. It's a huge issue here in Utah because of the high concentration of LDS people. I don't want this to be too long, but I feel I must get this off my chest, and out in the open. I'm sure I'll get some flack for it but whatever...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, I actually think Prop 8 is kind of silly. It seems like all we are fighting about is one word, "marriage". If Prop 8 does not pass, then civil unions between same-sex couples will be deemed a marriage. So we're wasting all this money on a single word to be applied to same sex civil unions? Yea...there are many other more important causes we could spend money on...like helping 3rd world countries, or improving the environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, of course being an LDS Democrat, I'm kinda torn on the whole same-sex thing anyway. On one hand, being LDS, I obviously don't agree with the homosexual lifestyle. But on a different level, I feel they deserve the same rights, status and privileges heterosexual couples get. I'm absolutely in love with the Constitution, the Declaration of Independence, and the Bill of Rights and it's shameful how we often forget about these important, fundamental documents our country was founded upon. If it hadn't been for these papers, our country would not be what it is today. Specifically a passage from the Declaration of Independence states-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So who are we to say, "No you cannot have a civil union because you are of the same sex."? I've gotten ahold of a few reasons our society would be doomed if Prop 8 does not pass. And I present them below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Children in school will have to be taught that same-sex marriage is just as good as traditional marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;-There has been talk that parents are not allowed to pull their kids out of school if there is material being taught they would rather their children not hear. I think that children should know that there are same-sex couples out there. I am also living proof that you can support same-sex marriage and still support the church. I feel in my conscience that is the right position for me, and I will teach my children tolerance for all lifestyles even if my religious beliefs don't necessarily agree. And who says you can't pull your kids out of school? If it means that much, school districts will usually allow you to enroll your child in another district, or you could enroll them in a private school or even home school them. This is similar to the whole issue about teaching evolution in school, or stopping the reciting of the Pledge of Allegiance because it talks about God. Plus, whatever happened to the PTA? Or to School Board meetings where parents could go and voice their opinions about various things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Religions that sponsor private schools with married student housing may be required to provide same-sex couple housing, even if counter to church doctrine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     -This is absolutely not a valid issue. A PRIVATELY funded school has the right to do whatever they see fit, without pressure from the government. That's the whole point that it's PRIVATE! It's not in any part, owned by the government. It's like saying the government is going to force you to allow someone in your PRIVATE home. They can do that if they want to compensate you (see Amendment 3 of the Bill of Rights), but otherwise it's a private matter. There is a PUBLIC college (the name escapes me right now) that is considered a Jewish school. It is not private however, so in that case, then yes this school would eventually have to allow same-sex couples housing (which actually might just be allowing same-sex couples to live in the married housing). That's the point though, they cannot discriminate because they are partially funded by the government, and the government has a say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. It will cost you money. This change will bring about a cascade of lawsuits. (e.g. photographers cannot refuse to take pictures of gay couples, doctors cannot refuse to artificially inseminate gays, even given other willing doctors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     -So isn't one of our whole ideals is that we cannot discriminate against anyone regardless of race, religion, sexual orientation, or gender? Isn't that Fair Employment Act thing at the bottom of every job application you fill out? So as I am a photographer, if I refuse to take photographs of a gay couple, aren't I discriminating against them? So basically they have the right to sue me. Yes I have the right to refuse, but they also have to right to react to my decision. As much as some might say it isn't about not tolerating same-sex couples, this reason seems to me all about intolerance of the same-sex lifestyle. We have a choice but we also have to deal with any consequences. That's free agency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Ministers who preach against same-sex marriage may be sued for hate speech and risk government fines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     -This is a potential issue. But because of our beloved Bill of Rights, the First and one of the most important Amendments is freedom of speech. Now it has been stated that the First Amendment may not necessarily apply to "hate speech". But in conjunction with Amendment 2, Freedom of Religion, this could protect ministers from lawsuits. In addition, you can call being gay a religion as well. And I could be in error saying this next sentence because I seem to have a fault with always wanting to see the good in people, but I don't think that the "gays" are out to get us "straight" people. Yes there are going to be a select few who might want to sue over every reason, but they just want the same rights and status as heterosexual couples. Some fear that homosexuals will try to force their lifestyle on the world, but this is absolutely not the case. All the gay people I've known have never tried to force their lifestyle on me, and sometimes even joke about it themselves. They are sometimes even more tolerant than us "heteros". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few more reasons in this list, but right now it's 12:30am and I'm too tired to type more. Maybe in the next few days I will address the rest. This whole situation seems very familiar to me...hmmmm where have I seen this before? Could it be from the 1970's when Blacks were fighting for Civil Rights? Could we go through all these reasons and substitute "blacks" for "gays"? Could all these have been issues back then? Has the passing of Civil Rights for ALL people regardless of race ruined our country? The answer to all questions is "yes" except for the last one which of course is "no". I honestly don't see any difference between what is happening now, as opposed to what happened during the Civil Rights movement. Yes there were some bumps along the road of integration, but it's all pretty smooth now. There will always be opposition in the things we do, because that's the beauty of our country. We have the blessing of being able to think whatever we want and being able to worship however we want. As LDS members, "We claim the privilege of worshipping the Almighty God according to the dictates of our own conscience, and allow ALL men to the same privilege, let them worship how where or what they may."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-9138424784938919977?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/9138424784938919977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=9138424784938919977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/9138424784938919977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/9138424784938919977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/10/proposition-8.html' title='Proposition 8'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-993330625672848414</id><published>2008-10-20T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:52:40.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m irrational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short circuiting doorbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>Creeped Out</title><content type='html'>Right now it's midnight and I'm in my room. Big G (my grandma for those who don't know) has this doorbell that when you ring it, it plays two songs. There's a song for the back door and one for the front. I'm not sure what the deal is, but it would appear that the doorbell wiring has shorted or something because it will randomly play a note or two. Well occasionally it'll play like 1/4 of the song and then just cut out! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eeek&lt;/span&gt;!! Needless to say I'm a little freaked out. Apparently Big G heard it at 3am last night! