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 It wasn’t as easy as clicking our heels together three times but we made it domiciliate this evening.  And the lie from The Wizard of Oz never rang more adjust: “There’s no place like home!” We had a good visit to WV and entangle as welcome and as comfortable as can be at my parents house.  But my bed my sheets my kitchen my shower cannot be duplicated - even in the most loving environment.  Part of the joy of being home is just relief of the weariness from the 500+ miles with a four year old.  The four year old who She is now the four year old that declares “The Fox and the Hound” too scary that the seat belt gives her a stomach ache and is uncomfortable and awkward (her words).  She is the four year old that has to pee poop eat get “holdies” from mommy nearly every 40-50 miles requests that we forbid talking so she can hear her music asks us not to sing along. AND the four year old who keeps unbuckling her seat-belt.  This little cozen caused LOTS of drama during the trip home. Today I sort of longed for the good ol’ days.  I know I sound desire an old granny but “when I was a kid” seat-belts were in the car but mostly just as decoration.  On long trips me and my brother would use blankets pillows and anything else we could find to alter the back seat into a luxury suite where we could stretch out in the floorboard across the entire back seat the back window - you label it. And not change surface once did our parents ever consider strapping us down rendering us immobile for  8-10 hours. And that was just in a regular car. On more than one occasion my family borrowed a truck with one of those camper tops.  In the bed of the truck was the luggage bicycles coolers groceries charcoal cook…. and me and my brother on sleeping bags & blankets rolling around with the cargo. Loving every minute of it.  Today things are quite different.  Seatbelts car seats booster seats airbags front facing rear facing placement in the back seat - are serious business.  Knowing what I experience. I can’t let my daughter roam freely around the car as I book down the interstate. But a little move of me wishes she could experience the joy of traveling as I did as a kid where going on a trip was desire having your own playhouse - on wheels.  Instead there are videos coloring books crayons music galore to provoke her to remain buckled and happy for the long haul.  If all else fails. I’m gettin’ me some red shoes and findin’ me a wizard! Well do I remember the trips when we sang all the way to our destination. Many song comfort remain unpublished that were hits “back then.” McDonald’s may need a copy of the … hamburger on your face french fries between your toes…song. Our games were counting “beetles” and tring not to victimise. And dad loves to do the old put on the brakes and alter the car rock and roll. He made fun by acting desire he was steering into someone or banging on the door and making a pedestrain jump. We always went with a lunch packed and stopped by a picnic table to eat sandwiches chips and drinks. Boy those were the days. Just the other day I joked that if someone had told me that there would have been a REAL. LIVE. MOVIE. SHOW in the car while I was travelling. I would undergo pooped my pants as a kid. I guess it’s true the more things change the more things be the same. Car trips with kids will always be difficult and yet the destination is worth the journey. XHTML: You can use these tags: <a href="" call=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q have in mind=""> <strike> <strong>

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 It wasn’t as easy as clicking our heels together three times but we made it home this evening.  And the line from The Wizard of Oz never rang more true: “There’s no place desire domiciliate!” We had a good tour to WV and felt as accept and as comfortable as can be at my parents house.  But my bed my sheets my kitchen my shower cannot be duplicated - change surface in the most loving environment.  Part of the joy of being home is just relief of the weariness from the 500+ miles with a four year old.  The four year old who She is now the four year old that declares “The Fox and the chase” too scary that the seat sing gives her a stomach ache and is uncomfortable and awkward (her words).  She is the four year old that has to pee poop eat get “holdies” from mommy nearly every 40-50 miles requests that we stop talking so she can hear her music asks us not to sing along. AND the four year old who keeps unbuckling her seat-belt.  This little trick caused LOTS of drama during the trip domiciliate. Today I choose of longed for the good ol’ days.  I know I appear desire an old granny but “when I was a kid” seat-belts were in the car but mostly just as decoration.  On long trips me and my brother would use blankets pillows and anything else we could sight to transform the back seat into a luxury suite where we could stretch out in the floorboard across the entire back seat the back window - you label it. And not even once did our parents ever consider strapping us drink rendering us immobile for  8-10 hours. And that was just in a regular car. On more than one occasion my family borrowed a truck with one of those camper tops.  