tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85812170126995516792024-03-14T06:39:16.094-07:00Cafe MarianA gathering place to chat about Art. Craft. Music. Etcetera... Pop Culture. Design. Travel. Science. Relationships. Food & Drink. Health & Wellness. Facts & Opinion. Frugal Fun. Just a few of my favorite things.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-78623748650473485172016-09-12T14:24:00.001-07:002016-09-12T16:19:37.904-07:00Memories from Firefighter/Volunteer gatherings, New York City, 2001-2002Fifteen years ago I was living in New York City when the World Trade Center attacks occurred. The following is taken from notes I wrote in 2001 and 2002, when I met and talked with firefighters who were working on the site, which they first referred to as “the pile”, and later called “the pit.”<br />
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I volunteered for the Red Cross in November 2001. We served meals at the Marriott World Financial Center, just south of the World Trade Center site, where meeting rooms were turned into rooms of food, recliners, and other amenities for the firefighters, construction workers and police … everyone working at the site.<br />
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The room was filled with letters and cards from kids and adults from around the world, that were sent to the rescuers. The rescue workers did sit and read them. Some wanted to talk, some looked like they just wanted some quiet.<br />
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When a firefighter dies, everyone goes to the funeral. Firefighters from Canada came to New York to help attend funerals.<br />
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Fireman Tom started organizing parties to thank the volunteers, having firefighters and volunteers meet at bars and pubs around the World Trade Center, giving business to the local bar owners who were suffering. For many months, I attended these casual fireman/volunteer gatherings, having a beer and talking with the firefighters. I had written down some of the pub’s names: Brady’s, Rosie’s, Suspenders, The Roadhouse. Don’t know if any are still in the neighborhood, 15 years later.<br />
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Talking to an older battalion chief, I was asking what they were going through, and what he did when he wasn’t fighting fires. He talked about his sailboat that he keeps out on Long Island, and he likes to go out alone on his boat for peace and quiet. He talked about what they were finding, and I said I was interested to hear about it, but if he didn’t want to talk about it, that was okay. He said, no, it’s probably better I talk to you about it rather than bringing it home and telling my wife and kids about it. I was glad I could be of some little help.<br />
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I remember hoping these guys find someone to talk to. Several told me they don’t talk to their wives or families about what they are seeing and going through. They don’t want to burden them.<br />
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Young firefighter was in his car, not working that morning. Turned around, headed back in to grab his gear and go help. In the Bronx, he ran into traffic, and had a hard time getting into Manhattan, as they weren’t letting people in. He showed his badge, and got in. He got stuck in traffic for around 10 minutes. He finally got downtown, grabbed his gear at the firehouse, and was running down towards the burning towers. He was several blocks away when the first tower fell. All he kept thinking was if it hadn’t been for the traffic jam, he’d be in the tower by now.<br />
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Fireman was in his back yard, on 9/11, getting ready to paint his house, a beautiful morning, when he got a call, and… now, months later, he felt it was stupid, but he’s afraid on a nice morning, to go back out to his yard and get ready to paint. I assured him that wasn’t stupid.<br />
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One man said their firehouse lost 7 firefighters, and had only found a few remains. One man was identified, they found his leg and recognized the tattoo on his leg.<br />
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Retired firefighters looking for their sons.<br />
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One firefighter lost 21 friends, and many more acquaintances.<br />
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Very soon, all they were finding were bones. Raking through the dirt looking for bones.<br />
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The firefighters I met were tough, blue-collar type guys, with a love for their work, a positive spirit; they’re there to help people, to put out fires.<br />
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I have often wondered if it’s testosterone that causes men to often get some sort of adrenaline rush from charging into battle, wars, violence. But firefighters apply that drive for good, they run into burning buildings, charging into a fire, running into battle, but to help people, to save people, not to hurt people.<br />
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One said, a good day is when you have fires to go to and take care of. It’s a bad day for the homeowners, but a good day if you’re a fireman.<br />
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One loves working in the poorer neighborhoods, because the neighbors really know them, they get calls for help by lots of neighbors… and more fires to help with.<br />
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I don’t remember exactly what we were laughing and joking about, but with self-deprecating humor, one fireman told me, “Well, they call us New York’s Bravest, not New York’s Smartest.”<br />
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I asked one young firefighter, on your one day off, will you rest? No, he was going to Vermont, to go skateboarding.<br />
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I danced with a firefighter who was a good dancer... he may have had a few too many beers, but the other guys seemed to look out for him and make sure he was okay.<br />
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So many of them really love their jobs. They can’t think of anything they’d rather be doing. One fireman said, all he ever wanted to be was either a policeman, a fireman or a cowboy. He started studying to be a cop, didn’t like it, switched to firefighting, loves it. “As far as the cowboy thing, I listen to country music, so I figure I’m covered.” I guess if you live in NYC and want to be a cowboy, listening to country music is the closest you can get.<br />
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Most firefighters work other jobs, mostly construction. We decided, if you are going to build a house, you may want to check your local firehouse, you’re likely to find carpenters, framers, masons ... many crafts are represented.<br />
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The firefighters told me, the towers fell to the west, and twisted slightly as they fell, so for example, the north stairwell would be found facing a completely different direction. <br />
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The south tower fell into the Marriott World Trade Center, which had been evacuated, but people died in that building when the south tower fell on it. I later met a man who had worked at that Marriott. His boss was out of the building, but went back in to make sure everyone got out safely. He did not survive.<br />
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I remember when the EPA announced within mere days that the air was perfectly safe to breathe down there. There is no way that could be true. That smell in the air of burnt plastic and electrical, with a weird smell of powdered concrete persisted for months. Sometimes even many blocks uptown, the subway door would open, and there was that smell. Ugh. It was awful.<br />
