tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86992348843997310862024-02-18T20:15:29.444-08:00Being BrodnickMcKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-4706166941419135272010-11-20T09:03:00.001-08:002010-11-20T09:45:09.709-08:00NEW BLOG TIME!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/TOgESb7h11I/AAAAAAAAATg/YWwv2HXNlbg/s1600/FGED%2BScreen%2BGrab.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/TOgESb7h11I/AAAAAAAAATg/YWwv2HXNlbg/s320/FGED%2BScreen%2BGrab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541684056260990802" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Dear Blog Readers,</div><div><br /></div><div>THANK YOU SO MUCH! You are amazing and I adore you! (In case you were wondering, adore is my new favorite word).</div><div><br /></div><div>The reason I haven't written anything on Being Brodnick since July is because...I started a new blog :) Yes, I love it. It's colorful and happy and about feeling good. </div><div><br /></div><div>Please come and check it out, I think you will ending up loving it as much as I do.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://feelgoodeachday.tumblr.com/">http://feelgoodeachday.tumblr.com/</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>McKenzie</div>McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-16859135840919151032010-07-11T21:42:00.001-07:002010-07-11T21:46:28.548-07:00HAPPY (belated) FATHER'S DAY!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/TDqdbzHHkoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4uxAKb8zs0I/s1600/me+and+Dad+.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/TDqdbzHHkoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4uxAKb8zs0I/s200/me+and+Dad+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492875796433834626" /></a>I was out of the country on Father’s Day this year. However, I am not letting that be an excuse for not acknowledging the most amazing man in my life, my dad.<div><br /></div><div>Dear Dad,</div><div>Thank you for your love. Thank you for you unconditional support. Thank you for letting me win at basketball. Thank you for reminding me what’s important in life. Thank you for listening. Thank you for teaching me how to play the dashboard drums. Thank you for taking me to see Kelly Clarkson on TRL. Thank you for getting a kick out of life. Thank you for loving what you do and inspiring me to find that same kind of passion. Thank you for making your children your number one priority. Thank you for working immensely hard so we can have such a beautiful life. Thank you for who you are. I will always be the luckiest daughter in the world. I love you more than anything.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love, <!--EndFragment--> <!--EndFragment--></div><div>Me</div>McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-54005899919625552832010-05-18T21:48:00.000-07:002010-05-18T21:56:21.224-07:00Good Things To Come<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://llenrock.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/party.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://llenrock.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/party.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>The next two months will be filled with family, celebration, and travel. Not to mention I have something up my sleeve that I'm super excited about.<br /><br />So, just wait world, good things are to come!McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-37117201053353792952010-05-09T11:33:00.000-07:002010-05-09T11:37:59.304-07:00Happy Mother's Day!<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Today is a special day! It’ a day when we all get to recognize the most important women in our lives, mothers. And the beautiful thing about mothers is that I’m surround by them. There are so many women in my life who inspire me and make me a better woman.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But the biggest thank you of all goes to my own mother. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dear Mom,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Your beauty and spirit inspire me. I am so honored to be your daughter and so proud that we have such a strong relationship. It’s all because of you. I am always humbled by your intelligence and Joie de vivre. I love your determination to challenge yourself and explore new places and things. I love the pride you take in our home and family. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I love that you’re effortlessly beautiful. I love that you correct my grammar. I love that I feel beautiful and intelligent around you. But most of all, I know how blessed I am to call you my mother. I love you more than anything else in the world. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Love,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kenzie</p><p class="MsoNormal">P.S. -- This post wouldn't be complete without a little help from my good friend Celine Dion. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTxnqUhhlIY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTxnqUhhlIY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object></span> </span></p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-30820421645553907562010-04-22T13:12:00.000-07:002010-04-22T13:14:52.058-07:00So What’s Considered “Stalking”<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S9CuHMcazKI/AAAAAAAAASU/ejDnWyRBS40/s1600/stalking1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S9CuHMcazKI/AAAAAAAAASU/ejDnWyRBS40/s200/stalking1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463057786623151266" /></a>Have you ever met someone older than you and thought, “Ahhh, I want your life!”