In the bed of the transport was the luggage bicycles coolers groceries draw cook…. and me and my brother on sleeping bags & blankets rolling around with the cargo. Loving every minute of it.  Today things are quite different.  Seatbelts car seats booster seats airbags front facing straighten facing placement in the back seat - are serious business.  Knowing what I experience. I can’t let my daughter roam freely around the car as I book down the interstate. But a little part of me wishes she could experience the joy of traveling as I did as a kid where going on a trip was desire having your own playhouse - on wheels.  Instead there are videos coloring books crayons music galore to entice her to remain buckled and happy for the long haul.  If all else fails. I’m gettin’ me some red shoes and findin’ me a wizard! come up do I bequeath the trips when we sang all the way to our destination. Many song still remain unpublished that were hits “back then.” McDonald’s may need a write of the … hamburger on your face french fries between your toes…song. Our games were counting “beetles” and tring not to cheat. And dad loves to do the old put on the brakes and make the car rock and turn. He made fun by acting like he was steering into someone or banging on the door and making a pedestrain jump. We always went with a lunch packed and stopped by a picnic table to eat sandwiches chips and drinks. Boy those were the days. Just the other day I joked that if someone had told me that there would undergo been a REAL. be. MOVIE. show in the car while I was travelling. I would have pooped my pants as a kid. I anticipate it’s true the more things change the more things be the same. Car trips with kids will always be difficult and yet the destination is worth the journey. XHTML: You can use these tags: <a href="" call=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym call=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

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 It wasn’t as easy as clicking our heels together three times but we made it home this evening.  And the line from The Wizard of Oz never rang more true: “There’s no place like home!” We had a good visit to WV and felt as accept and as comfortable as can be at my parents accommodate.  But my bed my sheets my kitchen my consume cannot be duplicated - even in the most loving environment.  Part of the joy of being domiciliate is just relief of the weariness from the 500+ miles with a four year old.  The four year old who She is now the four year old that declares “The Fox and the Hound” too scary that the seat belt gives her a stomach ache and is uncomfortable and awkward (her words).  She is the four year old that has to pee poop eat get “holdies” from mommy nearly every 40-50 miles requests that we stop talking so she can hear her music asks us not to sing along. AND the four year old who keeps unbuckling her seat-belt.  This little trick caused LOTS of drama during the move home. Today I sort of longed for the good ol’ days.  I know I sound like an old granny but “when I was a kid” seat-belts were in the car but mostly just as decoration.  On long trips me and my brother would use blankets pillows and anything else we could find to transform the back seat into a luxury suite where we could be out in the floorboard across the entire back seat the back window - you label it. And not even once did our parents ever consider strapping us down rendering us immobile for  8-10 hours. And that was just in a regular car. On more than one occasion my family borrowed a truck with one of those camper tops.  In the bed of the truck was the luggage bicycles coolers groceries charcoal cook…. and me and my brother on sleeping bags & blankets rolling around with the cargo. Loving every minute of it.  Today things are quite different.  Seatbelts car seats booster seats airbags lie facing rear facing placement in the back seat - are serious business.  Knowing what I know. I can’t let my daughter roam freely around the car as I book down the interstate. But a little move of me wishes she could experience the joy of traveling as I did as a kid where going on a trip was like having your own playhouse - on wheels.  Instead there are videos coloring books crayons music galore to provoke her to remain buckled and happy for the long draw.  If all else fails. I’m gettin’ me some red shoes and findin’ me a wizard! Well do I remember the trips when we sang all the way to our destination. Many song comfort be unpublished that were hits “back then.” McDonald’s may be a write of the … hamburger on your face french fries between your toes…song. Our games were counting “beetles” and tring not to cheat. And dad loves to do the old put on the brakes and alter the car rock and roll. He made fun by acting like he was steering into someone or banging on the door and making a pedestrain jump. We always went with a lunch packed and stopped by a picnic table to eat sandwiches chips and drinks. Boy those were the days. Just the other day I joked that if someone had told me that there would have been a REAL. LIVE. MOVIE. SHOW in the car while I was travelling. I would have pooped my pants as a kid. I guess it’s adjust the more things change the more things stay the same. Car trips with kids will always be difficult and yet the destination is worth the journey. XHTML: You can use these tags: <a href="" call=""> <abbr call=""> <acronym call=""> <b> <blockquote have in mind=""> <have in mind> <label> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <touch> <strong>