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Every year in September, I do not need to be told to “Remember” or “Never Forget” the events of September 11th. I was there. It’s still difficult to see World Trade Center images, and I think that will always be true.<br />
<br />Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-54747663504441305382016-08-07T21:21:00.002-07:002016-09-12T16:21:49.680-07:00Keeping UpIs it possible to keep up with technology?<br />
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Unless it's your full time job, that is. If you even have a full time job anymore, in this ever-growing freelance kind of world, where the only people who get any help seem to be the billionaires and the giant corporations who appear to be destroying the world with their greed.<br />
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Check your email, check Facebook, post on Facebook, check Twitter, post on Instagram, on Snapchat, show everyone what you had for lunch, and oh yes, did you start a blog intending to write on it every day? Every week? Every month?<br />
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Tapping on your phone while you're walking down the street. Avoiding personal interaction? Avoiding having a face to face conversation with a person? Or it's just easier. But is it?<br />
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Is it possible to keep up?<br />
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21st Century Overload.<br />
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<br />Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-73296177551659881522014-08-11T00:36:00.001-07:002014-08-11T00:36:42.049-07:00WAR IS STUPID. VIOLENCE IS POINTLESS.<br />
War is stupid.<br />
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Violence is pointless.<br />
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Stop it. Everybody. Seriously.<br />
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It's the 21st Century. When will we learn that violence solves nothing.<br />
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It just creates more violence.<br />
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Some people seem to enjoy violence. I don't understand it.<br />
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Destruction is easy. Any idiot can destroy. <br />
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Show me you can make something, build something, create something. That is impressive.<br />
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Give peace a chance. It's time.<br />
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<br />Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-57447182488071440502014-03-27T17:18:00.000-07:002014-03-27T17:18:54.109-07:00Song Onomatopoeia - Song-omatopoeia?If a word that sounds like what it describes is onomatopoeia (POP, POOF, THUD), then what do you <br />
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call a song with music successfully matching the feeling of the lyrics?<br />
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Best recent example is "Happy" by Pharrell Williams. The music of that song just sounds happy! When it plays, it's impossible not to find yourself tapping your foot, or bobbing your head, just feeling happy-clappy! If you need to boost your mood, just play this song. It sounds happy!<br />
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Another example of song-omatopoeia (I made that up) is from the Beatles.<br />
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"I'm So Tired,"written and sung by John Lennon, is from the White Album, 1968. The song starts and John sounds tired. The music, lyrics and John's voice, all sound so tired.<br />
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Not familiar with the song? Try this link:<br />
http://www.last.fm/music/The+Beatles/_/I'm+So+Tired<br />
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"I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink. I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink. I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink. No no no…… "<br />
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Sometimes when I am feeling so tired, I find myself singing this. It perfectly fits the feeling.<br />
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What other songs successfully match the feeling of their lyrics with the sound of their music?Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-72416329590013603992014-02-09T14:32:00.000-08:002014-02-09T14:32:32.211-08:00The Beatles in America - 1964It was 50 years ago today… The Beatles played on the Ed Sullivan Show. I was just a kid, but I still remember it. It was the first music I listened to, followed, and saved my money to buy the albums. I think albums were around $4.00 at the time. I still have a few of my originals: Beatles '65, Rubber Soul, Abbey Road...<br />
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If you watch the press conferences from that time, it seemed the press kept trying to trip them up with serious questions, since they were just kids in a pop band… but they always seemed to have witty and clever responses. And remember, they were all under 25 years old when they arrived in 1964. <br />
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It's also interesting to remember how shocked people were about their long hair. Seriously. Look at their 1964 pictures, and think about how shocking this long hair was at the time. Seems silly today.<br />
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A few years later, some religious groups gathered to burn Beatles records, because they decided they were evil, for some reason. Even as a kid, it seemed silly to me at the time. Just because they were new and inventive was no reason to fear them. At that time, I actually decided, that as I grow up, I should give new things a chance. I still think of that today. If I hear music that I don't like, I try to pause, give it a chance, and try to understand where they're coming from, and what they're expressing. I still might not like it personally, but everyone has a right to their voice, and their point of view. Truly inventive, creative people are sometimes not immediately understood, because they're ahead of their time, with new ideas.<br />
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I recently read a comment from someone who asked what's the big deal, The Beatles were just another pop group. But I'm not sure that person realizes the context. What did music sound like before The Beatles, and what happened after they started writing and performing their own music? <br />
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The Beatles Anthology CD's are amazing. There are 3 volumes, with 2 CD's each. They are chronological, so in Volume 1, you hear some early covers they did of other people's music. As time progresses, they start writing their own music, and you can hear the sound developing. These CD's also include early takes in the studio of music they later released. I love hearing the process of creativity, so these CD's are amazing as you hear their rough demo tapes then get developed into what eventually became the finished song.<br />
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You can probably download the music, without actually having the CD, but the liner notes of these CD's describe what you're hearing, and add a lot to the audio as you listen. <br />
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The Beatles changed popular music, and we're still listening, 50 years later.
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Onomatopoeia is the term for a word or words that sound like what they define.<br />