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course it starts right around Halloween, and adds to the fact that I've always been a little afraid of my grandmas house for some reason. It really doesn't make sense that I should be afraid of it. No one has died in the house except my grandpa, who was a fantastic man and I can't imagine he would be haunting the house. Also my grandparents built the house, so they are the only ones who have ever lived here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had this fear for as long as I can remember. To give you a picture of the layout, there are two bedrooms on the first floor, and there is a bedroom in the basement. When my family would visit, my grandparents of course had their room on the first floor, and my parents would stay in the other upstairs bedroom. Us kids would then have to sleep either in the basement bedroom (which was usually my older sister and brother since they were more "seasoned"), or they had a hide-a-bed (bed in a couch, occupied by me and my other older sister) which was located in the basement "family room". I typically would feel fine when I slept upstairs. But when I had to sleep in the basement, even in the bedroom down there, I would always feel like I was being watched. Even when it was just me and my mom visiting and she was downstairs with me (since often there were quite a lot of family staying) I could never shake it. Plus the house would always make strange noises and I just didn't feel comfortable. I figured when I got older I would grow out of it, but even now as I'm almost 22 I still get uneasy feelings here. I get it upstairs (more so when all the lights are off and I'm staring down the dark hallway), but usually it's still the basement that gets me. I used to shower at night and most of the time everyone had gone to bed by the time I was finished, and there are several dark storage rooms down there where there could easily be someone or something lurking. I will say though, one time(only a year ago) I was in Big G's room watching TV. My mom came in for a brief second, turned to leave and right as she was about to go through the door, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wind chime&lt;/span&gt; ACROSS the room started swinging and chiming. Now I'm not about to use that as evidence that the place is haunted. My mom had been over there and could have brushed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wind chime&lt;/span&gt; with her head. But what we thought was weird was that it didn't start chiming until several seconds later, where it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; started chiming as soon as my mom brushed it(if indeed she did). Plus there was no window open where the wind could blow it, nor were the floor vents blowing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So again I've constantly wondered why this house creeps me out so much. As far as I know it's been a place of happiness, so there shouldn't be a reason why it would feel this way. I'm one of those people who's really into ghosts, but the thought of actually seeing one scares the crap out of me. I've gotten into this show called Ghost Hunters and watching that has educated me a little bit on the subject of the paranormal. What I like about this show over other ones of the same type is that they use scientific devices to catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hauntings&lt;/span&gt;. They don't just go into a place and "feel" that it's haunted. They use video cameras, thermal cameras, EMF detectors, and sound recorders to solidify the presence of a spirit. They say about 80% of locations people claim to be haunted really aren't (or they just didn't get any proof). One tool that I'd like to get my hands on is the EMF detector. EMF stands for Electromagnetic Field. It's basically energy that some believe are spirits trying to manifest (or show themselves). The only issue with this tool, is that it also picks up electricity. You can usually tell if what the EMF is picking up is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bonafied&lt;/span&gt; spirit, or just electricity by moving the device around. If it seems like the "reading" is coming from the wall or a light socket then it's obviously man-caused. However, sometimes the energy field seems like it's just floating in mid-air, with no apparent source. This would indicate that something is trying to manifest. So long story short (too late) I'd like to use this device to see whether or not there's a strong EMF field coming from somewhere in the basement. You see, it's not usual that wires, sockets, lights, or electrical boxes have EMF readings. Even though there's electricity flowing through them all the time, good electrical devices block the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EMF's&lt;/span&gt; from "seeping" out. The reason for this, is because high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;EMF's&lt;/span&gt; can cause sickness, uneasiness and a feeling of being watched for those who are sensitive to it. If the EMF is really high, even people who normally wouldn't be affected can still sense it. So not to say that when my grandparents built the house they used crappy electrical stuff (although who knows since it was built over 50 years ago). But there could easily be an EMF leak somewhere and I wonder (well more like hope) that this is the cause of my fear. Although, it could be as silly as my brother or mischievous cousins, scaring me at some point and then as a result me being scared the rest of my life. You'd think I'd remember that though if it caused such a huge effect on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wow, this turned into one silly thing as the doorbell short circuiting, to a long essay about Big G's house. I guess I wasn't as tired as I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-993330625672848414?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/993330625672848414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=993330625672848414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/993330625672848414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/993330625672848414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/10/creeped-out.html' title='Creeped Out'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-1690953434667741701</id><published>2008-10-16T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:26:45.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you won&apos;t go to hell for voting Democrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I got a sweet bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palin is bad'/><title type='text'>Hodge Podge of Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>When I found out that I would have to stay in Utah for 5 weeks, after I returned from Alaska I didn't know what I was going to do to pass the time. I thought, should I get a job? I considered it for awhile, but just didn't because I was a little burned out from working 70 hours a week for 5 months. So then my mom suggested I get a bike! I wasn't sure of the idea at first, but the more I looked into it, the more I wanted one. So I figured out how much I could spend, and headed over to my local bike shop. I was really set on getting a Specialized. My Dad recently got a Specialized road bike, and my brother-in-law has a Specialized mountain bike. I guess everyone and their mother also wanted a Specialized, because the bike shop didn't have any, nor did Specialized have any in their warehouse (of the models I was interested in). So the bike shop guy steered me toward Trek. Now I still wish a little that I would've been able to get a Specialized, but the Trek 7.2 FX WSD I got is awesome!! It's a hybrid, so the tires aren't as narrow as a road bike (does better on gravel) but not as wide as a mountain bike. It was delivered on Tuesday and all I did was take it out for a short 2 mile spin. On Wednesday though I went out longer (a little over 14 miles), and I discovered the bike path down Hobble Creek Canyon! Today I'm going to lengthen my ride to at least 15 miles (if my butt can go that far, it's a little sore), and eventually I want to get up to 20 miles. I still have about 2.5 weeks until I leave so that'll be plenty of time. When my parents get here, we want to do a ride along the Provo River bike trail, which sounds really fun!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onto other matters, the widely talked about GOP VP Nom Sarah Palin!! I hate talking about her because everyone talks about her, but I have to get a few thoughts out in the open. First and foremost, the incident at the Flyers game a few nights ago. Now I will admit, as much as I dislike the woman I did feel a little bad for her when over half the audience was booing her as she walked out to drop the first puck. But then I thought, well honestly she deserves it. Why does she think she deserves, or has the experience to be the Vice President of the United States? Just because John McCain picked her, doesn't mean she is a good choice. In fact, like I said before in one of my previous blog entry, what rock did her find her under? I mean you pick one of the smallest populated states in the country, grab the governor and say "hey! wanna be my VP running mate?". To be frank, it's extremely selfish on her part. She has to realize that she doesn't have the experience to be the VP and she thinks it's OK to bring the country down even further than where it is now? And then she goes around slamming Obama for random things to ruin his credibility when in fact she has no credibility herself. I have as much foreign policy experience as she does. In fact I might have more! j/k The fact that she didn't have a passport until 2006, I'd already had mine for three years! Why don't I run for VP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know that there are some people who just love her and hate the fact that the "liberal" media keeps poking fun at her. And some claim that if it were any other woman, they wouldn't be trying to "crucify" her all the time. I'm