tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40527495689508820292024-03-19T13:23:23.879-07:00THE CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-63289791812825761822013-05-22T09:45:00.000-07:002013-05-22T09:45:11.313-07:00My GrandfatherMy grandfather had a stroke on Monday night. They are still doing tests on him, but he hasn't spoken and his right arm appears to be barely reactive.<br />
I am really worried about him, even though I have never been close to him....<br />
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CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-22978210536395245512013-05-11T18:30:00.000-07:002013-05-11T18:30:03.846-07:00Updatin'Updatin' time<br />
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Zim's daughter, Curly, recently had kids. She had two healthy sungal (White with a blanket of black covering most of the body) boys. They are so very sweet.Unfortunately, though, they will have to be sold, because their uncle is also their father. Fantastic. -_- ........<br />
I will post pictures when I can get them.<br />
Yoshi kidded a few hours ago, had two brown kids with dorsal stripes, one boy and one girl.<br />
I will probably put up pictures of them later.<br />
We now have seven kids, and only two of them are girls.<br /><br />
There is a goat show at the end of this month, and I am planning on buying a goat there. We will see what happens.<br />
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Ermm........New obsession with the bands Panic! At The Disco and Fall Out Boy...<br />
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What else can I speak of?<br />
I dunno.....<br />
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A bit excited and bummed abut the coming goat show, because, while I am excited at the possibility of getting a new goat, but......<br />
there is no one to hang out with me.<br />
And I mean no one.<br />
No one my age, no one who relates to me.<br />
No one who particularly enjoys my company.<br />
My only friend who used to go moved to Virginia and I haven't seen her in two years.<br />
I usually end up hanging out with nine year olds (who usuallt find me lame because I like to not get in trouble) or an elderly person.....Who usually likes me because I like to sit and converse.<br />
Sigh. Loneliness is annoying.<br />
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Anysandwhich, there is not a whole lot else to post about....except for the simple and amazing fact that<br />
I HAVE PUDDING :D :D :D<br />
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CRO<br />
<br />CROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-19620671394881907302013-04-01T18:19:00.003-07:002013-04-01T18:19:52.595-07:00The Votes are in!WELL.<br />
The votes are in.<br />
2 out of 3 people call Reeses cups "Reesies".<br />
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Huzzah!<br />
CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-29223937532226010472013-03-30T16:55:00.001-07:002013-03-30T16:55:30.038-07:00Just got back from Virginia, had a great time.<br />
Really tired, I might possibly maybe summarize the trip tomorrow.<br />
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CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-62162526703909017522013-03-10T15:51:00.000-07:002013-03-10T15:51:32.468-07:00<span style="font-size: large;">Zim is dead.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This is the worst day of my life.</span>CROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-5661399347733962802013-03-07T08:52:00.001-08:002013-03-07T08:52:38.054-08:00New Kids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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These two boys were born sometime last week (I don't remember when exactly...sigh)<br />
They need nicknames that start with D, but have a K in them.<br />
Any suggestions?<br />
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CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-22006025685251316972013-02-26T18:51:00.003-08:002013-02-26T18:52:05.859-08:00<u><b>WE ARE NOT RUSSIAN BECAUSE ATTILA THE HUN HAD A WIMPY WIFE.</b></u><br />
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I love the way my history professor (from the videos) phrases things.<br />
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CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-45308458209404361222013-02-21T18:20:00.002-08:002013-02-21T18:20:36.430-08:00Dougie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Completely forgot to tell you guys......This is Dougie, the first kid of the year. Born on Valentines day/morning. And when I say morning, I mean shortly after midnight. <br />
Yay Dougie!CROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-6756128755364398352013-02-15T06:12:00.001-08:002013-02-15T06:12:47.082-08:00<span style="font-size: large;">I refused to celebrate Valentines day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Why, you ask?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Simple.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Valentines day draws so much attention to it that we all forget what the REAL holiday in February is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Groundhogs day.</span><br />