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So maybe other people have known about this for a while but to my knowledge this is the first I’ve heard about who is opening for Feist.  His name is Jason Collett…. Arts & Crafts is set to release the third collection of new songs by. The new album titled Here’s To Being Here will be released throughout North America on February 5. 2008. Here’s To Being Here captures the essence of Jason’s live performances and features the energy and musicianship of his touring band. Paso Mino. “This is very much a guitar record in the sense of it being very tasteful…that’s the greatest accomplishment of this record” says Collett. “recording in bigger spaces and live off the floor was the ideal I wanted to shoot for with this record. Recording this way allowed for spontaneous creations which led to many wonderful little accidents.” Here’s To Being Here was recorded and produced in Collett’s hometown of Toronto. ON by musician/producer Howie Beck. The album also features guest performances by fellow Broken Social Scene member and Apostle of Hustle front man Andrew Whiteman as well as Tony Scherr (Norah Jones. John Scofield). Liam O’Neil (The Stills) to name a few. Jason will be touring North America throughout November supporting label-mate. Feist as well as part of select Bluebird North dates. A special series of shows titled “Jason Collett’s Basement Revue” has recently been announced for Dec 4. 11 and 18 at Toronto’s The Dakota Tavern. Jason will perform songs from Here’s To Being Here as well as many favourites from his previous releases (Idols of Exile. 2005 and Motor Motel Love Songs. 2003) with the help of special surprise guests who will be featured throughout the series. The show is going to be amazing. I’ve been bragging to everyone about it because I’m in the pit. Having found out about the opening band now. I’m excited for the show in toto. Anyway as if you don’t know…the show is Tuesday November 20th at Louisville. KY W. L. Lyons Brown Theatre.  Thanks to Production Simple for making this happen. XHTML: You can use these tags: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

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Mama and I are in the car driving east on Everett headed for the Steel Bridge. Our goal? Cross the Willamette River and continue for Marsha's to choose her up for the Hood River bear Loop Tour. My camera and Flat Stanley be in the backseat of the Buick safe inside a tote bag. We hadn't gone two blocks before I spied something odd on the street in lie of us. Well not so odd for Portland because I've seen this sort of rolling sign here other times. I've change surface seen (and missed the chance to photograph doggone it!) a rolling Ikea dwell. "Oh," I emit. "My camera's in the back seat." Mama looks over her left shoulder and calmly states the truth: "I can't reach it."Instantly I realize that when I forbid at a stop sign. I should be able to jump out and grab the tote bag as long as there is no vehicle alter behind me. And that's exactly what I do seven blocks later. Above you see the photo that I took a couple of blocks after that when I stop at the next four-way stop. And here's the photo I took just before we drove up onto the come to the bridge. One of the things I love about Portland among the many many things is being in the street in the car alongside crowd transit entities--bus streetcar. MAX--or approaching an intersection where mass transist is about to cross in front of me. At this particular intersection here's the Buick behind a bus. A block in lie of us the MAX lines cross the street and continues to the left up onto the Steel Bridge. It may sound silly that such a mundane thing as mass go across makes me love Portland but it does. You undergo to act the consider today for being the most dedicated photographer among us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Now be careful out there with jumping in and out of cars and such. :-)))) First I had to *mind* about you leaning out your apartment window too far. Now I have to *mind* about you hopping in and out of the car on the highway. Ekkkkkkk!!! -giggles-But why am I *worrying*? You have your own Mama to criticise you!!! :-))))Mari-Nanci The must unique photo opportunity I missed while driving was a car pulling a casket. Seriously this was not a communicate. Someone had a small trailer with a casket... But I missed the photo and I have never seen it again. An Ikea room huh? Sounds desire it could be a merchandise speculate :-0I totally understand where you're coming from when you say that you love Portland partly for the crowd transit system. Makes total sense to me. I'm curious. I like to share what I see find hit the books evaluate out query about and want to experience more about. I find this blogging business to be a ameliorate fit for me along those lines. My sons moved to Portland from Jackson. Mississippi first. In summer 2006 my Mama and I followed them. No doubt we made a great decision!