sure Hillary got her fair share, and now the media has moved on. And really, if she can't handle the media then she shouldn't be in the spotlight. Even the Europeans get that she's a horrible choice, calling her a "half baked Alaskan disaster". It's not just Palin I'm afraid of. It's McCain also. There was one line that caught my attention during the last Presidential Debate. It was when Obama said the if we vote McCain in office we'll get the same policies that have been plaguing us for the last eight years. Now I for one, want change. Let's put aside the fact that some of us just can't "bring ourselves to vote Democrat" and finally be responsible for our country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in Utah, the most conservative state in the world, I have heard many strange things coming from people about why they dislike Obama. One is that he spends more on his campaign than McCain does. Seriously? Um, well if McCain had the money he would spend it too. Why should it matter if Obama spends a lot of money on his campaign. I will admit I see less pro-McCain ads, but is this really a legitimate reason to dislike Obama? Give me a break!! I know practically no one reads my blog, which is probably good since I seem to babble a lot and smash the Republicans (and the majority of my family is conservative). But I was sent this article which is a good read for political affiliation. The link should post somewhere in this entry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/make_believe_maverick_the_real_john_mccain/page/1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-1690953434667741701?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1690953434667741701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=1690953434667741701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/1690953434667741701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/1690953434667741701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/10/hodge-podge-of-thoughts.html' title='Hodge Podge of Thoughts...'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-4519194539692808567</id><published>2008-09-28T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:11:00.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Return from the Alaska Frontier!!</title><content type='html'>Well you may or may not know that I've finally come back from the North Country!! I was there for 5 months! It didn't seem like I was there that long, but by the last few days I was ready to go home. It was hard to see friends who I had gotten so close to, leave. The three best boys from Adventure Crew left a couple days before me. I was sad I wouldn't be able to see them for so long. Fortunately, though I will be able to visit in the beginning of November and they will all be in Colorado for work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, it's kinda weird being back in civilization. I'm not used to having everything back at my fingertips. The day I flew home, I stayed overnight in Seattle and got to go to the first mall in 5 months. It was fun, but total culture shock! And you never really realize what you miss until you get it back. For example today I heard thunder for the first time in probably a year and it was soooo cool!! Yea, I'm a dork. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand I really miss Alaska. Life was so simple there. I didn't have to worry about anything except for giving tours, and even that wasn't that hard. I earned enough moolah that I didn't have to worry about paying bills, and I didn't have to worry about not being able to afford anything (which probably got me into trouble, evil North Face ;). It also made me appreciate the gospel much more, seeing all those people who didn't have the gospel in their lives and just being grateful that I knew what I knew. I can't wait to go back next season!! My best buddy, Donnie Gene, and some other friends are going to be drivers and also want to go out on highway, so if that all works out it'll be a partay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, I'm chillin in Utah until November 3rd, and then it will be off to Washington, DC!! Until then, I'll probably do some shopping, get my car fixed up, get my hair done and all that nonsense...woooo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-4519194539692808567?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4519194539692808567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=4519194539692808567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/4519194539692808567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/4519194539692808567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/09/return-from-alaska-frontier.html' title='Return from the Alaska Frontier!!'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-3649489839505532734</id><published>2008-08-30T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:13:15.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, Republican nominee for President John McCain, announced his VP choice for the election. The lucky (or maybe not so lucky) pick was a lady named Sarah Palin. Who is this mysterious woman you ask? Well I don't really know either. No one seemed to expect McCain would choose the Governor of Alaska. In fact most of the talk was that he'd choose Mitt Romney (thank goodness he didn't). But I can't help but wonder why she was chosen. Out of all the highly qualified candidates why Palin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;McCain has claimed that she's a good choice, and knows what she's doing, etc. And I'm not going to talk like I know all, but seriously? While she has been somewhat decent at a state level, I wonder how she'll really deal with helping to run the United States of America. I mean yea she's been running the state of Alaska for 2 years and was the town of Wasilla's mayor for 6. Does McCain really think that is qualification for Vice President? I'll admit part of me was thinking "Cool! The Alaskan Gov could be the VP of the US!" But other than dealing with fishing and hunting drama what does she know about foreign affairs? What might be simple to handle Alaskan tax laws, what does she know about doing it at a much larger scale? I could see maybe choosing the governor of a much larger state to run with (California (not that I want Schwarzenegger either), or New York, etc.) But Alaska? I love Alaska, but where the population is only about 700,000 people, 47th smallest in the nation, does that really prepare one to help run America? I'm not saying she's completely without skill and experience. But there are a lot of better candidates in my opinion. Seriously though, what rock did he find her under? Suddenly out of the blew he says to himself "Hey the Governor of Alaska should be my running mate!" Did the Governor of Hawaii not make the cut? What about the Gov of Wyoming? Isn't Dave Freudenthal good enough? (Oh, wait he's a democrat...nevermind ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I thought well maybe it's not so much experience rather than longevity. Maybe the fact that she's only 44 years old is appealing to McCain who is 72. Does he feel comforted by that fact that if he kicks the bucket soon, she's nowhere near doing so herself. Or maybe McCain chose her because she'll attract people who vote for the President based on looks alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But who really knows what's going on in the mind of McCain. Only McCain knows...and his psychiatrist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240452291399357570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/SLnTmAs9lII/AAAAAAAAACk/vv479kvzTrk/s200/225px-Palin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here is a photo of the lovely lady herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-3649489839505532734?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3649489839505532734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=3649489839505532734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/3649489839505532734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/3649489839505532734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/SLnTmAs9lII/AAAAAAAAACk/vv479kvzTrk/s72-c/225px-Palin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-4182805304099193885</id><published>2008-08-26T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:35:26.