I have to admit this… I watched “What Not to Wear” during most of the State of the Union speech last night – though I DID switch to the President in time to hear the “Sputnik moment” comment. Figuring that I would hear plenty about the speech later on, I chose instead to hear what Clinton and Stacey had to say. And I was happy I did.

Their “victim” started off truly a mess. A busy mom who let her mullet-crowned  husband choose all her clothes (just imagine!), she had let herself go. Or as Jerry Seinfeld once said to George Constanza in sweatpants, “You know the message you’re sending out to the world with these? You’re telling the world: I give up! I can’t compete in normal society. I’m miserable, so I might as well be comfortable.”*

Of course, Stacey and Clinton transformed her into a darling woman with a great shape, happy, beautiful smile, with all the confidence in the world. The ugly duckling into the swan. Eliza Doolittle into My Fair Lady. And all it took was clothes that worked on her, a great hair color and cut and some make-up.

Lately with January gray weather, the Bears losing and the typical post-holiday letdown, I was starting down the path to the Constanza approach to slovenly dressing. I figured I didn’t need to dress up for the eye doctor. And my dog walking coat (too big, too boring to wear in “public”) is fine for Trader Joe’s. You know the feeling.

Then I saw the transformation and felt just a little sloppy. So this morning I put on a new sweater I had been saving (for what?), clean jeans, boots, a great belt, a little make-up and sat down at the computer, feeling ready to rock the world instead of hiding in my “comfy clothes”. And I’m just as comfortable, will flirt with the UPS guy if he shows up and just made plans to meet a friend for lunch.

Don’t we deserve to look and feel our best? We’re washing our faces, putting clothes on and needing ChapStick. So why not add a touch of make-up, lipstick and AN OUTFIT that we feel good in? It doesn’t cost any more and it pays off in emotional currency. Here are a few other easy things to do to make you feel your best and look just a little better:

- If you’ve got fabulous jewelry, go ahead and wear it! Janet Stock, a delightful friend of mine, offered this as her new year’s resolution. As she says, “It’s not doing anything sitting in your jewelry box”.

- Pull out your good bra and give “the girls” a lift. Your clothes immediately will  look better!

- Add a scarf to whatever you’re wearing, especially if you’re in a drafty or cool room. Be dramatic with a pashmina.

- Put on shoes or boots with a little heel. Good for your legs to switch heel heights now and then and good practice walking.

- Whiten your teeth with Crest WhiteStrips or another brand while you’re returning emails on your computer

- Last, put on some good dance music! There’s nothing like tunes to get you to your best.

We’re all on this earth for a limited amount of time, so why not be your best at every turn. Especially when it’s gray and January!

*Taken from The Hourglass Solution by Jeff Johnson & Paula Foreman, that took this from an article by Peter Keating in SmartMoney Magazine that took it from Seinfeld.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, January 26th, 2011 at 1:07 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

This past week an article from Money Talks News showed up on Yahoo that made me laugh. And think. It was a list of things that babies born this year will never experience. Things like video tape, movie rental stores, paper maps, fax machines, encyclopedias, and more. Of course this saddened me as one of my real talents is map folding and a favorite pastime has been “surfing” the encyclopedia. But it also got me thinking about some of the brands we grew up with that made such emotional impact in our lives.

Like whatever happened to Ambush cologne? Yes, if you search eBay, et al, you’ll likely find some, though there are many posts that say it has been reformulated. And while Dana Fragrances still is home to Tabu, English Leather (dreamy!), Love’s Baby Soft and Canoe, it no longer lists Ambush in any materials. It’s almost erased from Dana’s past. But not mine! Without it officially being “official”, it was the scent of choice of high school girls in the 60’s. There were ads for it – I think featuring teen model Colleen Corby – in Seventeen. And it was said that it “matched” the boys’ fragrance, Canoe. Which made for the perfect couple walking down the high school halls together. Funny how the guys could care less about cologne and the girls made it a project to get him smelling good!