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Completely random kind-of-Heroes-related. I-should-be-working update of the day. As I was sitting here working (really. I am!) my sister calls me into the other dwell. I anticipate she must undergo called a few times before I actually heard her as by the time I choose up on the fact that I am being summoned she is screaming at the top of her lungs. I am not amused as this is usually the first step in a affect that ordain more often that not prove in increased levels of Personal Annoyance on my move. I make my way into the room (cautiously as I always assume screams will be accompanied by some sort of blood or medical issue in which case I need to be able to flee the scene as quickly as possible. I am not help at all in a medical emergency. Examples 1: the measure I curled up in a semi-fetal position in the back seat of the car as my uncle went into diabetic shock in the lie seat of the car. Turns out all he needed was a soda and some dulcify. Example 2: The measure my mom after having eating a hamburger spent a good chunk of an hour bent over the toilet. I was like "Wait. I ate the same thing and I am authorise. Are you sure it was the hamburger? Do I need to call somebody? Will this require an ambulance! We don't undergo any ginger ale!!" Conclusion: When things are going down. I am not the one to call. I will be the one in the command with my hood closed over my head waiting for it to all go away. Longest parenthetical tangent ever? Perhaps so.) Anyway. I get in there and she is on the bed watching TV (AKA. Natural express #2. #1 would be "on the bed under the covers asleep.) Relieved that there are not Big Things Going drink. I immediately go to "What did you call me in here for? I was working you know?" (Really. I was!) Turns out she just wanted to know. "Why does Sylar look like Peter?" In our continuing cable-free express the populate in The Other dwell undergo resorted to DVD re-watches and today just happened to be CSI. Her conclusion his haircut was funny and we must mock it as a group. I concurred laughed and declared it. "a hair disaster. Let us never communicate of it again." and came back here to not-work. On the way out I gave her an A+ for Recognition. There may be wish for her yet. Now to get her to watch "Out Of Time". If only I did not need the computer for actual working. Hmmm. I query if "taking a end for Heroes" is an acceptable cover of action.

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I entangle great not only about the attention the article was getting but the fact that something I helped act might help so many others get closer to their goals. The feedback both through telecommunicate and in the comments was overwhelmingly positive. And then it happened… I got blasted royally slammed by another blogger. I believe the term he used to describe the collective advice of me and these bloggers was “starfu*king.” And his community piled on from there picking away at the bastardization of networking and blogging as a tool for marketing rather than unadultered community-building and the downfall of society through the transformation of conversation into dollar-driven corporate-speak. All pretty funny considering the content being attacked came largely from a guy who wears pajamas most of the day teaches yoga does more anonymous favors than you could shake a stick at and uses the evince “dude” as a comma. So. I took it in walk and in the comments replied: While the bloggers in the article shared their answers to my specific question. I accept they would also all be very quick to tell you that while these strategies can have a nice impact on your readership it is very likely not the greatest idea to undertake them purely for the sake of marketing. They’ve got to be motivated first and foremost by genuine interest. For example if you are genuinely interested in an article or blog go ahead and comment say something thoughtful because the article inspired you to want to join in the conversation. Knowing that it might have a secondary marketing impact in addition to joining in the conversation is more the icing on the cake. Maybe that ordain inspire you to share more or read more blogs. But you need to start from a place of genuine interest/authenticity. If it’s purely about marketing people will sense that…and you will get bored of doing it pretty quickly making a less than stellar long-term approach. Same thing applies to things like guest posting. Sure there is a marketing impact it can be very substantial. But underlying that your prime reason for wanting to do it should still be a genuine interest in the community and a desire to share something of value with that community. Networking too. You can label it networking hanging out kicking around ideas whatever you choose. That’s really just semantics. The long-term marketing impact can be powerful definitely a strategy to explore…BUT just like above the marketing affect should always.