<p class="MsoNormal">Well, I have. Upon taking my first Improv class I met my wonderful teacher Kate Spencer. She’s a writer for <a href="http://www.thefablife.com/">The Fab Life</a> blog, has her own <a href="http://katespencer.tumblr.com/">hilarious blog,</a> is a yoga teacher, teaches improv at Upright Citizens Brigade, AND has lived in South Africa.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Oh wait, AND she’s a fan of Twilight. Oh, AND she got to interview Adele and Kelly Clarkson and Robert Pattinson. AND she’s hilarious.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I’m so glad she Twitter’s and blogs because following her around 24/7, yet never being close enough to get caught, would just be so inconvenient for me right now.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-66694412136586899082010-04-14T11:05:00.000-07:002010-04-15T11:24:38.299-07:00Okay, You Convinced Me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenx2kNw5do9w_TDZR0UDFrwIVcR2dkuFRSmyYQjWRef_eb1XEJ2Q7aVtygDVgPdH61pXhpOMy7zB81MqUKIH_iC0YNmmrKyWVGYcmgvtZYG3VV-tkptYxBTZ-bq5Mzvz4WM4frjmBaWWb/s320/France-Spain-Italy.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenx2kNw5do9w_TDZR0UDFrwIVcR2dkuFRSmyYQjWRef_eb1XEJ2Q7aVtygDVgPdH61pXhpOMy7zB81MqUKIH_iC0YNmmrKyWVGYcmgvtZYG3VV-tkptYxBTZ-bq5Mzvz4WM4frjmBaWWb/s320/France-Spain-Italy.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>(NOTE: This is officially my 100th post, yay!)<br /><br />I'm moving to France...and by "moving" I mean taking a vacation.<br /><br />After more than two years of hoping and waiting and wishing, I have finally booked my plane tickets to Europe! Excited is an understatement. I will be spending 3 weeks traveling to through Italy, France, and Spain. This is the delight of have wonderful friends abroad!<br /><br />However, do I speak Italian, French, or Spanish? Nope. Do I know how to read Italian, French, or Spanish? Nope again. Do I have multiple flights with minimal layover and a long and complicated way of getting from one airport to another? Yes.<br /><br />This should be interesting. I'm not leaving till June...bring on the Rosetta Stone! (Or her less expensive cousin: Ross Rock.)McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-15407562007232220072010-04-06T21:11:00.001-07:002010-04-06T21:29:20.881-07:00I Heard You The First Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S7wGBBjZruI/AAAAAAAAASE/21rSWs9Xak4/s1600/EyebrowWaxmod.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S7wGBBjZruI/AAAAAAAAASE/21rSWs9Xak4/s200/EyebrowWaxmod.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457243463132753634" /></a><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Every time I go to get my eyebrows waxed the same thing occurs… “Oh, your hair is so thick! You have too much if it! You should have come sooner.”<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I have thick hair? What?...Yes, I am aware.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When it looks like you had a face-lift at 7-years-old because you wanted your mother to fit all of your hair into a single hair band... that’s some thick hair.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">They also don’t stop scolding! I promise you (without exaggeration) my eyebrowist told me how thick my hair was and how I should come in sooner every 30sec. EVERY 30 SECONDS! </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">want</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> to say back to them, “Yes I’m fully aware! I heard you the first 37 times…that’s why I’m here!”</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Maybe I should move to France.</span></p>McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-71838848266263288062010-03-24T10:21:00.000-07:002010-03-24T10:24:40.444-07:00A Cuteplosion!To get you though the mid-week hump... a baby wrestling a kitten (yes, you read that right).<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WzvmgXIksw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WzvmgXIksw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-63474841674808423732010-03-19T06:48:00.000-07:002010-03-19T06:50:13.936-07:00Shakespeare's So Gay... No Really<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwnFE_NpMsE&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwnFE_NpMsE&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-61801663129214656662010-03-13T10:31:00.000-08:002010-03-13T10:50:10.560-08:00Comes In Like A Lion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S5vd-ROxDbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/u_2zs4rhajc/s1600-h/Umbrella.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S5vd-ROxDbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/u_2zs4rhajc/s200/Umbrella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448192236081712562" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">I know it's been while. Working on a movie takes a lot of me. But I'm here now, so let's get on with it : )</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It's March and spring is fast approaching, which means rain is fast approaching. Sweet! As blogged before,<a href="http://beingbrodnick.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainraindont-go-away.html"> I love the rain. </a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">However, one thing I do not love are umbrellas. I'm not an umbrella person. I know you're probably like "Wait, you can be (or not be) an umbrella person? I didn't know that was an option."</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, folks, it is! And these are the reasons I would rather just get wet then carry around a metal tree.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">1. Folding up a wet umbrella usually gets everything around it wet, defeating the purpose of having one.