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January 1, 2011
by cecil
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Mmmm, Coffee

Rachel had a bunch of “Kohl’s Cash” (similar to a gift
card) left that she had to spend before it expired. So last night
we went impulse shopping with this free money earned from other
purchases. That being said; we ended up getting our very own coffee
grinder :-D ! I’m not sure what this means, “Am I an addict with my
French press, and grinder?” “Am I too lazy to stop the local coffee
house to get the beans ground?” or “Maybe I’m taking my coffee new
a new level of freshness and personality?” Whatever the coffee
grinder means, one thing is for sure; I don’t need Starbucks to
grind my French press coffee, anymore. How’s that for “Sticking it
to, The Man?”

November 10, 2010
by cecil
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Video games

Picked up Call of Duty: black Ops last night after work. Best Buy had a tent setup with posters, cardboard cut-outs and all sorts of accessories. I was very impressed and exercised great restraint I got the new game and got home to unwind for the night. I refreshed my skills on modern warfare 2 then dove into Black Ops, wow! The game is pretty tripped out, then you can fight zombies if you want to, geez :-D !
I rounded my evening out with a healthy dose of Goldeneye. I’m not going to get any work done….



August 25, 2010
by cecil
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AT&T bike ride email?

I just heard AT&T’s new commercial on the radio. I love how he is going on a bike ride; however, I cannot remember when I had a dire need to check my email in the middle of a bike ride. Furthermore, who carries a laptop with them on a bike ride?
Well… Maybe I’ve done that. Maybe I’ve towed a bike and even carried a second bike on a bike ride (just in case). But seriously, who cares about email on a bike ride; you need to blog and tweet you adventures (thanx to filmsgeek for his mentorship)

August 15, 2010
by cecil
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Missouri snakes

Everyone was laughing and carrying on when cries of terror came from the front door downstairs. My cousin Heidi was screaming, “Dad! There’s a Copphead, get the gun!” Four of us ran outside to assess the situation. Uncle Mike was quick on the draw with the snow shovel. He sliced and diced the monster copperhead until it’s head was effectively severed from the snake’s body.