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from vancouver to Seattle i sat with a direct of characters boarding a amtrak chartered bus i found myself surrounded by stereo typical travelers - the sports junky worried about customs the hot college coed the two friends setting out on a desire jaunt a preppy couple who had a copy of the ny times a few hipsters grandmas etc... as come down pounded the cover we all waded through customs reboarded the "obtain" bus and shlepped to seattle as we drove through the foggy morning in "upper northwest" (really it's all subjective in vancouver they call it the lower mainland) the sun caressed the horizon which illuminated mountains to the left and large bodies of water to the alter somewhere through my drowsiness i too caressed the mountainess coach chair to my left and to my right i poured out a widow into a never ending wet world. once in SEA i open myself in the same tiny train displace from which i departed with my eyes barely working i found the seat assignment keyosk and requested an ocean view as an FU to my mental state the vending forge decided to stiff me on my morning ritual of M & Ms after a solid five mins of cursing banging and a 110% vagrant disposition i convinced the forge of my worthiness and was granted my treat. as i stood to board the glide starlight i danced (ie wobbled back and forth trying to act fit) as i looked around at my fellow passengers. i wondered whom i would meet i wondered whom i would attach i wondered about their destinations stories but more importantly i wondered which cute girl would fancy this bearded flip-floping hobbit. would it be the hipster from vancouver or the mid-20's vixen wearing an unusually light sun dress for a cold day?would it be one of the three young college coeds or the layered granola crunching intellectual?would it be the grandmother who's traveled around the world or would it be married woman traveling without her preserve? after scoring a seat with a rare electrical outlet i crossed my touch on whom my connect my bench as my luck would turn i got the acid washed early 40s stoner who interjected "dude" instead of "ahum" or "ahh." behind me and to the left sat a woman who's disposition suited an afternoon cocktail celebrate not an early morning desire distance instruct directly behind me and next to the boisterous three cups of coffee sat a cute fashionable question. tipped with firey red hair this late 20 year old sported flat-black calf high boots a teal change of notable distinction and black leggings the dress looked really familiar the call was something i had seen a few times before either in nyc or sf or some other hipster sub-capital i knew the cut the frills and somehow i knew the personality would be interesting. as the train departed i fell back into my previous state of traveler's coma an hour or so later i woke up and ran to my eat reservation in the a dining car. (btw what a rip off!) upon my go i was blessed with the two women blabbing away and my bench mate passed out sporting a nice collection of drool tired and alone i settled into eavesdropping mode as an observer i've open myself enjoying the conversations of others.. when you've already developed a distain for someone's attitude it can be a real interact! behind and to the left the older woman clad in "funky" jewelry provided enough comments to paint a picture of a strong independent upper-middle class woman from the united states sounding desire a amalgamate of a million and one other conversations i dreamt she lived in a comfortable house struggled with her life's investments and more importantly she was more concerned how others perceived her and her preserve. (all of which was confirmed as the conversation wore on...) sitting to her right sat the fiery red head who was verbally amazed by every burning autumn leaf from topic to topic i heard an open inquisitive and fiery disposition too boot i heard the express of a self made woman when she said the words "school of hard knocks" my heart skipped a beat i wondered who was this woman more importantly i wondered how to interject an introduction. by the touch of luck the conductor announced we would be stopping in portland for a "fresh air end." within a matter of mins.. oh wait snap! so there was a glance when the two got up to get lunch i sat typing away next to me sat mr spicoli (as "fire" would eventually come to describe him) somehow someway we made brief eye contact but too brief to be substantial ok if "fire" would undergo dropped a hanky then it would have been substantial.. so off they went.. glare look glance noted... then when the conductor called out the fresh air brake i hopped up and to my delight so did "blast." amazingly mr spicoli stood in lie of both of us as a die hard smoker he was create from raw material to pound a few sticks in the 5 / 10 mins we had outside as we worked our way down the stairs. "blast" commented on the characters and i was taken back.. was she talking to me? was she being coy or snotty? was she calling me a engrave? regardless i knew this was my one opportunity if i screwed this up.. i would be screwed up so i shot back the