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2. When passing people on the street with an umbrella, there's always the awkward, "who going over/under?" or "Am I going to get hit in the eye this time?" (It's happened before)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">3. They always break, or flip inside out</p> <p class="MsoNormal">4. They usually aren't big enough for two people, therefore one of your side ends up getting wet anyway.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">5. They are annoying to carry because it automatically eliminates the use of one hand. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So I say, get wet, be merry, and then just laugh at your self. Seriously people, who can keep a straight face with wet hair?</p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-48240377951987724652010-02-24T19:47:00.000-08:002010-02-24T20:12:41.473-08:00A Laughing Matter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S4X4sEQgC0I/AAAAAAAAARs/__SZWUWHvHM/s1600-h/Laughing.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S4X4sEQgC0I/AAAAAAAAARs/__SZWUWHvHM/s200/Laughing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442029160687995714" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">Over the last week, I have laughed myself to sleep three whole nights. And I’m not talking about chuckling at a funny line in a movie, or smiling while reading an amusing article, I’m talking about full-out uncontrollable belly laughing. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">At what you ask? Myself. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was attempting to be sexy while putting on body lotion. But I was in an oversized sweatshirt…and then lotion bottle farted. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That was it, composure gone. The laughing started and did not end. What perpetuated the laughter was knowing my suitemates could hear my hysterics and probably thought I was crazy…or hilarious.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The laughing continued the next night. And then the next. The more I thought about the ridiculousness of my life (i.e currently living in a castle) the more I laughed.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> I don’t know what’s happening but I like it. I hope this becomes a trend. Who knew going to sleep could be so much fun!</p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-72755833165041244282010-02-17T09:36:00.000-08:002010-02-17T09:48:17.444-08:00Fit For A Queen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3wpse0PYeI/AAAAAAAAARc/Lublv4jvxiQ/s1600-h/Castle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3wpse0PYeI/AAAAAAAAARc/Lublv4jvxiQ/s320/Castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439268294119875042" border="0" /></a>For the past two nights I've been giggling myself to sleep in the <a href="http://www.amsterdamcastle.com/Amsterdam_Castle/Interior.html#14">Officer's Wing Bedroom</a> of the <a href="http://www.amsterdamcastle.com/Amsterdam_Castle/Home.html">Amsterdam Castle.<br /></a><br />What has my (amazing!) life turned into? Oh yea...a movie : )McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-16575454427640854252010-02-09T13:19:00.001-08:002010-02-09T13:27:03.389-08:00Ice Ice Baby<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For the next three weeks I get to work on a horror movie set in upstate NY. Here’s a little taste of life on a frozen river : )<br /></span><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HKABXQgPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Pd-EnRMrULU/s1600-h/0209001342.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HKABXQgPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Pd-EnRMrULU/s320/0209001342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436348326927696114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></a><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is our set. Favorite part: the mountains in the background.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HKg7jOCAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/268YTfPxTHY/s1600-h/0209001344.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HKg7jOCAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/268YTfPxTHY/s320/0209001344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436348892302936066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is how I got to set.<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Note: I didn't ride the ATV... I was pulled in the luxurious back compartment. It was amazing!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HL62ALMBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/aiwszgPtNdM/s1600-h/0209001342a.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HL62ALMBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/aiwszgPtNdM/s320/0209001342a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436350437001998354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The ice is 20 inches thick...but I was still nervous I'd fall through.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HMYxPu7NI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lOb04ek3pqE/s1600-h/0209001343a.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HMYxPu7NI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lOb04ek3pqE/s320/0209001343a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436350951121153234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Only some of the equipment our amazing crew had to haul out to the ice.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HMx_26UlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Bql6k-BDIMg/s1600-h/0209001343.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HMx_26UlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Bql6k-BDIMg/s320/0209001343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436351384540303954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Another grand shot.