Examples: Tick Tock, Kerplunk, Oink, Meow, Plop Plop Fizz Fizz.<br />
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My question is, what about a word that is the opposite of what it defines?<br />
Example: Monosyllabic.<br />
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Just wondering if there's a word for that...Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-69637318792786745052014-02-03T17:06:00.000-08:002014-02-03T17:06:05.496-08:00This is the oldest I've been yet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkU7b2gBK3dlzS9cWYrlQz3ZQAsZuYSCCYbSbm2vSU9PSKCbIQk52oo0zzmmpCe56PIB1Zddkm0k4h0opCemAx5ra-gKOaWYUpOIwMKztejI7R7AbTiTdCgkcqsvJu7t-fK3UwFkn-OPf9/s1600/holidays_birthday_candles_trio_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkU7b2gBK3dlzS9cWYrlQz3ZQAsZuYSCCYbSbm2vSU9PSKCbIQk52oo0zzmmpCe56PIB1Zddkm0k4h0opCemAx5ra-gKOaWYUpOIwMKztejI7R7AbTiTdCgkcqsvJu7t-fK3UwFkn-OPf9/s1600/holidays_birthday_candles_trio_1.png" /></a>Every year our birthday gives us a time to reflect. Sometimes we're happy with where we find ourselves, other times we wish we would have accomplished more by this age… whatever age that is. It's part of life.<br />
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Often we complain about aging, getting older. But once you've known someone who never got the chance to get old, that changes. For me, when my brother, Michael and my friend, Jana each died before they had a chance to get old, I realized that I could not complain about getting older, in honor of them. They never got to be this old. <br />
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Sometimes life is fun, sometimes it's difficult. Some days are hard, some are easy. But onward we go, because, well, this is all we've got! We strive to keep a balance in life, aim to stay positive, and enjoy the time we have with the people we love. We continue to get older, because that's what we all do.<br />
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So, this is the oldest I've been yet, but I hope to get much older before I'm through.<br />
Here's to a great year ahead!<br />
<br />Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-14319754809273178692013-09-24T01:43:00.000-07:002014-02-03T15:35:58.037-08:00So Much Time, So Little To Do<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wait... Strike that, reverse it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This, I believe is a quote from Willy Wonka. It is how I feel about the world lately. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Too much to do! Computers were supposed to make our lives easier (weren't they?) but they just give us more stuff to keep track of. Access to more information, certainly, but how do we keep track of it all?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We can search the Web for answers to anything. It is amazing, any question you can think of, someone else in the world has the answer, or has at least asked the same question. The learning possibilities are endless. It's exciting. And time-consuming. Especially when one page has an interesting link to another, and then to another, and then you see something else interesting, and that reminds you of another thing you want to look up and then... wait, what was I searching for?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Check emails, read, reply to some, save others till later, until the email box is overflowing, go back through the old ones, and try to remember, why was I saving this? Delete. Delete. Check your Facebook page, update. Check Linked In, update. And Twitter. And Pinterest. And all the others I don't use. Watch a video clip. Listen to some music. Remember to write something on your blog, at least once in awhile. Send out some pictures. Pay your bills. Check emails again. And Facebook. And Linked In.... it's truly neverending.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How do you keep up with it all?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Maybe it's just me. Some days it's hard to focus. I have to work on that. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But first, let me go read that thing I just found...</span>Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-43962393421382951652012-10-17T15:04:00.000-07:002014-02-03T15:40:42.750-08:00Speeding Towards The Red LightWhen you're driving, and the traffic light up ahead has just turned yellow, then red, do you still step on the gas and speed towards it? Then at the last minute, do you step hard on your brakes, causing your car to lean forward and then lurch back sharply when coming to a stop?<br />
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Why do you do that? I guess if you're trying to get into the left turn lane in time for the next arrow, I understand it then, but otherwise, it makes no sense to me. If you're trying to beat me to the red light, then, well, congratulations, I guess. You win. <br />
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I'm no car expert, but it seems that doing this would cause you to use more gas and wear out your brakes faster. You're also really counting on your brakes to work perfectly. Luckily that usually happens. But as someone who was once sitting at a red light, and watched in their rear view mirror as a fast approaching car coming from behind DIDN'T manage to stop in time... well, maybe that's why I'm a bit sensitive to it. It's just one of my driver pet peeves.<br />
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So I guess my advice is, if the light ahead has just turned red, slow down! You have nowhere to go, and you can save a little gas with a little coasting.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-12984615864838266442012-03-15T21:49:00.000-07:002014-02-03T15:40:51.744-08:00Slower Traffic Keep RightMy mind seems to be on traffic pet peeves these days so here's one more.<br />
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When you're on a multi-lane highway or freeway, with at least 3 lanes in each direction, it used to be common knowledge that slower traffic should stay to the right lane, and as cars wanted to drive faster, they would move to lanes to the left. <br />
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There were signs that said "Slower Traffic Keep Right" but I don't see those much anymore. So I wonder if people still know or follow that basic premise, that as you want to drive faster, you move a lane to the left. <br />
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You often see people zipping up the right lane, going fast, passing everyone. And in the far left lane, also known as the fast lane, or passing lane, you see people there, driving too slow, compared to how traffic is moving. This forces other drivers to go around them on the right.<br />
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Is it true that some drivers get into that left lane, and purposely drive exactly the speed limit, just to teach other drivers a lesson, that they shouldn't be speeding? I've heard some do and that seems silly. And dangerous. If people want to speed, they're going to do it. Blocking the flow of traffic in the fast lane doesn't teach anything, it just annoys other drivers and could encourage them to try more dangerous maneuvers, as they weave through traffic.<br />
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We're all in such a hurry, it's easy to lose our temper while driving. What they used to teach as "Defensive driving" I like to call "Driving as if every driver around you may be about to do something really dumb." It's hard to stay calm sometimes, and other drivers will occasionally do something really dumb. <br />