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You know it's true.CROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-87039644179021253822013-01-10T16:58:00.003-08:002013-01-10T16:59:49.802-08:00Jokes<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTR2tVr2a6A" target="_blank">53 Terrible Jokes</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My favorite joke that he listed was:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">"Which days of the week are the strongest?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> "Saturday and Sunday. Because all the rest? They're week days."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tDRBb0apDg" target="_blank">The Best Joke Ever! --Nigahiga</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>Love this so much..... </span>CROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-19508706966102936172013-01-08T11:23:00.003-08:002013-01-08T11:23:44.826-08:00Panic 15Ah, that panicky moment.<br />
Tat panicky moment when you realize that you are going to be fifteen in less than a month, and then you realize that you are already fourteen, and then you realize that you're a teenager and you wonder "Where did my life go?!?!?"<br />
I want to be three again!!!!!<br />
Being three was great!!!<br />
But alas, time moves.<br />
Sigh.<br />
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On the upside, this will be the first birthday since I can remember that my birthday will be on a Saturday.<br />
I feel like I should do something special because of that.....<br />
but what?<br />
Doing special things to celebrate myself is not really how I usually roll.<br />
Sigh.<br />
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I wanna be three again...<br />
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CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-73073740350803274862012-12-19T06:35:00.001-08:002012-12-19T06:35:48.097-08:00Th universe is against me.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">My life?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Over.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Because of t<span style="font-size: large;">hat</span> picture.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Proving that someone is out to get me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This is a picture of my grandmother's cat food bucket. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Well, the inside of it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And if you look,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There is one.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Just one.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Four pronged, lighter in color, piece of cat food.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Just one.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you, universe.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">CRO</span>CROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-30623325980903254792012-12-08T11:03:00.003-08:002012-12-08T11:07:47.121-08:00Sick with Kittens Please note that the title is sick WITH kittens, NOT sick OF kittens. I am very happy to have kittens during my sick time.<br />
Alright. update. *sigh* <br />
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I am sick. Recovering from being sick, currently, but who knows what the winter season has in mind for me.<br />
I have......<br />
Wait for it....<br />
KITTENS.<br />
here:<br />
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhAVCT2LGNg<br />
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lThRo7wq6NI<br />
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those are videos of my kittens.<br />
Their names are Finnigan and Evan, and they are both boys. They are about 7-8-9 weeks old. We don't really know. <br />
Finnigan breaks into my room to snuggle up with me every night, no matter how many books I put in front of the door.<br />
I love them so much.<br />
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And now I am going to go take a nap, because my head hurts.<br />
CRO CROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-57563215448037607792012-11-24T10:58:00.000-08:002012-11-24T10:58:05.319-08:00FORGET YOU EVER SAW THIS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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DON"T QUESTION IT<br />
THIS IS FOR A ROLE-PLAYING SITE<br />NO INTERACTION FROM YOU GUYS IS NEEDED<br />
THANK YOU<br />CRO<br />
CROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-73732406029957585292012-11-20T10:48:00.002-08:002012-11-20T10:49:30.752-08:00My Desktop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">My current desktop.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That's right.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I scanned my own hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tu<span style="font-size: large;">rns out that it is actually quite creepy when you turn<span style="font-size: large;"> it on at night. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Booyah. My job is done. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">CRO</span>CROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-76735431932211323782012-11-15T11:16:00.002-08:002012-11-15T11:16:30.077-08:00<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I <span style="font-size: x-large;">DON'T <span style="font-size: x-large;">ALWAYS GET ACNE, BUT WHEN <span style="font-size: x-large;">I DO, IT MAKES ME LOOK LIKE RUDOLPH THE RED<span style="font-size: x-large;">-NOSED REINDE<span style="font-size: x-large;">ER.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">CRO</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">P.S. <span style="font-size: x-large;">IT <span style="font-size: x-large;">ALSO <span style="font-size: x-large;">POPS UP ON THE <span style="font-size: x-large;">ONLY DAY FOR THE <span style="font-size: x-large;">PAST FOUR MONTHS THAT I HAVE TO MAKE A PUBLIC PRESENTATION.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span>CROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-14507067820775069802012-11-13T06:52:00.002-08:002012-11-13T06:52:17.544-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Halloween costume. Tell me if you understand. <br />
CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-63450502903105153152012-11-04T18:44:00.002-08:002012-11-04T18:44:53.924-08:00:(I am really sad an stressed about all sorts of things... :(<br />
CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-87047644606180020912012-10-23T09:15:00.000-07:002012-10-23T09:16:24.287-07:00State Fair Again......Back from the State Fair.<br />
had such an awesome time with my friends, I cannot describe it. <br />
Zim and Curly did OK, and Brian's kid got Reserve Grand in the youth show. So yay.<br />
I had a FANTASTICALLY AWESOME TIME with my friends. I took pictures, but I'm not sure they would like to have them on the internet. *evil grin*<br />
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I think I got about 7 hours of sleep the whole weekend. But it was worth it. I stayed up until four in the morning on Friday night. It was awesome.<br />
However, when my friends had all left, I nearly fell asleep against the bars of the pens. Then I slept all the way home. When we got to my grandmothers, I accidentally kept sleeping in the car while my family unloaded everything and milked. Then when we got home, I got my stuff out of the car, plopped it on the floor of my room, skipped the shower I was planning on taking and slept until 9:00 PM. Then I woke up and stayed up until 11:00 PM. And then I went to sleep again and stayed asleep until 10:00 AM . So the sum-up of this boring story?<br />
I'm exhausted.<br />
I'm also bruised.<br />
My arms, all up and down. Bruised.<br />
My fingers, swollen.<br />
My toes, blistered.<br />
My nose, runny.<br />
My muscles, aching.<br />
And I feel AWESOME.<br />
CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-64468933998736064542012-10-18T07:37:00.000-07:002012-10-18T07:37:16.229-07:00STATE FAIR!!!!So, SOOOOOO EXCITED<br />
I CANNOT WAIT<br />I LEAVE TOMORROW MORNING<br />
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH<br />
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Hold on. Lemme get this out.<br />
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO<br />OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO<br />OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYEAH<br />
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BOOYAH<br />
AREVVE<br />
LALALALALAL<br />
WOO<br />
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GAH<br />
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*Sighs*<br />
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I think it's out now......Well, I still have it, I just don't have to yell about it. Anymore. <br />
I am leaving to show goats this weekend at the NC State fair. My friends Jonie and Ryan will be there. I see them both about twice a year, so you might understand why I am so excited.<br />
AHHH<br />
Sorry.<br />
Turns out I still had a little bit left in there.<br />
Anysandwichc, got the busiest kind of day today, with clipping and washing and cleaning and packing and such.<br />
Best be gone,<br />
CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-59854053874007296632012-09-24T08:16:00.001-07:002012-09-24T08:16:11.104-07:00SO LONGWOAH<br />
It's been way too long.<br />
WAAAAAY too long.<br />
Like WAAAY WAAAY WAAAY too long.<br />
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too long.<br />
I don't think you understand.<br />
It's been so long that I forgot that blogs existed.<br />
It's been so long that I forgot that words existed.<br />
ITS BEEN SO LONG<br />
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So I juts got back from Maine, and that was great.<br />
Woo.<br />
Todays schedule, you fail to ask for?<br />
7:00 Try to wake up.<br />
8:00 try again.<br />
9:00 wake up in a panic e remembering all the work that you have to do.<br />
9:30 check facebook. Then Blogs. Then do random silly things on the internet like watching this:<br />
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjGk_jU6t5A&feature=g-all-u<br />
10:30 realize that you are actualy hungry and scramble for a bowl of cereal<br />
11:00 Pretend to work, but actually just watch the funny video again.<br />
11:30 actually work<br />
12:00 skip lunch because I am half working half laying and recently ate breakfast<br />
1:00 have a skimpy and unhealthy lunch<br />
1:15 play the piano for a bit<br />
2:00 clean room<br />
2:30 realize in a panic all the work I ahve to do before three<br />
2:40 try to do all the work you ahve to do before three<br />
3:00 realize that I have a half hour.......*phew*<br />
3:30 realize that I completely wasted my day and now I ahve to scramble for a skimpy makeup of what I have to take somewhere<br />
3:35 leave for a Girl Scout meeting<br />
4:00 suffer through a GS meeting where I have to run the activity<br />
5:30 DINNER OUT!!!! HUZZAH!!!!<br />
6:30 Have a bellyache<br />
7:00 go to a Venturing Crew meeting<br />
7:15 suffer through the VC meeting<br />
9:00 finally leave for home<br />
9:10 fall asleep in the car<br />
9:20 arrive home and awake unhappily<br />
9:30 eat a large chocolate chip cookie<br />
10:00 dwadle towards m bedroom, really sleepy<br />
10:15 lay in my bed<br />
12:47 Actually go to sleep.<br />
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AND THERE YOU GO.<br />
CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-89606939007941282942012-08-20T09:19:00.002-07:002012-08-20T09:20:20.210-07:00I just got back from the West Virginia State Fair, did pretty well...<br />
Zim got 1st and Curly got third....<br />
My friends, Ryan and Myra, weren't there..... :(<br />