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HNbexj8JI/AAAAAAAAARE/3IUftCO5kCQ/s1600-h/0209001344a.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HNbexj8JI/AAAAAAAAARE/3IUftCO5kCQ/s320/0209001344a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436352097214001298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I could take/post a million of these pictures because it's so cool out there. But I won't, you'll get bored.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HN_Ovs0MI/AAAAAAAAARM/-fSyOeBH-ZU/s1600-h/0209001355.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S3HN_Ovs0MI/AAAAAAAAARM/-fSyOeBH-ZU/s320/0209001355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436352711386517698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is so my parents know I'm properly equipped for the cold...at least until it snows again.<br /><br /><br />Lastly, here's a video I took with my phone. It's poor quality and sideways but it shows how grand the space is.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzWR170WXoZa8F-F0dFTlCEdxWV6JD7FyqIMPfP8obt1qKVBgb_0EB-BS7vGAQ7gkTN7p7wTVlLz5wwTWqNdQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></span></div></div>McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-62463627607671016522010-02-06T07:47:00.000-08:002010-02-06T07:51:38.307-08:00Here’s Looking At You, Kid<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S22PfyIHptI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GiKC4aD2l0s/s1600-h/casablanca.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S22PfyIHptI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GiKC4aD2l0s/s200/casablanca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435158101500602066" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">The beauty of living in any major city, and taking public transportation everywhere, is the amount of people watching it allows you to do.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Walking around New York, I come across or pass hundreds (maybe thousands?) of faces a day. I can’t tell you the number of times I think, “Wow, that person is really good looking… I wonder if they have any idea?” </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Chances are no, they don’t. Because I’m not talking about the obvious models that run around and scream "look at me!" I’m noticing the normal people, regardless of age, height, or weight. The people that are just running to catch the subway train bundled up in 30 layers with another 30 things on their mind.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Not to get preachy, but we’re a beautiful species. We walk standing up, we eat with forks and knives, and we can exfoliate! So let’s take a second to appreciate how good looking we all are.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And let me just say…you look great today!</p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-44356220951326929422010-01-28T08:15:00.000-08:002010-01-28T08:19:30.376-08:00For Your Consideration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S2G4l57_E-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/GPv513pH3kY/s1600-h/allen+beer+blog"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S2G4l57_E-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/GPv513pH3kY/s200/allen+beer+blog" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431825586932618210" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">There is a blog. A great blog. A beer blog that I must recommend. It’s called <a href="http://take1down.blogspot.com/">Take One Down</a>, and I have a feeling it will soon become one of those go-to blogs that everyone reads.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As someone who is not fond of beer (give me a sweet cocktail any day!) I happily sit and read this blog, all while laughing and learning. Two birds one stone here people. It explores the world of Kraft beer and basks in the joy of sticking it to the man. It’s hilarious. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And I know what your thinking, “if you don’t like beer how did you find a beer blog?” Well, you see my brilliant roommate is the blog’s author. I have witnessed the happy blood sweat and tears gone into the blog and I can tell you it’s legit. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So go, drink, and be merry. Or don’t do any of those things…just go read : )</p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-11593629487615499822010-01-23T11:24:00.000-08:002010-01-23T11:37:34.997-08:00Hope For HaitiI watched the telethon in tears. These were just some for the reasons. (If you've seen these before, it's doesn't hurt to watch again...and then donate: <a href="http://www.hopeforhaitinow.org/" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.hopeforhaitinow.org)</a><br /><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxOWHu6Oyt8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxOWHu6Oyt8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2A_TiiJJ-E&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2A_TiiJJ-E&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0f7DT7xozc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0f7DT7xozc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object>McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-21150743025856404022010-01-18T18:18:00.000-08:002010-01-18T18:26:33.582-08:00Alternative Library<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S1UYFltBCYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ira0Xv1gQlY/s1600-h/Self-Magazine-Cover_lg.