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While some traffic rules seem silly, most are designed to keep traffic moving safely. So, take a deep breath, stay calm and if you don't want to speed, stay to the right and let the speedsters fight it out in the fast lane.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-48781400215830651272012-03-12T21:47:00.001-07:002014-02-03T15:38:19.629-08:00Cars No Longer Equipped With Turn Signals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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... or so it seems.<br />
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Okay, it's not true, but doesn't it seem like it sometimes? Turn signals, indicators, blinkers... call them what you will, but they're a very simple and fairly clever way to give other drivers a little advance warning, so they know what you're about to do, before you do it. "Yes, I am slowing down, but you see, it's because I'll be turning up ahead."<br />
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They're so easy to use, why do so many people choose not to use them?<br />
A simple form of communication, a safety device, and at the very least, a common courtesy to other drivers.<br />
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So, unless you're assuming that all the rest of the drivers on the road have ESP and can predict ahead of time every move you're about to make, next time you're about to make a turn or change lanes, just take that one finger and flip on your blinker. Everyone else on the road will be glad you did.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-65673024053176481112012-01-27T23:15:00.000-08:002014-02-03T15:39:22.228-08:00New City, New YearMoving to a new city is<br />
Exciting<br />
Exhausting<br />
Expensive<br />
Exactly what I've done.<br />
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Moving is the only time you touch everything you own at least once. And usually you start to wonder where all this stuff came from. But you pack it up and move it with you anyway. Because, well, I might need it! It's a good time to purge out some unwanted things, but we do carry lots of stuff around with us, don't we? <br />
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In a new city, a sense of exploration is important. Figuring out where things are, how to best get to where you need to go. Meeting new people. It's fun. Tiring sometimes, and time consuming, but fun.<br />
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Many things seem more time consuming these days. There never seems to be enough time to keep up with everything. That seems true now more than ever. How many online accounts do we really need?How many passwords do I have to remember? Check the phone, check emails, check snail mail, check Facebook, and oh yeah, write a post for my blog. Time flies, whether you're having fun or not!<br />
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So here I am, in a new city in a new year. 2012. An interesting year. Maybe. Is it the end? An end? A beginning? Or just another year. The end of the world has been predicted before, many times, and yet, here we still are. Nobody knows for sure. So I guess we'll find out.<br />
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If 2012 is the end of something, I have decided to think that maybe it's the end of the world, as we know it. Maybe this year will usher in a better world, a more peaceful world. a happier world. Maybe that sounds very Pollyanna, and usually, I can be as cynical as anybody, but in this one thing, I'm holding out a bit of hope.<br />
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"You could say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one." John Lennon said it best ... in his own write, of course.<br />
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New City, New Year. What will we be saying about 2012 next year at this time?Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-83536503679495382852011-08-14T18:20:00.000-07:002014-02-03T15:41:39.152-08:00Souper Simple Soup Starter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7n9Hzc9wmpIg5A0EKHXf1tfc_xeQWu6atROaYr9myTb0eTfk3f8495b8FeK8xdHo4V8kwubZFTkUuAjDN0jLnavNZpdG__M6u2PaqA6Wi-kuyhUhQv29L5VYusS9Wli88s93_1HPH66QR/s1600/images-1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7n9Hzc9wmpIg5A0EKHXf1tfc_xeQWu6atROaYr9myTb0eTfk3f8495b8FeK8xdHo4V8kwubZFTkUuAjDN0jLnavNZpdG__M6u2PaqA6Wi-kuyhUhQv29L5VYusS9Wli88s93_1HPH66QR/s200/images-1.jpeg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640893066748082834" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 165px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /></a>If you keep these three ingredients in the kitchen, you can always make yourself a nice pot of healthy soup! Cannellini Beans are high in protein and fiber, so this can be the start to a great healthy vegetarian soup. This is a minestrone-type soup, but feel free to add whatever vegetables and meats you have on hand, to these three basic starting ingredients: <br />
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When the onions are soft, stir in the Broth and the Tomatoes. </div>
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Stir in the fresh or frozen vegetables you have on hand. Broccoli, carrots, spinach, cauliflower, peas, zucchini are all good options. Shelled Edamame (soy) beans are good too, and add even more vegetarian protein. </div>
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If the soup starts to get too thick, just stir in a little water, or a little red wine. </div>
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Cook until the vegetables are tender, ladle into bowls, and top with shredded Parmesan Cheese.</div>
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Simple, delicious, hearty and healthy!</div>
Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-64015094430200222862011-08-14T17:48:00.001-07:002014-02-03T15:42:52.096-08:00Easy Peachy a la Mode<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmnDyTfVps0hnvNS70vxd2zXGC9IxlZMDokZeAidX5CSpD81BP_jC3On91kUm5w3AYUrRfmG3XOMcBvU0By8ncDW1Sr7RFe_Fh6-YvLzApHjaidZO3duzA25a2snlTJrra8UrehZbJsar/s1600/peach.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmnDyTfVps0hnvNS70vxd2zXGC9IxlZMDokZeAidX5CSpD81BP_jC3On91kUm5w3AYUrRfmG3XOMcBvU0By8ncDW1Sr7RFe_Fh6-YvLzApHjaidZO3duzA25a2snlTJrra8UrehZbJsar/s200/peach.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640883267673099122" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 194px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a>Peaches are in season right now. Picking out ripe fruit is not something I'm very good at. It's always a bit of a gamble when I get them home and cut them open. This week I was very pleased with my peach selection; they were juicy and sweet.<br />
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Peel and slice Fresh Peaches. Place in a microwave safe bowl. </div>
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Microwave for just a minute or so, until they're hot and juicy.</div>
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Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-18144307968832084052011-07-29T15:39:00.000-07:002014-02-03T15:43:24.709-08:00Lemon Vermouth Fish Fillet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHTqFB6yat1NdfRk4E7foOsvx4gt0JQ4NRovKImW5AL0mbSM2WYIu7Xkfc0SWSDo0YMqYMlb7G1Znmopkn4tcr72egIeQxoWDEjXcrg7VFJ0Tbvk1pHSkVdVVTPlOYid6FiYuN6XY80Kx/s1600/images.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHTqFB6yat1NdfRk4E7foOsvx4gt0JQ4NRovKImW5AL0mbSM2WYIu7Xkfc0SWSDo0YMqYMlb7G1Znmopkn4tcr72egIeQxoWDEjXcrg7VFJ0Tbvk1pHSkVdVVTPlOYid6FiYuN6XY80Kx/s200/images.jpeg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634914324369388802" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 98px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 120px;" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">After reading that vermouth is made of wine with added herbs, I thought it must be good to cook with. And it is. I've experimented a bit, and came up with a light sauce that tastes great poured over fish fillets before baking. I've used it on salmon and orange roughy fillets, and I think it could be used on many types of fish. The combination of lemon, dijon mustard and dry vermouth has a great aroma while it's cooking. It's quick, easy, and delicious!</span></span><br />