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floods suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape is no laughing matter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carmacks is ghetto'/><title type='text'>And the Adventure Continues</title><content type='html'>Ok well yesterday one of the most exciting and stressful things happened during my 5 month stay here in the North country. Let me start at the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I didn't like doing highway but since it's the end of the season and a lot of the drivers are leaving, my manager Danny needed me to do a couple last runs. So I drove up to Dawson City to bring a group down. We were driving along the Klondike Highway, everything was fine, but it had been raining all day. I was paralleling with another driver and we came to this area where some cones were across the road. A road-worker guy comes up and tells me that there is a foot and a half of water across the road and that the road is officially closed but we can still attempt to cross the water if we wanted to. So we drive up about a mile and see that the water is indeed all the way across the road and rising. So we watch a few cars and trucks go across, seriously toying with the idea that we should go across ourselves. But after inspection of the road and being told that half the road has washed away, we decide not to attempt it since we both had a full coach-load of people. So since there is no place for a 45 foot motorcoach to turn around we had to back down the Klondike Highway until there was a pull out we turned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238862272965552706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/SLQtewdOqkI/AAAAAAAAABs/SDCEjlNd2ic/s200/klondikeflood2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Next we back to Carmacks, a little town in the Yukon with a population of like 300 so we could call Danny and figure out what to do. We waited at a gas station for about 45 minutes until we got the call that after throwing around some options, corporate decided to charter some planes to come fly the passengers to Whitehorse (our destination that day) and that us drivers would of course have to stay in Carmacks overnight with the coaches. So they had two 40-seater planes come immediately as well as a 7-seater to the ghetto Carmacks airport. We then had to tell the guests that they had to go through their luggage and only take what was absolutely necessary since the plane may not be able to hold all their luggage. We set up a tent type thing so their bags wouldn't get wet and made them come out a few at a time to go through it. Then we loaded them up on the plane and off they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238862795315060114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/SLQt9KXDnZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hCjMKrJTrZs/s200/IMG_1033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now since Carmacks is a small town, you can imagine that the only hotel in town, is no Marriott Marquis. Let's just say that we were lucky to even get rooms because we weren't the only stranded motorists. And I definately fared better than DJ, the other driver, since we couldn't share a room (opposite sexes) he ended up in this creepy "cabin" behind the hotel while I got to stay in the main building. After seeing the "cabin" that doesn't have a proper locking door, rust stains in the sink, and carpet that doesn't lay quite flat on the floor (no padding either), you could probably say I got the Marriott suite. LOL. DJ was worried that since the door barely locks he was going to get raped by a trucker named Bubba. Shouldn't be funny, but it was still hilarious...hmmm maybe I should call him this morning and make sure he's still alive....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all though, it was kinda fun. Sure it was stressful and I almost seriously had a break down when I heard I had to stay in the Ghetto overnight. Plus I was really excited to get back to Skagway, which at this point who knows when I'll be able to get back. But it wasn't so bad. We'll probably be deadheading back to Dawson City and then I am going to try and schmooze Danny to fly me back to Skagway, because he even said himself that there will be too many drivers up in Dawson City (6 after we get there). So wish me luck! (although i'm pretty sure no one is reading this since i don't post that often)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238865642145507650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/SLQwi3oU6UI/AAAAAAAAACI/g1YQsaFhoak/s200/IMG_1053+(edit).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-4182805304099193885?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4182805304099193885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=4182805304099193885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/4182805304099193885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/4182805304099193885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-adventure-continues.html' title='And the Adventure Continues'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/SLQtewdOqkI/AAAAAAAAABs/SDCEjlNd2ic/s72-c/klondikeflood2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-9147898017068081650</id><published>2008-08-21T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:01:45.762-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama-free passengers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><title type='text'>Evacuation...</title><content type='html'>Complete. Yes let's talk about poop. I know it's an odd subject but what can I say? So since there are bathrooms on the buses I drive, we of course have to empty them at the end of the day. Now usually this isn't a big deal but there are rare occasions where it gets a little stinky. A few weeks ago we were dumping one of the coaches over the dump grate. All seems to be going well, but then all of a sudden the pipe clogs (where the excrements were coming out of the toilet). So someone gets a mechanic to come look at it and they shoved something up the pipe to get it to unclog and low and behold a diaper comes out. So that's just stupid in of itself, because who throws a diaper in the latrine-type toilet? But the best part is that the driver of the coach goes "Wait I didn't have any babies on my coach today!" So upon closer inspection, we realize that it's actually a pair of Depends!! Oh my, oh my the stories you could tell with that one! Moving on though, several times I've pulled onto the dump site and the previous coach just having dumped their toilet there I've seen little pieces of poo just chillin' on the grate over the dump. It's totally gross, but also kinda funny. Maybe one day I'll get a picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a little disappointed at the lack of drama going on lately. I mean there's stuff I know that I can't really post in a public blog, but as far as crazy passengers I haven't had any that stand out to me. And I know, I thought I'd be writing about it all the time. Although right now I'm running on 6 hours of sleep and I worked 14 hours today so honestly my brain is probably not functioning and remembering things as well as usual so I best be off anway. Oh and I'm going out on a couple last highway runs in a couple days. I'm pretty excited to get to Dawson City one last time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-9147898017068081650?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/9147898017068081650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=9147898017068081650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/9147898017068081650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/9147898017068081650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/08/evacuation.html' title='Evacuation...'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-2794264439168529656</id><published>2008-08-08T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:03:03.968-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid tourists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m morbid'/><title type='text'>Day by Day Drama</title><content type='html'>It's been suggested that living up here in Alaska is like living in a reality show. It would be pretty entertaining to have a camera crew filming all the crap that goes down here, but since I have no access to that, I will narrate as best I can. I will try to write down all the craziness that goes on here in the isolated town of Skagway in the Discover Alaska Tours company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, Thursday (yesterday) wasn't nearly as bad as some days. I did an Experience the Yukon &amp;amp; Suspension Bridge tour. It's interesting how if I feel my group is low energy I'm low energy. Like Wednesday, my group was awesome! I cracked tons of jokes and they LOVED me. My group this time though was low-key and I was a little out of it for reasons I won't share here, but it turned out to be an ok day. Because I was a little spaced out I didn't give as good of a tour as usual, and thankfully that didn't really affect my tips at all. Drama-wise though...lets see... I had an Austrian lady on board who felt that the whole tour revolved around her and her comfort level. We hadn't even left Skagway yet, when she comes up to me and tells me it's too cold. So I turned the A/C down. Later she kept asking all these stupid questions including the all famous "What's the elevation here?". Then while driving home she comes up and says that the open roof hatch (opened to cool off the bus) is too windy and how would she go about closing it? The only thing that made up for it was that she did tip me (I never expect much from the Europeans because it's not in their culture to tip), so that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I almost got in an accident too. We were getting close to Skagway, it had been a beautiful day by Skaggers' standards, but that afternoon the White Pass had become extremely foggy to the point where I could barely see 10 feet in front of me. So I'm going along the road and right where the Canadian-US border is I see some faint tail lights so I slow down but almost not soon enough. This car in front of me slams on their brakes right where it says "Welcome to the US" and I slammed on my brakes! Luckily, I was able to stop but with barely 5 feet between our bumpers!! I was actually shaking afterwards! Not to brag, but my pax are always impressed by my driving skills. That same day I had impressed a few by my being able to make tight U-turns and some of them were even applauding me! I'm not gonna lie, it does feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we did get to see a bear!! We had just passed the Yukon sign and came around a bend where we saw the bear and then two cubs tumbled out of the brush as well!! Unfortunately I didn't get to photograph them, but it was awesome because it's been forever since I've seen wildlife WITH passengers!! I did almost hit a bear the other day. I was deadheading (means driving with no pax) to Carcross for a Bennett Adventure and we'd already seen one bear. I just passed Lake Tutshi, my friend Bethany was driving in front of me and this black bear decides to cross the highway between us. I saw him come onto the road and I hit the brakes. Fortunately he crossed pretty fast and I was still about 20 feet away when he got to the other side of the road, but it was still scary. Although I have thought that if I ever killed something cool (like a bear, moose, lynx, fox or coyote) I would take it to Caribou Crossing and have them skin it for me so I could have the pelt to use on my tour. Morbid I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what went down yesterday. I have the day off today so no drama, but tomorrow's another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-2794264439168529656?