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Name: Natalie
Country: United States
Metro: Grand Rapids
Birthday: 8/11/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: reading, singing, emailing, talking w/ friends, shopping, old movies, flavored coffee, dressing up, facebook, dancing
Expertise: saying the wrong things at the wrong time, bargaining @ chiang mai's nite bazzaar, being picky, being argumentitive and sarcastic, serving
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  siamsixteen
Member Since:
3/9/2005
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| Well, here are my summer plans in a nutshell. Leaving Grandville, MI on Wednesday night to go down to Detroit, MI. I'll be staying with the Wysocki's (my mom's oldest sister). My cousin Jo is in "Singing in the Rain". And it being my favorite musical I thought I'd swing down!
And after staying there for a couple of days... Leaving Detroit, MI on Monday to go down to Waltham IL. I am sooooo excited about going down there! I lived in that county for about 11 yrs. I still have lots of friends and "family". My dad was the pastor there so I'm somewhat "adopted".
After staying there for about 10 days... I'll be headed back up to Grandville area to go camping with the Wysocki's. They have a cabin (yes not real camping but from what I've heard I'll be roughing it pretty good!). And this should be around Memorial Weekend. And we'll all come back to Grandville at Scafe's (my mom's other older sister's family).
And after about 7 days.... Leaving Grandville, MI I'll be headed up to Evart, MI where SpringHill Summer Camps is. I'll be working there for the entire summer!!! (or at least up till August 17). I'll be a Horse Wrangler *see previous blog entry* And if anyone cares to know...I'll be working over my birthday.
Here's my address:
SpringHill
ATTN: Natalie Hallead
P.O. Box 150
Evart, MI 49631
Right now I'm slightly stressed out. I just spent about 2 hours grocery shopping with my aunt and we didn't get one thank you. We bought some special stuff for my uncle, brother, and cousins (all of whom are male btw). I mean how hard is it for someone to say "Hey thanks for thinking of me". We even told them "Well we were thinking of you and so we bought this..." And the only response was the sound of bags being opened and their footsteps in retreat. So males are not the high on my appreciation list. I'm not happy with men; they make me angry; and I think they enjoy patronizing me! All I want is for someone to say, "Hey thanks for your hard work." Is that really to much?! The Male Ego...what a pleasure it is to coexist with it. | | |
| okay....so a little bird told me  that i have yet to keep my promise of updating every month (or was it week?) so here i am again, writing to you all (although i'm not sure if anyone actually reads these; i used to get buttloads of comments...not so much anymore  ...o well) this month....*blank look*....uh...yeah a lot's been happening! o!! great news! i have a summer job!  i'm gonna be a horse wrangler! yes!!  i am so incredably super excited! i get to be working with kids of all ages and horses! i wanted to be a regular couselor but all the female posistions were filled up...so i was offered a bunch of other jobs and a horse wrangler was one of them. i had thought of applying for this position earlier but i had thought that previous experience was required. (i do have previous experience, but i didn't think i had enough) and as it turns out, my knowledge of horses (how to curry, put on the saddle and bridle, trot, canter, etc) is enough for the job! what i don't know they'll just teach me when i get there! aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! i'm just too excited for words! another thing, i have a lil' beta/siammese fighting fish!  one of my girlfriends gave him to me! i had complimented her fish and said "gee i've always wanted one" then when she offered me one, i politely refused (i dont' like to take advantage of other ppl's generousity...it's rude). well i thougth that was the end of it. but when i came back from Spring Break i found a lil' beta fish in a tank with pretty rocks, a plant thingy and fishy food!!  isnt' that cool?! i was pumped let me tell you! umm....i started watching the 6th season of M*A*S*H (it's an awesome old TV show about a Moblie Army Surgical Hospital in the Vietnam War). so i guess i'll get back to watching that. Blessings!  | | |
| no time to talk. lots of homework and flyers to be finished. most people have the sensetivity of a mosquito. and most of them hurt you on puropse. | | |
| So i know that every time i make an entry it's not about me.
it used to be that way...but lately it hasn't been.
i don't really know how many people still have xanga, what with MySpace and Facebook out there.
so i'm going to make an attempt of making a entry almost everyday.... so....today's entry.....hmmm (pensive look)
well for starters here's my class schedule:
M & W & F Philosophy
Speech
Science (it's basically 8th grade stuff *snore) not on Fridays!
T & Th Children's Literature
Elementary Art just thursday nights and next i think would be to tell ya'll bout my job. i work in the dish room. it's messy, smelly, and a lot of standing. i like it tho. once i get my rhythm going...i work 2 days a week for 2 hrs and 45 min. so a total of about 4 1/2 hours. it's not bad. TO BE CONTINUED.... | | |
| The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to
be. Here are some facts about the1500s:
These are interesting...
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house
had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and
men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By
then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence
the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the bath water...
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying, It's raining cats and dogs.
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside.. A piece of wood was placed in the
entranceway. Hence the saying a thresh hold.
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old..
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat...
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of
the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead
it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to
listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a ..dead ringer..
And that's the truth...Now, whoever said History was
boring ! ! ! | | |
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