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Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-1415659993119190292011-06-01T00:54:00.000-07:002014-02-03T15:43:47.367-08:00Herbal Green Iced Tea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NxYWyJ4hr4pwTjGPiCxIHK_JG1O8XNKVKcp6kmRE1JnEyRc_AansXOwiRkgVu2RNbc4SexNDbSrv76dfv_Mw-BZaVr7UP8wi48bKRJMSOJL9b4f78vXrdcRYPaeA-dL1itbpW8ZGTQkQ/s1600/images-2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NxYWyJ4hr4pwTjGPiCxIHK_JG1O8XNKVKcp6kmRE1JnEyRc_AansXOwiRkgVu2RNbc4SexNDbSrv76dfv_Mw-BZaVr7UP8wi48bKRJMSOJL9b4f78vXrdcRYPaeA-dL1itbpW8ZGTQkQ/s200/images-2.jpeg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613164543079382642" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 104px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 104px;" /></a><br />
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Green tea is good for you, according to many articles I've read lately. I don't drink it very often though. My preferred morning beverage is a cup of coffee. </div>
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But I have come up with a way to drink more green tea. By combining green tea with herbal teas, and chilling it, I can make up my own flavored iced green tea concoction.</div>
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Brew a pot of tea, using one or two green tea bags, and two or three herbal tea bags, using your favorite flavors.</div>
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Remove the tea bags after a few minutes, when it has brewed enough. Let the pot of tea cool down, then pour it into a covered container and put it in the fridge.</div>
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Whenever you're thirsty, you have a ready-made healthy green tea beverage. If you've made it strong, just add more ice cubes and cold water, to suit your taste. </div>
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Using fruit-flavored herbal teas adds a refreshing sweet fruity flavor to the green tea, so you might not have to add any sugar or sweeteners. Your iced tea will be healthier than many pre-made, pre-sweetened tea beverages that are out there. I like to use herbal tea flavors like berry, pomegranate, apple cinnamon, and lemon. </div>
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Green tea does have caffeine in it, so using more green tea and less herbal tea will give you a tea with more caffeine. To reduce the caffeine, use only one green tea bag and several herbal tea bags. </div>
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Brew up a pot once a week, and experiment with different herbal flavors. You'll have your own personal flavor of iced green tea.</div>
Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-55831728708600129062011-05-31T21:40:00.000-07:002014-02-03T15:44:35.142-08:00My Favorite Healthy Oatmeal Add-ins<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD1bGVZCu5lshE9QnPTyXbtRYIosUPwm3zT0Q8CnV0sRobHU0Tnd4HRQYyFfZd8JFxHnSMrCc_hilytl0AovgZEeJk7AIHxV2w8Jr96g0l1cXHwIFRYP5tz2AYoOIuPgBxkwZgCsz0gaZ1/s1600/cereal.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD1bGVZCu5lshE9QnPTyXbtRYIosUPwm3zT0Q8CnV0sRobHU0Tnd4HRQYyFfZd8JFxHnSMrCc_hilytl0AovgZEeJk7AIHxV2w8Jr96g0l1cXHwIFRYP5tz2AYoOIuPgBxkwZgCsz0gaZ1/s200/cereal.gif" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613108688549048594" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 174px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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I'm not a serious health food nut, I eat plenty of junk. But whenever I read about a food that's healthy, and it's something that I like, I try to add it wherever possible. </div>
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For me, breakfast has to include protein and should not include sugar. Eating sugar in the morning seems to just make me hungrier all day. And artificial sweeteners all have an aftertaste that I just don't like. So... no sweeteners here. </div>
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Use the standard measurements of 1 part dry oatmeal to 2 parts water (i.e., one serving: 1/3 C oats and 2/3 C water). Sometimes I cook it in a saucepan on the stove, but I often nuke it in a glass bowl in the microwave.</div>
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<b>Here are my favorite healthy, tasty oatmeal additions </b>(the amounts can be a spoonful, a handful, a pinch... whatever tastes good. Start with a little, add more if you like.)</div>
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<b>Before cooking the oats, </b>add any of these:</div>
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<li>Cinnamon (adds good flavor, and no sugar)</li>
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<li>Blueberries, fresh or frozen (and they turn your oatmeal a lovely color purple)</li>
<li>Peach Slices, fresh or frozen (delicious with the cinnamon)</li>
<li>Flaxseeds, freshly ground. (If you've always wondered what to do with a mortar and pestle, that works great for this, a spoonful of flaxseeds grinds up in a minute)</li>
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<li>Sliced Bananas</li>
<li>Raspberries, fresh or frozen (these are better added cold or at room temp., not cooked)</li>
<li>Plain Nonfat Yogurt (adds protein and calcium, with no fat, and no sugar)</li>
<li>Natural Peanut Butter (natural, where the only ingredient is peanuts and maybe salt. Trader Joe's natural peanut butter is great.) And if you add peanut butter while the oatmeal is hot, it melts in and gets gooey and is surprisingly tasty in here. Plus it adds a nice protein boost.</li>
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Do you have other healthy oatmeal additions that you enjoy? Feel free to leave a comment and share your favorites.</div>
Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-26389227610454093142011-04-13T13:22:00.000-07:002014-10-27T10:33:50.055-07:00ALEXANDER CALDER at OCMA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81oD614mNaERY4_ipUTRb2AuL1QWfPJ_XXqah6m-sF1jH7AJSuIPYOAESDNr7-NQfE3yWyNpdV4GxikQAltTAXqnQIx-SZAYkJnTwvqfQpR4Ebx7GI-vBpYA5Gi7EoEHtg2ztBRji53Wr/s1600/Calder+Mobile+atocma.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81oD614mNaERY4_ipUTRb2AuL1QWfPJ_XXqah6m-sF1jH7AJSuIPYOAESDNr7-NQfE3yWyNpdV4GxikQAltTAXqnQIx-SZAYkJnTwvqfQpR4Ebx7GI-vBpYA5Gi7EoEHtg2ztBRji53Wr/s200/Calder+Mobile+atocma.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595180174480582946" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a>Sunday I attended opening day of a new exhibition at the Orange County Museum of Art in Newport Beach, CA, which I highly recommend, if you're in Southern California. It runs until September 4, 2011, and it's called:<br />
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Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-19147205888841632932011-04-05T15:05:00.001-07:002014-02-10T17:39:50.834-08:00Would you rather type than talk?While I appreciate the value of emails and texting in many situations, I'm curious how many people are typing, primarily to avoid talking to people.<br />
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Originally it seemed that texting was a way to use the phone when you shouldn't be on your phone at all ... in class or in a meeting. Then someone told me that they didn't actually want to talk to their friend and get into a long phone call, they just wanted to send a message to them. It's more of a one-way communication to me ... until your friend texts you back, I guess.<br />