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S1UYFltBCYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ira0Xv1gQlY/s200/Self-Magazine-Cover_lg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428271410164337026" border="0" /></a>Dear Magazines, <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh how I love thee. Making the clock move ever so swiftly while I’m gasping for breath at the fitness center emporium. However, with a lack of employment and finances, life is forcing me to banish you out of my life!…at least, it’s trying to. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But, ha! I am too clever for it’s evil ways and have discovered a delightful way around this banishment. The fitness center emporium! Yes indeed, the emporium boards a myriad of magazines upon its shelves! What delight! Taking one…two…or three home at one time goes unnoticed ; )</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I, of course, will return you to your rightful home once I have gazed at your beautiful pages. Soaking up all your knowledge of the past and future months. For this will be our little secret. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ever Yours,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">McKenzie </p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-91484771678839003142010-01-12T19:23:00.000-08:002010-01-12T19:34:26.091-08:00Be Careful What You Wish For<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">In this delightful economy I’ve had to apply to a few jobs…and by a few I mean a crazy ridiculous amount. Having to rewrite my cover letter so many times not only becomes tedious, but it’s starting to sound androgynous and boring.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">That’s why yesterday I said, “I hope in the future we’ll just be able to record a video message for jobs instead of sending a letter. That way they can see how excited and passionate you are for the position.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">Sure enough, as soon as I said those words my friend Katie sent me a job posting that wanted exactly that…a video resume. Finally, a chance to shine!<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">What I did not consider was how it would actually look and sound to record your resume. Cut to: Jack Donaghy filming a product integration video for GE.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><a style="font: Verdana" href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=45363044">Jack Donaghy - Product Integration</a><br /><object width="425" height="360"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=45363044,t=1,mt=video"><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=45363044,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><a style="font: Verdana" href="http://www.myspace.com/iheartskimasks">Call Me Orlando</a> | <a style="font: Verdana" href="http://vids.myspace.com/">MySpace Video</a></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">In short, it wasn't pretty. Maybe it’s a good thing I'm sticking to paper. <o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-44740494400190075602010-01-03T19:45:00.000-08:002010-12-29T07:55:22.724-08:00Getting Carded<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S0FlASJ3b5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/4bCarQEhPwY/s1600-h/Tarot+card+woman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/S0FlASJ3b5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/4bCarQEhPwY/s200/Tarot+card+woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422726481878413202" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="">This is going to be a good year I can feel it! One reason is because last week I had my Tarot Cards read. Stop…I know what your thinking. I’m handing my money away to some stranger who will tell me good things so I will pay her more money. Nope, not the case.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">There was no Voodoo-like art up, candles, or incense. No smoke and mirrors. In fact, it was just a blank white room, with a table and chair, in an office building/healing center. My reader was wonderful, and frank, and I loved her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">I won’t get into the details of the whole reading because there was a lot. However, my favorite part: at one point she actually said, “You're being a bitch to your soul. You need to stop whining and listen to her, she knows what’s up.” </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">So that is my new years resolution for 2010: stop being a bitch and trust my gut. We’ll see what happens!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="">**My Tarot Card reader looked nothing like the creepy woman in the picture</p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-46907305304938081352009-12-17T10:33:00.000-08:002009-12-17T10:36:30.880-08:00The Viewing Of This Movie Is PG-13<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/Syp5srB39pI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RHlA1FjyDWs/s1600-h/watching+a+movie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/Syp5srB39pI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RHlA1FjyDWs/s200/watching+a+movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416275310238234258" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="">What! Oh my gosh! Ahhh! So sweet!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">Hi, my name is McKenzie, and I’m a reactor. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">I've decided that the next time I go see a movie, regardless of the rating, I am going stand up and issue a caution. I feel it is everyone’s right to know that I will be “that girl.” Yes, it’s true. I gasp, I sigh, I scream. I am what you would call “a reactor”. Whatever emotion the movie is trying to ignite inside its audience members, I am probably feeling. And I will make it known. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">Here’s my defense: I can’t control it. I love movies. I love everything about them. I succumb to the "willing suspension of disbelief.” I invest. When I start watching a movie in a theater, my other senses subside and I get tunnel vision. I cannot vouch for my behavior once the previews begin. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">And truthfully, at $12 a ticket, why not invest?</p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-25662956155037555692009-12-08T10:32:00.000-08:002009-12-08T10:47:43.343-08:00Tis' The Season<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/Sx6fNpGMHeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_yN_-VJPYlk/s1600-h/subway-5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/Sx6fNpGMHeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_yN_-VJPYlk/s200/subway-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412938858864844258" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">When a homeless man rejects your food donation, is it time to reconsider your eating habits?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">Today on the subway there was a very large man begging for food or money. I didn’t end up eating the lunch I brought and thought (since I had no cash in my wallet) that giving him my lunch would be the Good Samaritan thing to do…until I actually gave it to him. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">I had brought rice cakes and hummus for lunch. I was very excited. I thought it was a good lunch. However, the look on his face was more like, “What the fuck is this? Are you really about to hand me your rice cakes and hummus?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">Yes I was, and yes I did. I’m sorry it wasn’t McDonald’s, which upsets my stomach too much. </p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-47425388725473465112009-12-02T11:29:00.000-08:002009-12-02T11:32:49.638-08:00Weather Report<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/SxbAxlX0WlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P4gd1lOzRL4/s1600-h/weathermap.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/SxbAxlX0WlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P4gd1lOzRL4/s320/weathermap.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410723960410364498" border="0" /></a>I went to school in the south for a reason. <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">While anticipating my wonderfully exciting first day of work, the morning’s weather report said it was going to be 70 degrees, and I believed it. *I envisioned myself running around the city with a light coat on, chuckling with my fellow cast and crew about the idiosyncrasies of this thing we call life. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">I should remind myself that NY is not South Carolina. When the day’s forecast says it’s going to be 70 degrees, that really means it’s going to be 55 and raining, and the light sweater you thought would be fine, is now turning into a wet suit. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">*Best read with a British accent</p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-74328797611513325102009-11-17T18:36:00.000-08:002009-11-17T18:48:02.453-08:00Awesome Blog : )<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/SwNgHEv2EvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YDIMnTAp4DE/s1600/37_pillow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/SwNgHEv2EvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YDIMnTAp4DE/s320/37_pillow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405269652424495858" border="0" /></a>I just discovered this blog. It's wonderful and could not encompass my feelings more. I hope you enjoy and that it makes you smile.<br /><br /><a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/">http://1000awesomethings.com/</a>McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-80485740630861164182009-11-16T13:07:00.000-08:002009-11-17T20:10:18.231-08:00Liberty and Justice for AllIf all ten-years-old's were like this...the world would be a more equal and entertaining place. My favorite part: the proud and amused dad.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlT5wvBbVEw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlT5wvBbVEw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699234884399731086.post-38494934332343998972009-11-10T10:43:00.001-08:002009-11-10T10:50:16.535-08:00It's Like Deja Vu All Over Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/Svm0pwtPoXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PauXzQtAyHM/s1600-h/5+boroughs.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uxx7ePMhIM/Svm0pwtPoXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PauXzQtAyHM/s200/5+boroughs.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402547857549926770" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">As a directionally challenged person living in NYC, it can get slightly daunting... and by slightly I mean incredibly. However, ever since I moved here something weird is happening.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">Every time I go to a new area for the first time, I am there again with the next three days for an entirely different reason. And it’s not just that I’ll go to the same borough twice in one week, it’s literally the same street.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but it's happened over eight times now! Maybe it’s the universe’s way of saying, "Look McKenzie, we know you get lost <i>A</i><i> LOT</i>. Here, this will make your life a little less complicated. Enjoy!"</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1">So I say, “Thanks universe! I owe ya one.” Maybe now’s a good time to look into astronomy.</p> <!--EndFragment-->McKenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430394234297208565noreply@blogger.com0