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2794264439168529656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=2794264439168529656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/2794264439168529656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/2794264439168529656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-by-day-drama.html' title='Day by Day Drama'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-6594120632063112425</id><published>2008-08-01T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:59:56.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid tourists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska'/><title type='text'>Still in AK</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm still up here in the middle of nowhere!! Life is good as far as it all goes. I'm working about 65-70 hours a week, hanging out with friends and getting to know my new camera!! Yes I finally got my DSLR and I couldn't be happier. I loved having just a small point-and-shoot but now that I have the capabilities of a SLR again it's really awesome!! I've only had the thing for about a week and a half and I've already taken about 500 photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that excitement, work is fine too. I'm having a lot of fun still taking people around on tours. I had been doing highway runs, but I decided that I really liked staying in Skaggers on the city tours we do here so now that's what I do. My manager will probably put me back on highway for a couple more runs since there are a lot of drivers leaving for school at the end of August. I figured since I'm not going back to school this semester I would stay the whole season. So I'll be up here until end of September. I'll miss being here in Alaska but I'll admit I'm ready for civilization. I can't imagine actually living here year-round. I don't have cabin fever, but I like being in fast pace society for part of the year. Plus it gets as cold as balls up here in the winter so..... Like I said the job is tiring sometimes with the LONG hours and dealing with stupid people sometimes. I've had passengers swear at me (only once, complaining about something stupid as usual) to people saying they basically love me. And it's interesting to see how when people go on vacation they pretty much lose like 50 I.Q. points. Now, I drive a 40 foot motorcoach and every day people just saunter in front of me on the docks, they'll walk across the street when I'm about 10 feet from them or they just stop in the middle of the street to take some stupid picture. Plus they ask all sorts of stupid questions, for example "How many caves are in Alaska?", "Is the Yukon owned by the US?" and of course the one I get almost every tour "What's the elevation right in this spot?". Like seriously? Who gives a crap about what elevation you're at, right this second? Is that really going to change anything? I usually just make something up on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, life is good and I will miss it, but I still have two whole months until I go home and then it'll probably be major culture shock...like big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-6594120632063112425?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6594120632063112425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=6594120632063112425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/6594120632063112425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/6594120632063112425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-in-ak.html' title='Still in AK'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-378853200747594143</id><published>2008-05-10T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:38:42.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Land of Gold!!</title><content type='html'>So as you may already know (since I'm pretty sure that my family members are the only ones who read this thing), I have moved up to Alaska for the summer! I am working for Discover Alaska Tours/Holland America driving motor coaches. Yes that's right, I am what I like to call a "motor coach commander" (not to be confused with a plain old "bus driver"! I've been here for almost two weeks but I am already having tons of fun!! I live in a little town called Skagway which was the "gateway" town to the Klondike where the largest gold rush in the world occurred! Skagway only has a population of 850-ish. There's no big chain stores and milk costs $6.11 a gallon!! But for now the scenery and people I've met have well made up for that. Plus, no stores=more money saved ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company I work for has set us up in the Westmark Hotel (since they own it) and the employees live in an employee wing. It's pretty ghetto but a fun place to live. I will also be on the highway driving team, which basically means that I'll be on the road 5-6 days out of the week so I guess it doesn't really matter what my accommodations are like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we've just been doing a lot of training. We have had two ship days and I've officially done one tour. I'll admit that even though I don't know a whole lot about the town itself (I know just enough to get me through the tour) I had a lot of fun showing people around town in my big motor coach. Right now me and my fellow highway drivers are missing a few ship days this weekend, in order to get acquainted with the highway portions we'll have to drive in the next few weeks. It's a little overwhelming the information you have to learn (since we're with the same passengers for 3 days as opposed to a few hours) but it'll be nice to be able to see more of the land. The tour we drive actually goes into the Yukon Territory of Canada and so far I've crossed the border more in the last two weeks than I have my entire life!! :) Oh and wildlife sightings so far? Well nothing super amazing (I'm still waiting for a moose and a close-up bear) but I've seen 3 Bald Eagles, a couple Caribou, an Arctic Rabbit, some brown squirrels, and from really far away, a bear on a hillside. I can't wait until I get my new camera so that I can capture some awesome things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea I know this is short, but it's been really fantastic so far and I'm really excited to learn more! Maybe I can find the time later to embellish! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-378853200747594143?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/378853200747594143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=378853200747594143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/378853200747594143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/378853200747594143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-land-of-gold.html' title='In the Land of Gold!!'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-5278843778524176386</id><published>2008-03-20T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:03:00.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Duress...