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So, would you rather text a friend than actually speak to them? There are situations where typing is better than talking, but are those situations becoming more frequent for many people? Is there an age gap in how we think about texting? It seems that kids, teens and 20-somethings may spend more time texting than talking. But I start to wonder, are they still learning how to have conversations or are they avoiding that by texting? </div>
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Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-19885765368357705662011-01-03T22:50:00.000-08:002014-02-03T15:47:20.082-08:00A New Year. Friends. Experiences. Balance.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">2011</span></span> </span></i></b></span></span> Where did that first decade of the 2000's go anyway? <br />
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So last year, I took some money out of savings, and opted for an experience, a travel adventure. Using the JetBlue All You Can Jet Pass, I travelled for 30 straight days, spending money on transportation, food and lodging. More importantly, that pass enabled me to visit many friends and family who are scattered all over the country. </div>
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Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-6887033470838113352010-10-23T15:06:00.000-07:002014-02-03T15:48:45.509-08:00All You Can Jet... a postscript<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQObZ1s3zXnIUHnN7uUCyzdrvPqDeko_sNtHnJUMrRT0lHTK5BPPu91gSywmUHl09YufsmEN4To2PbTnYHgyeOVd7AJBazEn6zRR8W19TBjb5anL06c-uDAr_aVbpQk73YHr_8rsqnUX7/s1600/P1010794.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br />
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Turns out, back in 1966, my father did a similar... but different... trip. He traveled on a Greyhound bus for 99 days for $99. He broke it up into segments. I think it was 3 weeks in one direction, then home to the Chicago suburbs. Then 3 weeks in another direction, then home. For 99 travel days. He was writing for a restaurant industry magazine at the time, so he wrote about restaurants he found along the way.</div>
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Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-43285920928397485352010-10-07T18:11:00.000-07:002010-10-07T18:39:36.007-07:00AYCJ - Day 30 - The final day, Leaving Las Vegas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR2n5V0mBVFQC3gllZ8DLu4y4GzaHlxTUTDNAX0Jp0BECdMLotyKT_AbVUoL0AsH4pxJ35Q9i_RM3-vMd4a4id_XG8A1vtOEcKX-xStllI9rLLr3rwdjJ3ehRyVSw7Oi17efo3kNqUC36s/s1600/arriving+lg+bch.JPG"></a>Wednesday, October 6, Day 30 of the 30-day JetBlue All You Can Jet Travel Adventure. Final day in Las Vegas, and the final, and short, flight home to Long Beach, CA.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpGSoIWiMJ032Qw7kmO7SWt0o17gmpfnhv6BQATZxsfN9IQsycpXyiYzq47mNemgC-s8FiWuyY6kEH4XxJ22YhM-3t-T9PA0q_Byn__XC7yhuK8JmdRg7xyZMn8Jf2dXUy6PUYNlkwRmH/s320/aycj+tag+crp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525481864642341570" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">photo: my AYCJ luggage tag</span></div><div><br /></div><div>This is it, the 30th day. I'm in Las Vegas, and get up in time to get a good breakfast before checking out at noon. I stayed in the casino long enough to play my new favorite poker machine... thinking maybe on the last day I could come out ahead... but alas, that was not to be. Another dollar down!</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5rIm4rD95gXVZlKlviW24GnNk1rROtB6A-fKJwQlVeLtKJK3oqiGIBgiqHrxp7XmKcJFiPfgkhsnlDnxWVqlwmoRnzgnEk2_Qabb-K3ZM0aSTt-txhRnKxOCHhb-ZmEEBz5N3OiLtPaai/s200/sky+over+LV+arpt.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525482203193027778" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span><div>Then I drove to the home of my friends Kathy and John, several miles west of the strip. She gave me a tour, and we relaxed for awhile through the afternoon. Then it was time for me to return my car, and get to the airport for the final flight home. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">photo: sky over Las Vegas Airport, on the final night</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>When planning this trip, I had a feeling that by now I'd be tired and would appreciate a short final flight. It's less than an hour to </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wThu15b_Gl9WS3R-NQL-MJyqWxS6eiyCtx2A_9zKbYab-_Y93LOukHIWA_p2yJSH38qtXFZm0XQrBqy3uz5PNbCn8cNRHu_UXy1TH96HDDb8lr1DUiDnyW5Jj3Ms_hySz5y6InmpoGLl/s200/lvg+las+veg.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525482611420722402" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span><div>fly from Las Vegas back to Long Beach Airport. So that was nice. The shuttle that drove me home made another stop first, and the drive home took longer than the flight! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div>But I'm home. And I'm exhausted. I will be reading over my writings of the past 30 days, and might write more in the days ahead. I appreciate any comments you might have, if you've read the tales of my 30 day travel adventure. I traveled across the </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR2n5V0mBVFQC3gllZ8DLu4y4GzaHlxTUTDNAX0Jp0BECdMLotyKT_AbVUoL0AsH4pxJ35Q9i_RM3-vMd4a4id_XG8A1vtOEcKX-xStllI9rLLr3rwdjJ3ehRyVSw7Oi17efo3kNqUC36s/s200/arriving+lg+bch.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525482614452995282" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span><div>country, on my Friends And Family Across America tour!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">photos: leaving Las Vegas, and arriving in Long Beach</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div>Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-10024271013875023162010-10-07T16:23:00.000-07:002010-10-07T17:56:59.495-07:00AYCJ - Day 29 - Las Vegas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtn99UI5AZ3HT8UO_EhkM75a6aPB4cUYYXTntt19FIvcB8TNLZIlPxA4lyII0mUudDJzJRWYR6z3waXQ3YOSSFOLx2Odxmw1fxQ78xxAk3aBoZJt_-UKHUM12UtU4SqUAnlauaJW8rVstC/s1600/sunset+LV+hotel.JPG"></a>Tuesday, October 5 - Day 29 of my 30-day JetBlue, All You Can Jet Adventure. Is it really almost over? Have I really been on the road for 29 days?<div><br /></div><div>Since I got to bed at 4 am, I'm tempted to just sleep all day... but I can't! It's the last 2 days, I'm in Las Vegas, and I have to get up and do something! It was at least 11 am before I really got moving, and this is one time when I'm glad that the hotel cafe serves breakfast all day long. Even though it's almost lunch time, what I really want is bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast and coffee. So that's what I had before I set out for the day. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFHjtSIix4le6zAcNaES4Vj6mDPA0ahQWBaLNvV0iGPv3BvV-KmbhXciI62S3hfdFLVwUSIZIPxP38Ugmatkaj8tBtt0Iss1tvIxWo-nFIkL5ou8xHWwdZ4NgRcSZVp6hZntLGMt9R8N3/s200/Red+Rocks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525470986609745810" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>When I'm in the enclosed hotel/casino atmosphere for awhile, I start to crave some fresh air and sunshine. And since I had rented a car, I decided to go for a drive and explore some areas beyond the strip. I drove first up the strip, to the north end, the somewhat older, downtown area. Then I turned west on Charleston, and headed out to Red Rocks, which my friend Kathy had told me about the previous day.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinRiUY0eXofcSGZNyxysoIKYbCPsTCXSDnVLHRRu71g0typOePQLU36zrwiVBJ3P3yw6RI9wE3vHjvjc2WXt6yGi3XFyVdl7n_nW4vRrQnhTef5nIJNMXyHo7Lv7xwRJ0BSjr2Hjel-Uuz/s200/Red+Rk+Sky.