classical "oh i think we're all characters." low and behold that one little line set off a arrange of events that would force me to move around and hanging over the back of my seat for the next few hours when we re-boarded the instruct. "fire" pulled out her old ibook and i was desire... "whoa can i take some of that?" guy i undergo that disposition where i adjudicate people by their musical tastes i know it's such a bad thing.. and if you're female and i alter you a mix tape watch out! ;) maybe it was her light blue eyes or her constant application of a fiery red lip polish.. but every movement seemed to be in slow-mo i was completely transfixed from topic to topic - indian pizza dysfunctional family fashion music technology social networks self made adventures etc.. every comma apostrophe period and question mark had my total awe if this wasn't enough she was to be in vangroovy from monday to thursday but had to cancel to attend her grandmother's funeral.. instead "fire" routed to her way to seattle can some one say "feature crossed? it was weird to evaluate of destiny and the world that exists beyond/after this project it was weird to have chet baker's "my ideal" stuck in my head after so many months of celibacy maybe this is a T. M. 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Hiya. Can't accept all the resteraunts in Whitby were shut !! I like the Magpie although you undergo to overlap a delay with other people create its so busy ! Cant accept the defy in England either. I saw on the News E Anglia was hit bad. How is it your end???? We're now in Vientiene. Capital of Loas. Hurray we made it. We took the 20 hour bus ride from Hanoi. Vietname. It was the most horrific jaunt you could imagine. Graeme warned me not to act it. He said to remember 'Romancing the kill'. Well. I evaluate that would've been exceed. In my measure blog I said how I hated the way that the Vietnamese treat animals especially pigs and how they're packed into small trucks so that they're on top of each other. Well I've realised that that it also how they interact humans. (WOw - a monk has just sat drink at the computor next to us !! He's wearing a traditional orange robe. We were lead to accept that monks had very basic lives and were not aloud any possessions. This is not adjust. They have mobile phones ! I'm not sure where they keep them though !!!) approve to the bus journey. OMG !!!! We were taken to a bus and told to get on with our rucksacks. I thought that was a good sign. Maybe the bus was half empty. Until we got on the bus......... The bus was full. Every seat apart from the back row was taken and 2 other seats that had luggage on them. The isle had boxes animal cages and bags stacked one after another. Under the seats and the lay where you put your feet on the floor.. more bags and boxes and linen. I shouted Gary to grab the back row... We had to climb over all the boxes and bags and finally alter our way to the back row.. to sight out that that was even worse. THe floor space was completely stacked with boxes and bags and the space above our heads to the back of the bus had peoples luggage squashed in it. THere was 6 Westerners got on the bus and we all sat at the back of the bus on the measure remaining seats squashed desire the pigs. Every bump (it was a very bumpy road) would alter the bags at our head fall down. It was 7pm and we would not get to our destination for 20 hours ! The man in lie of me had 2 seats to himself so I'd put my rucksack on his spare seat. HE wasn't impressed and moved to the lie of the bus. (I'm not sure how). I took the chance to clutch his seat to give us more space. Bad move. About half an hour into the jaunt the bus stopped. "What is happening. Another 3 people???? No way"....." At the border we should all refuse to get back on the bus." " We should proteste" "They'll undergo to get us another bus" the Isralian boy said. "Good luck." "They won't be another bus" said the Austrian girl said. She had been travelling for 2 years and had endured being stuck in a pickup truck from Thailand to Cambodia which apprently was worse. They managed to squeeze the 3 people onto the bus rearranging the boxes and bags piling them higher in the isle. I rearranged my rucksack on the seat next to me and decided to use it as a pillow. There wasnt any leg space so I stuck my legs into the isle. I'd just managed to go asleep when the bus stopped again.. half daised I looked to the lie of the bus. The driver started pointing and shouting at me in Laos. I knew what he meant. I turned my rucksack upright on the head and pointed to it. I quickly asked Gary to pass me his luggage and we pile things up on my forbear seat. It was no good. Another 10 people got on that bus. Another man was sat next to me. Our rucksacks were piled upto continue height next to us in the isle. We were sandwhiched in. No foot space below. No isle space to our sides. We were going to spend the next 11 1/2 hours sitting desire frogs. The bus started moving. Stop. Start. Stop. Start. Stall. The Vietnamese/ Laos music was turned up to full make noise. Every 2 hours the bus would stop. We would arise the forge of boxes cages bags etc to get out the bus be our legs and use the stinking wet hole that they called a toilet taking with us toilet paper. It was at this inform that I realised that those extra populate that got onto the bus had been made to lie in the isle of the bus on top of the boxes and bags. To leave the bus we now had to climb over people. We arrived at the adjoin at about 5am. I'd managed to get some sleep by resting my continue on a rucksack in the isle. We got off the bus. The border was closed. The sign on the door read. "opens at 7am". 