Bonne Bell 10.0.6 Lotion is gone but Lip Smackers are still around and still aimed at the teen/pre-teen market. Stridex now has Power Pads – actually the whole teen skin care biz is more of an industry than it ever was. No longer is it “You wouldn’t have zits if you didn’t eat chocolate and french fries” but a wealth of products and services to promote great skin. Yet, kids still get pimples the day of their school pictures and the day of the prom!

Bobbie Brooks made shopping easy. Just buy the crew neck sweater and blouse that went with the plaid skirt or jumper and you were set. Slacks weren’t allowed in school and jeans didn’t come into our consciousness until 1967. Back-to-school shopping meant a trip to Carson’s, Field’s, Wieboldt’s (got Green Stamps!), or  a specialty shop like Honey Girl. If Grandma was buying we might hit Bonwit Teller  or Peck & Peck. But if you were using your allowance you’d be at Stuart’s. We’d look for the racks of Bobbie Brooks (now sold at Dollar General stores) or Villager (now at Kohl’s) or John Meyer of Norwich.

So a typical outfit consisted of (from the inside out) Carter’s Underpants, an A cup bra from Sears, a garter belt (!) and stockings, Capezio ballet flats, a slip, a hip-stitched skirt, peter pan collar blouse (tucked in) and cardigan sweater, accessorized with the gold circle pin that ALL girls had – because they came free in a box of Modess Napkins.

Which leads us to another product that we’re so glad has disappeared — sanitary napkins and THE BELT! The transition to womanhood was tough enough with teenage hormones and zits, but the belt just nutty. Of course we would be excused from gym during our “time of the month” and most of us learned what was going on from the pamphlets handed out in Health class. Reading “Growing Up and Liking It” was much easier than listening to an embarrassed gym teacher as she drew bad pictures of Fallopian tubes on the board. Thank you Stayfree and New Freedom for making our monthly belts obsolete. Now science is making our “monthlies” a thing of the past as well.

Probably the most daunting item of clothing in our lives in Junior High and High School was a gymsuit from the E. R. Moore Co. Nothing could bring about more embarrassment and fear than forgetting your clean/ironed gymsuit or socks at home. I still have dreams that I’ve lost my socks on the walk to school! Could anything have been less flattering? We felt lucky that ours didn’t have the elastic bloomer bottoms as previous classes but instead had short shorts. And your name had to be in letters at least 2 inches high on the back. They were comfortable and functional. By the way, the E.R. Moore Co. continues to make graduation and choir robes but is out of the gymsuit biz.

Today’s babies will never see pay phones, long distance or dial up internet but they’ll have their own version of Ambush fragrance. And we’ll always have our gymsuit memories!

What other brands and products did you love that are lost? Please share by posting on this site. We’ll enjoy each others memories!

This entry was posted on Monday, January 10th, 2011 at 11:29 am and is filed under Uncategorized, blog items, style. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

One of the most interesting things that happens to us after age 50 or so is that we realize we will likely not live forever. That our days really are numbered, though, fortunately, we don’t know what that number is. This awakening allows us to get up and walk out of meaningless meetings and question relationships that may no longer be fulfilling. We see our time much more clearly and often get the courage to make changes in our lives.

The passing of Elizabeth Edwards brought that home with her moving and profound words on Facebook. What a modern way to share her thoughts – and I’m sharing them now as a gentle reminder of what she learned:

“The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered. We know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren’t able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It’s called being human. But I have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I do have are made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful.”

Elizabeth Edwards had the insight and courage to reject the mental anguish of dying and of an unfaithful husband as she had more living to do and these distractions took precious time and focus from her purpose. She redefined herself, her role in the world and her God to those more honest and fitting for the rest of her life. That is heroic.

I’ve often thought about role models for women our age and have had a hard time identifying many. But if I can emulate a bit of Elizabeth Edwards and share her spirit and strength, I know I can be a better person.

So, do something in the spirit of Elizabeth this week. Honor her by letting go of something that drains your energy, ardor or faith. Commit to something that supports what you believe in and gives hope. And do one thing today to live that commitment.

When we live with the grace, patience and character that she displayed when facing her limited future, we will truly make our numbered days better days.