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525470991808687122" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span></div><div>Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area is about 15 miles west of the Strip. It's nice to know that a protected area of natural beauty is not so far away. I paid the $7 admission fee, and walked</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> </span></span> through the exhibits in and outside of the Visitors Center. There is lots of information there, and I may have to come back someday to really read it all, but, as I've done before on this trip, I took in what I could in limited time, and decided to drive the 13-mile scenic drive. There are many hiking trails too... but I drove, and stopped to take some pictures along the way.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6oo8cAmI096UiEuUMJ_SDfqJVZq7UfQYac0-5MURXbOM_-XnfvzF2O59DrEBJFPXWHGRkMNDwpzJl8_sWrLPb4A2O4RjyYK2QFLSAUaGGOjnCBEcTnuXJMDFWowr9Cpw6ISMjFbi5_kn/s200/red+rock+crittr.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525470997457346786" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px; " /></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span><div><div>It was late afternoon when I drove back from Red Rocks, through another area of Las Vegas, and returned to the hotel. I was tired </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span>from the driving, my eyes were dry (I am in the desert, aren't I?) </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span><div>and I went to the coffee shop in the hotel, where they have free WiFi. </div><div><br /></div><div> After working on my laptop for awhile, I pause to realize just how much noise a casino creates. There is a constant din, a large variety of electronic sounds from the machines. I rather miss the old clink clink clink of coins from old fashioned slot machines. The electronic/computer versions of those sounds just aren't the same... but they are noisy!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtn99UI5AZ3HT8UO_EhkM75a6aPB4cUYYXTntt19FIvcB8TNLZIlPxA4lyII0mUudDJzJRWYR6z3waXQ3YOSSFOLx2Odxmw1fxQ78xxAk3aBoZJt_-UKHUM12UtU4SqUAnlauaJW8rVstC/s200/sunset+LV+hotel.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525470997588858834" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div>The noise is getting to me, and I'm a little tired, hungry, and cranky. So I picked up some food</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span><div> to go from the food court in the hotel, and took it to the relative quiet of my room. I watched the sunset, and took a little nap, to catch a second wind for the final AYCJ night.</div></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>Thanks to JetBlue's AYCJ Facebook page, I learned that a group of fellow AYCJ'ers were meeting at New York New York Hotel at 9 pm. I drove over there to meet them. It was nice to trade stories with other travelers on this crazy 30-day adventure, here in our 29th day. I have been out on the road the entire 30 days, and was surprised to know that most people had stopped back home at least once during the 30 days. I don't know how many passes JetBlue sold, but I'm curious how many others were out traveling the whole 30 days?</div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately, I had gotten a couple calls I had to return, and was still feeling rather tired, so I left the group a bit early and returned to my hotel. Finding the poker machines that my friend Kathy had showed me how to play, I put in one whole dollar, gave the cocktail waitress a dollar tip for my Manhattan cocktail, and played at that machine for about 45 minutes. I didn't win any money, and had dropped to about 15 cents, but when I got it back up to 50 cents, I finished my drink, cashed out, and called it a night. So for $1.50, I had a cocktail and almost an hour of game time. As I've said before, I guess I'm not what you'd call a high roller!</div></div></div></div>Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-43657057301069740642010-10-07T14:35:00.000-07:002010-10-07T16:23:15.103-07:00AYCJ - Day 28, Part 2 - Viva Lost Wages<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjom0c-rltOITKR9Oso3eR2pY5jGvqcCmx3L45dSVowsMGw4sgor1qaf3tdyE17vCaDHPNx0_-PVdWbD79dLCN70hDZYCcbXm60jG_ZLGxb4-DhmyBCHaFsj1mHTOEZ_O0l0fb6R_KXk7/s1600/LV+fountan.jpg"></a>Monday, October 4, Day 28 in my 30-day JetBlue All You Can Jet Adventure. Here is part 2 of Day 28, my first night in Las Vegas.<div><br /></div><div>Having checked into my room at the Orleans Hotel, I met my friends Kathy and John, who were downstairs in the casino, playing at their favorite machines while they waited. I stopped into the TGIFridays Restaurant in the hotel for a quick and inexpensive cup of soup and salad. I hadn't eaten anything for awhile, and needed a little something to keep me going.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then Kathy and I headed to the Mirage where she had gotten tickets to the Cirque du Soleil show set to Beatles Music, "Love". What an amazing show. So much talent, amazing visuals, design, and a beautiful, inventive production. The music of the Beatles has been a favorite of mine since, well, since the Beatles first appeared on Ed Sullivan, and if you're too young to remember that, well, trust me, that was a few years ago, and it was great.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJMEllaREUlSrVAqIOEnVOtnqlqhAmnZKN1SuafFd_2lePXbx9E1UbfX-v6xk-EznAySsKyfEGmW32ZoodecQfhGC3KkhGWmI8ONMBbdVhCRKS7xDXlW5EZiNaDghjkUVXJ9PyEMmapxeU/s200/Love.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525444247334648578" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>There were a couple problems during the show, but it wasn't with the production, the problem was with audience members. Excuse me a moment while I complain and rant about rude people in an audience.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why would anybody pay good money to see a live theatrical production, and then talk continually to their friends throughout the show? Are they too dumb to realize that sound carries, and others can hear them? Or are they too selfish, rude, and inconsiderate to care? </div><div><br /></div><div>Other audience members did not buy tickets to listen to you talk to each other. We paid to hear and see a professionally written and produced performance.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had 2 guys behind us, behaving like 9 year olds, sounding like they were about to get into a physical fist fight. I tried to ignore them and enjoy the show, but it was difficult. Ushers had to intervene to get them to be quiet. </div><div><br /></div><div>A couple rows back, across the aisle, 2 women couldn't stop talking. If you can't stop talking for 90 minutes, then maybe you should just stay home and watch TV. Don't go out, and especially don't get tickets to any event where there are other audience members around you, because we are not there to listen to your chatter. It's rude, selfish and inconsiderate, to the audience, and to the performers.</div><div><br /></div><div>While I don't like to generalize, and don't want to sound like an old fuddy duddy.... the offenders in this case seemed to be people in their 20's and 30's, though their maturity level seemed to have stopped in their teens. Do people really not realize how rude they're being?</div><div><br /></div><div>After the show, an usher told us that this happens at almost every performance. They have to intervene and ask audience members to be quiet. Alcohol has something to do with this, as people are out drinking before they come to the show. But why would you spend money on an expensive show, if you don't care to watch it? Why do you want to disrupt everyone else's enjoyment? I don't understand it, and if anybody can explain it to me, I welcome a discussion about audience behavior expectations. Okay, enough of that... I got it out of my system, and feel a little better now.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was about 11 pm when we exited the show, and went into the Beatles Love store, where I purchased a couple inexpensive, lightweight souvenirs (a fabric patch and a shopping bag). I haven't been shopping at all on this trip (more to carry around!) but we're near the end now, so I spent just a few dollars on a couple small things.