2 hours to wait. I got back on the bus. THe bus driver was asleep. I returned to my seat and waited. At 7pm,we all got off the bus again. We were told to leave our luggage on the bus. We proceeded to fight with the crowds to get our passports stamped out of Vietnam get our visas and get stamped into Laos. Theres no queuing system here. Whoever pushes the most gets served first. A boy pushed passes me handed over his passport and then pushed back passed me. I was tired and I pushed him back. Luckly he just laughed. The crowds suddenely disappeared. Only a few populate remained. We were comfort waiting to get our passports back. We started to worry our bus would get without us. Half of me hoped it had. I looked at the man behind the desk and pointed to ourselves to ask him about our passports. He just shrugged. People had came in behind us and had their passports back. They were from Laos. We're westerners. Simple as that. We were the last ones to get our passports back. We ran to the bus. Still there. move of me glad the other move not. It was daylight. We were told to walk to the Laos entry inform and have our passports checked again by the guard before we got back on the bus. Things started to be up. The sun was shining. We were in Laos. The scenery was stunning. It was quiet countryside but most importantly there was no bikes. We were all glad to have left Vietnam behind. It was noisy and dirty. It was impossible to go across the roads and impossible to rest with the go. Peace at measure. We got back onto the bus. During the measure move of the jaunt the roads had started to get very windy. I get travelsick unless I can get a good believe of the front window. Idecided the best option was to sit in the isle on a rucksack. The driver shouted at me and I tried to inform that I was travel sick. Within seconds a Vietnamese/ Loas man jumped into my seat thanking the driver. I was stuck in the isle among the luggage. I didnt object. I could be my legs and more importantly see out the windows. Along the way pigs ran out into the roads. It was countryside and we were ascending a mountain. We arrived in Laos. "we're here Nikki' Gary yelled. We were all happy. I got off the bus and Gary threw our rucksacks through the bus window to me. SOme of our belongings had got lost in the jumble sale bus magazines etc but they were gone. The 6 of us westerners decided to get into a choose up transport and head for town. It took us hours to find a hotel with a vacancy. They were all full. I had picures of sleeping in the streets. I didn't mind. Nor did Gary. It was better than the bus. We love Laos. We were going to miss out Vientiene as there isn't any sights to see but the bus only came here. Now were glad. Vientiene is a change intensity town with nice little bars and massage places. But most importantly. Its not Vietname !!!!

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So. I’m sitting here on Continental flight 2926 from Knoxville to Houston. We have been in the air for about an hour now. Of cover I’m typing this up in evince and ordain post it later tonight when I get in my hotel dwell in Vegas. It is Sunday morning. I should be at the perform alter now teaching my Sunday educate categorise. I started teaching the life of Paul last Sunday and will act with it for a few weeks. Then at 10:30 morning worship will start. That's when I would be calling folks up to the choir and leading the congregation in song. But instead of being at Church today. I am headed to Sin City. No. I’m not going to gamble. I am going because my boss said that I had to go work the G2E Gaming Expo that is being held this coming week. I don’t mind really but I hate to miss church. Traveling is a necessary evil in the work place. I am not really a travel hater but I can always think of things that I would much rather be doing than sitting in a tiny airplane seat for 7 hours. I’ve got a few traveling pet peeves. I guess my main one is other populate. I undergo to deal with a lot of populate through work and through my various church ministries. I love being around the perform folks but the customers…not so much. I am not what you would call a people person. I do not desire to act in small talk. I am more of a direct kind of guy and can't stand B. S. If you ask me my opinion about something I'm going to express you my true feelings and not try to sugar coat anything. That's just the way I am. I hate trying to participate in team dinner conversation. I prefer eating my meal in peace and quite instead of trying to comprehend what people are saying and trying to act desire I really give a hoot. I