</title><content type='html'>So a specific someone who shall remain nameless (but whose name rhymes with cabbie) has been badgering me about writing a new entry. I've been trying to not write in here about my current life happenings, i.e. my baby just had it's first poop today (not true as I don't have a baby) because it seems cliche and boring. But just to satisfy her desire to read my blog, here is an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to lately you ask? Well I finally got another job, which brings my job total up to three. Yes I am working three jobs. I still work on campus, and I'm doing bus training, but I also now work at Allen's Camera in Provo. Imagine my delight when one day I drove past the store and noticed a sign in the window that looked like it said "Now Hiring". I wasn't quite sure it really said that, so I parked the car and took a closer look and sure enough they were! So I inquired and was told to bring in my resume. After a day of mad typing and revising (and help from my dad and sister), I proudly took it in. I knew I was well qualified to do the job, but I didn't hear anything for a week. I was a bit worried that maybe they found someone, or that maybe my mad skills were too much for them to handle (j/k). But I called and was told the manager hadn't really actively been reviewing the resumes and hadn't made a decision yet. So I called a few days later and the manager just told me to come in and we could talk about it. So I went in, he asked me what hours I was available, and then said, ok so just come in on Monday to start work. I'm not gonna lie that it was weird he never intwerviewed me, but I do have an extensive photography background so I didn't care. Any way, the rest is history, even though I've only been there about 4 weeks. It's fun though. I get to do photography related stuff so it's all good. I finally decided to get the Canon 40D as my first DSLR, so as soon and I have enough saved I will buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as bus driving goes in preparation for Alaska, it's going well. We just started high-density which has us driving down I-15 to Salt Lake City in a 40' long bus. It was a little intimidating at first, but after 5 miles I felt fine. They say we're going to have to learn to drive 45' buses, which supposedly the last 7' tapers back (read: disappears) and so sometimes one might forget you have that 7' back there and accidentally clip the end on some object, damaging the coach. Maybe I will get a photo of myself driving so you can see it to believe it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anywho, in my real journal I would probably talk about boys, but this is not the place as one of them could see it. And I'm also kinda tired so I think I'll go take a nap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-5278843778524176386?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5278843778524176386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=5278843778524176386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/5278843778524176386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/5278843778524176386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/03/under-duress.html' title='Under Duress...'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-7981216224193308165</id><published>2008-03-04T03:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T03:38:07.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utah sucks sometimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Provo Parking...</title><content type='html'>sucks! And I hope this blog doesn't become too negative with my pet peeves, but seriously I get so annoyed by other "parkers" sometimes. I drive to work at night and I don't get home until about 11:45pm. I can usually find a relatively nice parking spot on the street that's not too far from my apartment. Tonight though, I drove around for 15 minutes, looking for a place to park. I ended up 2-1/2 blocks away, which really was no big deal. The thing that really bugged me the most was that if cars parked properly then there would be more spaces available to park. For example, a car pulls into a large spot that would easily fit two cars. The stupid person decides to park in the middle of the spot though, leaving huge gaps that none but maybe a SmartCar could fit. Why, why, why? Just pull up to the car in front of you so that someone else can fit too. I see this happen with several cars on a curb and so essentially if the person had pulled up there would be ample space for several more cars to park. There should be a law that you have to be within 1-2' of the car in front of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is when people don't know how to parallel park, so they are completely crooked from the curb. This may not seem like a big problem, but when trying to parallel park into the spot behind this "parking challenged" person, it's extremely difficult to line up properly in order to back up properly. More likely than not, I end up un-parallel parked. There should be a law about that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm at it, lets get all my pet peeves out now, so I can focus on fun stuff in later posts. My second topic is (drum roll)........UTAH FASHION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about Utah! Does the whole state live in a bad bubble? Do they think that because they are thousands of miles from a major city that they are exempt from having any fashion sense? Maybe Stacey London and Clinton Kelly (from TLC's What Not to Wear) should come a make-over the whole state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ok what is the deal with wearing spaghetti strap, sleeveless, and strapless dresses and shirts over white t-shirts? I can see how one wants to stay modest by still being able to wear your cute little cami, but seriously, you look ridiculous. A cuter way to show off that top? Wear it with a cardigan or cute jacket. Trust me, it'll look way better and not so homely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fake UGG's- So I stole this from my sister's blog (&lt;a href="http://www.utahfashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.utahfashion.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) but she has a point. And ok, I've seen fake UGG's elsewhere than just Utah, but in most other places, they don't wear them if they're practically falling apart. I see it all the time, the girl walking along with the shaft of the boot practially dragging on the ground because the cheap knock-off has no structural support and the fake suede is chocolate brown...not from the actual color, but from the dirt because this is the 1 millionth wear. By all means if you can't afford real UGG's (although I've gotten real ones for $30) then fine, go ahead and get fake ones, but replace them once they start to sag. It's probably more cost effective to buy real ones in the first place though as they last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Skunk Hair- I know we've all seen it, the top layer of a girl's hair dyed black and the bottom layer bleached. Who ever thought this looked cool in the first place should be shot. Why? Why? Why? You look like a skunk! No it's not a cool, trendy look! That's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shorts that are longer than bermuda shorts, but not quite long enough to be capris- A lot of times they're basketball shorts, but I've seen them in all forms(cut-offs?). They're obviously fine for guys, but when a girl wears them, they make the girl look manly, because they fall way past the knee and make one look stubby and a little matronly. I'm all for being modest, but there are way cuter shorts (ex. bermudas) one can wear. I recommend not wearing any short longer than the top of your knee cap. Otherwise they'll shorten and fatten the leg. You might have to try different brands, as inseams differ from store to store (i.e. Old Navy's "bermuda" inseam is 11", as opposed to American Eagle's inseam is 7").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! Ok so for now I can't really think of anything else, which is kind of surprising since I'm in kind of a bad mood, because of a fight I am in with someone and you'd think I'd be really jaded right now. I guess that's for another day...well maybe not because I'm sick of thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-7981216224193308165?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7981216224193308165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=7981216224193308165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7981216224193308165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7981216224193308165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/03/provo-parking.html' title='Provo Parking...'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-7892784489633155769</id><published>2008-02-27T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:41:12.724-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>What goes wrong?</title><content type='html'>Sensitive issue....I've tried a lot of diets, well I guess more like I've attempted many times to diet. I've done Weight Watchers, Atkins, South Beach, and kind of a calorie counting thing. I did the best on WW. I lost 30 pounds when I did it in high school. I lost weight with Atkins too, but that whole no sugar thing? not &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; thing. And of course just like 90% of people who go on a diet, I gained it all back and then some. So this time, I'm really trying to get 'er done! It's not like I want to have all this extra baggage around my middle. I guess I just like food, which has been a weakness. So here I am spilling my guts, so that hopefully this time I can go all the way!! Maybe I'll write updates every so often to keep myself exposed. But I would like to jot down some ideas I think might help me this time, that I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A lot of people don't diet for themselves. What I mean is that there's something else that's urging you to diet. It may be a friend or family member, in my case it's the "flavor of the month" aka my current crush, that I feel don't notice me because I'm a bit rotund. I've read and I believe it's true, that you have to diet for yourself and because &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; want to. My whole deal was that when I didn't see my crush anymore (moved away or had a different class schedule), or maybe he got a girlfriend, my diet-esteem went down the drain. I felt like, well if this person isn't even going to notice now, why bother? It seems silly, but to me (whose never had an official boyfriend) it was