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyR1bRty2EhXNTJtsNIK8YQoyTXMmKcy5xU-6sNlhu0MC9CCT5KHDocuum9PaDGhjvoIbvxbgF8ConiHlYHdLonIzbw1ZL8_Z7dLcx3mchOWn1AQJiNzSD2VWsWNHyOivIyTrE2ccHaV6a/s200/lvegs+night.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525444254386765794" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div>It was close to midnight, and Kathy's Las Vegas tour begins. She has lived in Las Vegas for a few years now, and should really work for the visitors bureau! The Strip was pretty empty on this night, which was unusual, but made for pleasant driving. She took me to the Wynn hotel, and we gambled at a couple poker machines, where she showed me how you can play for awhile, and not spend too much money. That's a helpful tip, when you don't have an unlimited budget. I didn't win anything, but at least didn't spend too much either. Then we went to the Bellagio, to see the Conservatory, where beautiful plantings are changed several times a year. I didn't get to see the water fountain performance, but someday I'll be back, with more time to spend.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjom0c-rltOITKR9Oso3eR2pY5jGvqcCmx3L45dSVowsMGw4sgor1qaf3tdyE17vCaDHPNx0_-PVdWbD79dLCN70hDZYCcbXm60jG_ZLGxb4-DhmyBCHaFsj1mHTOEZ_O0l0fb6R_KXk7/s200/LV+fountan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525444261145989634" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /></span><div>The buildings in Vegas are so over the top. It's interesting to see the designs, the marble and other extravagant materials used in these hotels and casinos. They obviously have money to spend, and money doesn't always buy taste, but the designers must have a great time working on these projects. </div></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>There's obviously a lot of profit in the Casino industry. We were</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div>near a "High Rollers" room, where a woman was playing at a $25 slot machine. That's not 25 cents. That's $25 per button press. She couldn't push the button fast enough. It was something to watch. Press, reels spin, nothing. Press, reels spin, nothing. Then she would win something. Press. Press. Press. Must-spend-money-faster! It was amazing. Don't know if she actually came out ahead, but, every 4 presses was $100 spent! And I don't know about you, but that was way out of my league, budget-wise.</div><div><br /></div><div>We returned to The Orleans to play a few games and have a cocktail while we played. We realized we were getting a bit tired... then realized it was it was 3 am! That's Vegas for you. It's funny that you can just walk around the hotels at 2 in the morning, sightseeing, being a tourist, and it's not a big deal. The 24 hour restaurant at the hotel offered special breakfast deals from midnight to 6 am. It really is a 24-hour city.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because things are going 24-hours a day, the cleaning and repair crews have to do their work, even while people are up and gambling. On this, the first night in my hotel, they were doing plumbing work from 1 am to 4 am, so there was no water in the room. </div><div><br /></div><div>Since I was just getting in at 3 am, I checked at the front desk to ask what I should do if I wanted to wash my face and brush my teeth before I crashed. She offered to send housekeeping up with some bottled water, and I was concerned that it would take too long for that to happen. I agreed to that and returned to my room. I got some ice from the ice machine to kind of brush my teeth, wiped off my face, and waited for housekeeping. Forty minutes later, I couldn't wait any longer, put the "Do Not Disturb" on my door, and went to bed. About 4 am, I heard water start to flow through the pipes, and I went to sleep. </div><div><br /></div><div>This was a 6:30 am to 4 am day. Another long one, but, that's what you do in Vegas, right?</div></div>Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710676861806663740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581217012699551679.post-72044964399617545292010-10-05T17:40:00.000-07:002014-02-03T15:49:36.461-08:00AYCJ - Day 28, part 1 - Travel, Seattle to Las Vegas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3YqqK6cbtD7j4msybDqT9kUWRUCkOqF53hvP3SdRYOqUJRZPbRp_idKSNT6BYbDk8tDQYeBtdyltSek-12NvVNJ5pPjbI2rlfDczYl1Zi6vZ5fDqGlkfQhN9NPGYEi4fN9IsvDFrKpep1/s1600/Arr+Las+Vegas.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Monday, October 4, Day 28 of my 30-day JetBlue All You Can Jet Adventure. Another rather long day. Here is Day 28, Part one - the travel part.<br />
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Up at 6:30 am, my sister Karen drove me to the Seattle Airport by 8:30 am, for my morning flight to Long Beach, then Las Vegas. </div>
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Every time I pack up again for a new place, that feeling of "did I forget something" will run through my brain. Today, there was a little something... Entering security, take off jacket, check, shoes off, check, laptop out, check, toiletries out, check. Then they stop my purse while it's in the machine. Oh no, I didn't pour the water out of my water bottle.... D'oh! Carry empty water bottle, and fill it up at a drinking fountain after security. But don't carry water through security. </div>
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She asked if I wanted to go back before security and drink it, but leaving my belongings there while I go back through to drink the water didn't seem like a good idea. So she found someone to empty the plastic bottle, sent it back through the machine, and all was well. It only cost me a few minutes, but it's the little things that can hold you up.</div>
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We left Seattle, where it was slightly overcast but dry, and arrived in Long Beach, California, where it as raining. That seemed backwards, but oh well. Everything appeared to be on schedule, so I called my friend Kathy in Las Vegas to coordinate our evening. She got us tickets to a show tonight in Vegas at 7 pm. My flight was scheduled to arrive at 4 pm, so it seemed like that wouldn't be a problem.</div>
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Until of course, we boarded the plane for the 50 minute flight... and sat on the runway for an hour. The pilot said it was a delay in Las Vegas, but still not sure why we sat there. I panicked a bit about timing, and Kathy and I developed a few Plan B's, in case I didn't get to Vegas in time.</div>
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We left an hour late, arriving in Las Vegas by 5 pm. Caught the shuttle to the terminal, found baggage claim, and caught car rental shuttle to rental place. This process always seems to take a bit more time than you plan on. By the time I got my car and was heading out to Las Vegas Blvd, I was a little stressed about the time, and managed to make one wrong turn as I left the airport. Quickly turning around, while at a stoplight my phone rang. Kathy was at the box office, and managed to swap our 7 pm show tickets for 9 pm show tickets. Oh good, no more rushing around, I can breathe, we had time to spare! Whew!</div>
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Arriving at the Orleans Hotel, which is off the strip on Tropicana Ave., I drove around, trying to figure out where to check in, found it, got my room key, drove around to the parking garage and parked. Then I had to figure out how to get from the garage to the Hotel Room elevators (you have to walk through the Casino, of course!) But that all takes time as well, so I was very happy that we had a 9 pm showtime instead of 7 pm, because I'm not sure I would have made that!</div>
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