However, Aaron, my cousin, did come, as we knew my friends wouldn't be there and I didn't want to be completely lonely.<br />
But I didn't enjoy hanging out with Aaron the whole time.<br />
So much that I was forced to be outgoing.<br />
So much that I was forced to make friends with someone else named Aaron.<br />
No, really.<br />
There was a boy and his sister at the pens next to us, and they looked lonely, and the sister, Niki, who was 13, had won he costume class, so I went and congratulated her. And later, the brother, Aaron, who was 15, gave me a pair of concert tickets that they weren't going to use. The concert was really neat, although it was all christian music..... <br />
Either way, we started hanging out, although Niki actually did have a friend to hang out with so we didn't hang so much with her.<br />
So I made new friends :)<br />
CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-807732267231768192012-08-11T16:53:00.002-07:002012-08-11T16:53:47.671-07:00GreeceSOOOOO......<br />
I went to Greece for 16 days.<br />
Huzzah!<br />
It was wonderful. It was simply wonderful.<br />
I took 2500 pictures. The family I traveled with had two cameras, and they also took lots of pictures, but I don't know how many yet.<br />
I got to be the middle man, since Alex and Nicole(Sibling in the family I traveled with--Alex was 11 and Nicole was 10, they fought a lot.)<br />
I compiled a list of things about Greece that I thought were interesting...<br />
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<u><b>IN GREECE: </b></u><br />
1. You have to put 4 clothes pins on each shirt to keep it from blowing away<br />
2. You tell a one way street by the direction the parked cras are facing<br />
3. No one cares if you park on the sidewalk, or park anywhere erracticly<br />
4. The ocean is actually BLUE. In most places, you can see straight to the bottom even if it's 20 feet down.Also, there are no waves.<br />
5. Most beaches are pebble beaches.<br />
6. Adults don't mind if their kids are naked on the beach<br />
7. "Tavern" (Or "Taverna") Doesn't imply beer<br />
8. In most places, you are required to throw your toilet paper into a can, not the toilet<br />
9.Life doesn't start until after dark, and even toddlers will often stay up past midnight<br />
10. Liquid comes in bottles that are regular sized for here AND bottles that are 1 1/2 times ths size, and it's normal to get the bigger one.<br />
11.Shops close at 1:00 PM and open up again at 5:00 PM<br />
12. Most Greeks haven't climbed Olympus...But I did!<br />
13. Most Greeks are very relaxed and easygoing, and prefer the beach any day to sports.<br />
14. They offer you shots of alcohol whether or not you are of age<br />
15. Most Greeks skip breakfast<br />
16. Meat and/or cheese stuffed into flaky bread is the most common thing to find<br />
17. Porcelain holes in the ground are just as common as toilets...And they are used for the same thing.<br />
18. In a lot of places, you can drive 30 minutes in any direction and hit either the beach or the mountains<br />
19. Monasteries are everywhere, and also icons. You can buy an icon anywhere, and you will often see them hanging in even offices.<br />
20. Children and adults will play all sorts of instruments on the street.<br />
21. Graffiti is EVERYWHERE. Except (oddly enough) the bathrooms....<br />
22. Most bathroom stalls use old style keys that you just leave in the lock.<br />
23. Scooters are referred to as "Papakia" or "Little Ducks"<br />
24. There are rarely big cars, it is mostly Papakia and tiny cars due to the small streets<br />
25. Many Papaki riders wear their helmets on their elbow, since in Greece it's required to have a helmet WITH you, not necessarily on you.<br />
26. Papaki riders weave in and out of traffic as much as they like, even though it's illegal.<br />
27. The sidewalk are either two feet wide or fifteen feet.<br />
28. Most houses and restaurants have linoleum or tiled floors.<br />
29. Wood is more expensive than stone<br />
30. Magnum Ice Cream is very popular.<br />
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So yeah....I'll post more later..../<br />
CRO<br />
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<br />CROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-25110189505129101602012-07-31T07:45:00.003-07:002012-07-31T07:45:37.128-07:00Just got back from Greece a few days ago.<br />
Going to a concert at the library tonight.<br />
Donuts are good.<br />
I'll post more later.<br />
CROCROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797976863644168094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052749568950882029.post-27418415039199214792012-06-26T15:20:00.001-07:002012-06-26T15:20:10.966-07:00So...<br />
A bit of some very sad stuff here. I do not know exactly
when, or exactly how, but either way, Macduff, our last cat, died
sometime around the beginning of this month. He had been gone for a few
days by June 3rd, but that didn't really bother us; he often went out
for days at a time, such was his nature. Well, there happened to be
a.....particular death scent....and an accumulation of Buzzards and
Red-tailed hawks along our little dirt road...There wasn't much of a
carcass left, but the fur was the exact same shade of brownish black.
There wasn't enough left to bury. I think he would be happier, though,
not being buried. He hated drastic changes and confinement, like being
trapped in dirt. He was in one of his favorite places (The woods between
my grandma's house and mine) and he was doing something he loved to do,
(Walking; moving) and he was being one of his favorite things (free)
when he died.<br />
RIP Macduff. I will miss you, even if you don't believe me.<br />
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