hard to deal with. That's why I've decided right now, to do this for myself. Because &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; want to be healthy, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Another thing that's helped me along is one simple question, "Would I rather have this cookie, or be thin?". Almost always the answer is, "yea I'd rather be thin" and I put the temptation out of my mind. Yes there were the occasional times when I'd be so down-in-the-dumps or rebellious that I'd tell myself I would rather have the cookie. Which isn't so bad, but then one cookie would turn into two, three, etc. I guess the focus here is that maybe it's ok to have one cookie, but to limit it to only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Along with that comes the whole, "Oh I totally fell off the band wagon, I've failed my diet forever!". Believe me, I've totally thought this! It's a horrible feeling, and when it happens I usually binge more, doing more damage. As hard as it is for me, it's better to say, "ok so I had more than I should, but tomorrow will be better." I think one big key to dieting is to be optimistic! It's hard not to beat yourself up, but realize that everyone makes mistakes and it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I am not a perfect result of these tips, I've come to see that these are ones that do help! One thing that's hard to face is that the times I started a diet and then thought to myself "ugh, I really don't want to have to do this for 6 months. It's such a long time!", a year later I think, if I had stayed on the diet I would have lost the weight and it would be over and I would be happy. So I don't mean to turn this into a weight loss chronicle, but I'm putting myself out there so I can finally lose weight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-7892784489633155769?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7892784489633155769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=7892784489633155769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7892784489633155769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7892784489633155769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-goes-wrong.html' title='What goes wrong?'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-4370521325379247066</id><published>2008-02-08T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:44:18.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democrats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republicans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Politics, Politics, Politics</title><content type='html'>Ok so I don't know about you, but it seems like this election year, everyone is pretty rabid about various candidates. I for one support Obama and Hillary despite the fact that here in Utah, everyone hates Hillary. I've read her stances on issues and she has some good ideas. I really can't understand why people can't just let go, the fact that they've already been in the White House and that some don't want Bill back in there for what he did years ago (Monica, anyone?). I mean seriously, forgetting that whole scandal, President Clinton did a good job. By electing Hillary, you are not electing Bill. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, while I was at work, it came out that I was a Democrat. One of my co-workers who was a Republican, immediately was trying to challenge my views. It was slightly amusing when he asked questions, that most of them were really geared towards conservative views. For example, he asked if I was happy a dictator who killed millions of innocent people is dead? What was I supposed to say? "Um, no, I really wish he was still alive." I mean even the Dems can't say they're sad that Saddam is dead. People seem to not understand the fact that most do not agree with every single issue their declared party does. Political confrontation gives me a bad taste. I remember back in high school having debates with my fellow seminary students, and one boy in particular yelling and getting so close in my face that I kept getting sprayed with his spit. I am fine discussing politics, but it irks me when people get super confrontational and self-righteous. And it's the Repubes (mostly at BYU) who claim they're so righteous, but tell the Dems they're going to hell. I mean I really don't understand how people can still support the Republican Party. It is completely baffling. Let's support a party who lies to the Americans and the UN, so we can go into a country that supposedly has WMD, then never did. Let's support a President who promises to capture Osama Bin Laden, who actually killed thousands on American soil, but then hasn't done anything about it, and now is focusing on a war that shouldn't have even been started. Let's support a President who obviously cares nothing for the Constitution (the document that our country is built upon), when he voilated it multiple times, then wrote a law that gave him permission to continue violating it. But did anyone care? No, they just turned a blind eye. Let's support a party that doesn't care to do anything about global warming. Even if global warming doesn't exist, why is it sooooo horrible to just help clean up the earth? Heaven forbid we should EVER use less gas, recycle more, or use more efficient lightbulbs. This is the future people, stop dragging your feet! Until we discover another planet like Earth that we can ruin next, we should be taking care of the one we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was a total tangent, but really I just get sick of people's ignorance and irresponsibility. Speak up people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security."&lt;br /&gt;-Declaration of Independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said! ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-4370521325379247066?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4370521325379247066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=4370521325379247066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/4370521325379247066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/4370521325379247066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/02/politics-politics-politics.html' title='Politics, Politics, Politics'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-7433596212827968684</id><published>2008-02-04T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:17:47.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buying guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>Buying a Digital Camera</title><content type='html'>So as I worked in a camera store for three years I am pretty well versed in the digital camera department. While I am no expert, I am going to suggest factors you should consider when getting a new digital camera (whether you are a beginner or used to the digital scene). This is not meant to make anyone feel inferior, just a few opinions and thoughts typed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/R6dyKW6jCJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eb301SifN9U/s1600-h/canon1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163221020078966930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="144" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/R6dyKW6jCJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eb301SifN9U/s200/canon1100.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, decide whether you want a point-and-shoot (the small, pocket size cameras, from here on known as PAS), or a digital SLR (single lens reflex). The difference is pretty self-explanatory here. If you are just into casual shooting, get a point-and-shoot. And I'll put it this way, if you don't know what a SLR does, don't buy one. One of my biggest pet peeves, is people who think that just because they have the money, they can buy the most expensive&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/R6bNBG6jCGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9VOgkCLkZc8/s1600-h/canonxti.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;camera their fur coat wearing butts can buy. By all means, go ahead and spend $3000 on a camera, where you won't use any function past "automatic" and waste the $2800 you shouldn't have spent in the first place. Believe me, a real photographer can tell if you are just some novice, casual photographer with an expensive camera you don't know anything about. You aren't getting anything better when you use a great camera, like it's a PAS.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/R6bMrG6jCFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gfL2VI6UcTs/s1600-h/rebel_xti_586x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, it's important to know the facts behind mega pixels. This is different between PAS cameras and SLR's. For PAS, do not buy a camera with as many mega pixels as you can find. I recommend the maximum mega pixel amount is 7-8. Yes, you will see the occasional 9-12 mega pixel PAS, but you are wasting your money and photograph quality. The device that records the&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/R6dyTm6jCKI/AAAAAAAAABE/HjtLBZ8I3Co/s1600-h/canonxti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163221178992756898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="134" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/R6dyTm6jCKI/AAAAAAAAABE/HjtLBZ8I3Co/s200/canonxti.