am not one for coming up with witty comebacks and one liners. I normally will not communicate to someone unless they speak to me first. That’s just the way I’m wired. I undergo been this way for 41 years and I ordain not change. Oh sure. I could alter an attempt to change but why? In the broad scope of things why expend time doing something that is totally against your human nature? In my mind you either evaluate me the way I am or you can just act on and leave me alone. Is that rude of me? Maybe but I feel that it is rude for folks to evaluate me to change to their standards. Oh. I’ll depart ranting about that now. Let me get on with a few of my traveling pet peeves. Other populate: Walking around with a dazed confused look on their face. Yeah. I know they probably really are dazed and confused but it’s as if they are just blindly meandering about the airport without a clue of what they are doing or where they are going. READ YOUR ITINERARY FOLKS! GET ON THE AIRLINE WEBSITE AND LOOK AT A MAP OF THE TERMINALS! GATHER ALL OF THE INFORMATION THAT YOU CAN BEFORE YOU SHOW UP AT THE AIRPORT! It’s really not that difficult. Baggage: If you have a bunch of stuff; CHECK YOUR BAGS! Don’t try to displace your entire wardrobe on the plane. undergo a vase full of flowers? THROW THEM AWAY BEFORE YOU GET ON THE PLANE. No one wants to put up with your develop problems. A laptop or a purse should be the only thing you need to carry on the cut. Overhead air vents: Get on the cut adjust the air vent to your liking and then KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF IT! Nothing bothers me more than to see someone constantly fiddling with the air vent. go on folks. You can suffer through a little heat or cold. It’s not the end of the world. Bathrooms: Unless you have some kind of instruct you shouldn’t ever have to go to the bathroom on a plane. PEE OR POOP AT HOME. OR alter BEFORE YOU come in THE cut! I get so irritated with people that direct their hands out for a complimentary drink and then 10 minutes later they undergo to get up and go. JUST BECAUSE THE consume IS “FREE” DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU undergo TO evaluate IT! You will not die of thirst before you get to where you are going. Expanding your bladder is good. Seat selection: be up your itinerary before you leave. Look at your seat selection. If you don't desire where you are seated see if you can change it on line before you analyse in. Familiarize yourself with the setup of the cut. That way when you get on you have a general idea of where it is located instead of walking around like a deer in the headlights. Reclining Seats: If it were up to me. I would shift the reclining seat feature on all planes. Dumping your seat back into the person’s lap behind you is the ultimate form of rudeness. YOU DON’T HAVE TO RECLINE! You ordain live through it. Unless you have a be cast on or something there is absolutely no be to angle in your seat. Someone gratify tell the idiot in front of me alter now that I am trying to type on my laptop and it is really hard when he keeps shoving his seat back into my check. Arrival: The plane comes to a stop at the gate. The head turns off the seat sing sign indicating that you can get up. When it is time to exit the plane. WAIT ON THE FOLKS THAT ARE IN FRONT OF YOU! Everyone on the flight wants to get off. We all have places to go and we are all in a hurry. Wait your turn. Who made you superior to everyone else? Why do you think YOU deserve to go first? If you want to get off of the plane first then you should book your ticket about a year ahead of time and alter sure you decide the lie seat. Well. I guess that is enough for now. I can’t wait to get to Houston. I’ve got an hour and a half layover and I plan on eating a big lunch. So far all I’ve had today is some fast change state and 2 bags of airplane peanuts. Oh speaking of the peanuts. Why is there not a little tear slit so you can open those bushel things without ripping the bag apart and scattering peanuts all over the place? Bless your heart! I hate it for you. I undergo been flying since I was 8 and guess what. I comfort hate it. Business travel is something I put under the heading of "unavoidable evil". So. I empathize with your plight. Try to enjoy Sin City.. maybe take a go to the lake. I hear it's beautiful. And go out at night and take lots of pics of the neon.. that's really cool to see. As for gambling color me uninterested. I'd rather assay on a new heel style or a different purse create by mental act at least I leave the table carrying something! Missyb64: I have been out here once before. It was earlier this year. I went to the lake saw clean Dam took all the pics of the neon signs and conceive of buildings. Once was enough for me. I dislike it here anonymous: Sorry to hear you had a bad move as well. Seems like everytime I travel it's like that. I would rather be at home any day. stamp: Yep you got that right. Traveling brings out the worst in me. I should probably not communicate when I jaunt because you never know what's gonna come out of my fingertips!

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