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; photo you take (the CCD chip) is only a certain size, and when you cram so many mega pixels on it, they fail to be as effective. So stick with 7-8 mega pixels. With SLR's, 8-12 mega pixels is a good range. Since SLR's are bigger, their CCD chip is bigger therefore allowing more room for pixels. This advice is mainly for amateur SLR's, aka the lower end SLR's (under $1000) sold at stores such as Best Buy and Circuit City. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third factor to consider is brand. In the store I worked at, we took cameras in for repair, so I know pretty well what brands hold up the best. My favorite and personal brand is Canon (&lt;a href="http://www.canonusa.com/"&gt;http://www.canonusa.com/&lt;/a&gt;). I hardly ever had people bring them in for repairs. I myself have used Canon cameras for 5 or so years, and I've never had a mechanical problem. Not to say that they never have issues, but you're chance of having one is less likely. Yes, they are slightly more money, but the money you'll save not having to pay for repairs is worth the extra $20-50. There isn't even a camera that comes in second to Canon, and I am very biased towards them, but trust me, it's worth it. The new Canon SD1100 is a great option (the blue camera pictured above, also comes in several other colors). A few more brands I like and are decent cameras, are Pentax, Casio, Olympus, and Fuji. Sony is ok, but not great. The newer Nikon's might seem cool and sleek, but the flash distance is pretty short, especially when using the zoom. The brand (at least in the digital division, they make nice darkroom stuff) I hate the most is Kodak. They are cheap, plastic and easily breakable. People assume that since it's a Kodak, it's going to be good, due to the reputation Kodak has in the FILM world. Don't be fooled! It might be a nice camera for a child to play around with, but most customers who had them weren't impressed. In terms of SLR's Canon (popular Canon XTi, above) again takes my vote, but Nikon does a great job in this category too. I'm a tad wary of Sony, since they've only been in the digital SLR market for a little over a year (they bought out Minolta). Olympus and Pentax are decent, but the big guys are still Canon and Nikon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, there are a lot of little things to consider when buying a new camera. Screen size (the larger the screen the more battery it uses), the feel of the camera in your hand (easy to hold?), style, etc. Also, remember that optical zoom is BETTER than digital zoom. My first digital, the Canon A300 (pictured right) had only 5.1x digital zoom, and no optical. Typically, optical &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/R6d1_m6jCMI/AAAAAAAAABU/L5IWWwu3TSY/s1600-h/canona300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163225233441884354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="149" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/R6d1_m6jCMI/AAAAAAAAABU/L5IWWwu3TSY/s200/canona300.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zoom these days is 3-4x. Most if not all cameras have about 4x digital zoom. Try to use digital zoom as little as you can. Another thing a consumer tends to not realize is that with the larger screen sizes, the manufacturer has gotten rid of the viewfinder. While this may not seem important to some, consider this: when taking a photo in the bright sunlight, it makes it extremely difficult, and almost impossible to see what you're taking a picture of, because the screen can't compete with the sun. With a viewfinder, you have another option if in case you cannot use the screen on the back. That's another thing about Canon, is that they haven't gotten caught up the whole "my screen is bigger than yours" thing. They usually stick to a 2.5" screen and still KEEP the viewfinder. In addition, consider the battery used. Most use a lithium-ion rechargeable battery, but more basic models sometimes use AA's. Both have their pros and con's. Lithium-ion batteries usually last longer and are rechargeable, but if the battery dies, they cost $40 to buy a new one. AA's on the other hand don't last as long, but if they run out of power, they are easily (and cheaply) replaced. Rechargeable AA's are the best bet if you have to use &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/R6dz2W6jCLI/AAAAAAAAABM/DxeCVNlebR8/s1600-h/redball.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AA's at all. Don't forget to go to a store and actually play around with the camera. Try different ones. Use the different features. Educate yourself. If you find one you like, read consumer ratings on a site like &lt;a href="http://www.cnet.com/"&gt;http://www.cnet.com/&lt;/a&gt; (which is the most widely known, and therefore more well-rounded reviews). That way you can see what flaws the camera might have that you would not have known otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically those are my two cents (or two dollars, as we must keep up with inflation) to keep the guess work out of buying a digital camera. If you follow this advice, you will have a camera that you will enjoy for years to come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-7433596212827968684?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7433596212827968684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=7433596212827968684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7433596212827968684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/7433596212827968684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/02/buying-digital-camera.html' title='Buying a Digital Camera'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/R6dyKW6jCJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eb301SifN9U/s72-c/canon1100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176748908730722372.post-8439668871271234811</id><published>2008-02-04T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T02:26:44.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowboarding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>So yes, I have actually joined the world of blogging!! I know they're a little cliche, or whatever, but it might serve a little bit as a journal of some sort. My last blogs are from awhile ago on myspace, and this way people can find out what I'm up to, I guess if they care. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now, I'm in Utah. I was attending BYU for Fall semester, but now I am just chillin', looking for a full-time job to do for the next three months. At the end of April, I will be going to Alaska!! I am sooooo excited!! I will be driving one of those big coach buses. Currently, I am training to drive them, and come April I will be the proud owner of a CDL!! Then I will be able to drive all sorts of vehicles! I know you're all jealous!! Anyway, I plan on livin' it up in Alaska, earning tons of money and taking awesome pictures!! Apparently, as a cruise line employee, we get to do all this fun stuff free since we have to sell it up to passengers. For example, helicopter rides up to glaciers, gold panning, etc. And I already have plans on getting a digital SLR (probably the new Canon XSi, due out in April) and I am super excited to finally get one! I mean I've been a photographer for almost 6 years and I still have yet to make the leap into the digital SLR world. At first I was a little hesitant to enter the world of digital SLR's. I already had a little point-and-shoot digital camera and I thought, "why spend the $1000+?". And as much as I LOVE film, digital helps with getting the best shot, as you can see the photos right away as opposed to waiting to get the film developed, and therefore can just keep shooting until you get the right one. Plus there's the benefits of having a controllable shutter speed and aperature...but, yea stop me before I run off on a camera tangent! (that will be my next blog "How to shop for a digital camera") haha, no seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been trying new sports! After a Christmas, and birthday of snowboarding gifts, I finally got to put it all to use! Abby, Trent and I went up to Brighton and I tried snowboarding for the very first time! They make it look so easy! I swear I was on my butt most of the time, and for 3 days afterwards, my arms were as sore as a mother! I'm aching (no pun intended)to go again soon though!! Abby and Trent have also gotten me into rock climbing!! It is awesome! I'm almost addicted!! It works not only your muscles, but also your mind, while you try to figure out the next hold to grab onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next challenge is to find a full-time job in the middle of the semester with most places not needing new employees....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176748908730722372-8439668871271234811?l=ballsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8439668871271234811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176748908730722372&amp;postID=8439668871271234811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/8439668871271234811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176748908730722372/posts/default/8439668871271234811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/02/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Balls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993644026740143282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osGFDU3ZOM4/S0eibbgsEKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m56i-fIDGGY/S220/IMG_1367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