What change will you make today to live a better life?

This entry was posted on Wednesday, December 8th, 2010 at 10:10 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

AAACK! Cathy, my comic strip alter-ego from my early career days, left a few Sundays ago. Cathy Guisewite ended the almost 35 year run of the perpetually guilt-ridden, chocoholic, working woman who spent entirely too much time worrying about fashion and Irving.

My history with Cathy is bittersweet. I remember her early introduction and how I felt I had a sister in the funny pages, the comics version of Mary Richards (or maybe Rhoda). She was a cohort in the world of working singles who worried about bathing suits and soothed bruised egos from work with wine and chocolate like me.

One of my favorite memories was going to Neiman Marcus with my best friend Diane Borowski to actually meet Cathy G. I was not much of a groupie but really got excited to get to chat with Cathy, probably thinking the 3 of us would walk out of the store, arm in arm, throwing our hats into the air to the tune of “That Girl”. Instead Diane and I got into a bit of a “discussion” of which one of us was Cathy. We both thought we were perfect replicas of her – I even had long straight hair and occasionally wore a heart on my sweater. Diane’s hair had way too much curl. But Diane fought that I was the ultimate Andrea. She was right, but it took me a few years to figure that out.

In the meantime, Cathy G. pleasantly gave us autographs with little Cathy drawings but hardly turned into our best friends. I toned down my expectations about celebrities after that.

I also toned down my appreciation and interest in Cathy, the cartoon. I went off and had a fabulous life. Cathy was still standing in the dressing room trying on ridiculous clothes on an ever-ballooning body. AAACK! Why can’t the salespeople do their job and dress her in age-appropriate clothes! And, sadly, she’d gotten as boring as Irving. Ladies, would we ever stay in a relationship with such an insensitive techno-geek that has no interest in anything but his toys? AAACK! Why didn’t she give him an ultimatum to get a personality or she’d take his dog, Vivian (and possibly the most normal and likable character in the comic strip), and Electra and move out?

Cathy as a character would never achieve anything meaningful in her life. Her shtick was about her neuroses, weaknesses and guilt. Maybe that was fine when we were all young, silly and still had an ocean of time and fun ahead of us. But she didn’t age gracefully. She grew into a caricature of complacency with no dreams or plans of achieving anything meaningful in her life.

Her final strip was simply insulting. Having a baby? Wouldn’t she be about 58 years old? Just too saccharine for my taste.

Saying “so long” to Cathy was like saying good-bye to an old friend who we outgrew. We shared some laughs over coffee. We savored some good one-liners enough to keep in our wallets for a few years. But we got over skimpy bathing suits and bad dates and moved on to careers and self-esteem. Sorry, Cathy! Call me if you ever get back to town. I’ll give you the name of a great hair stylist.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, October 13th, 2010 at 7:03 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

Just started a beginning yoga series at our local yoga studio and I’ve been excited about this since the day I signed up! I’ve been exposed to several “bouts” with yoga over the years — a short class at a spa, an advanced class that I certainly didn’t belong in at the gym, stretches with friends and some videos over the years. But I found my balance and flexibility waning as I got older.

Hence, enrollment in a beginners’ class with the hopes of getting the basics so I know the difference of a “Downward Facing Dog” and “The Warrior”. And I’m not just pretending to know the difference.

The best news — yoga is NOT a competitive sport. No one really cares how bad you are – or good. Though we do stand in awe as Nicole contorts her tatooed limbs in way too many directions! But, as they say, you practice yoga – you never achieve it. Which is why you don’t see many Type A men in class. (All the Type A women are in the power and advanced classes!)

The worst news — I was BY FAR the oldest person in class. Please give me some credit for my skier’s knees, broken ankle from squash, stiff shoulder and general lack of tone everywhere, making my yoga practice much more challenging than that of the 25 year olds in class.

Week One I surprised myself on some of the things I COULD do. A yeoman’s attempt at a shoulder stand at least got my ass off the mat. And speaking of asses, mine stuck up fabulously in my downward dog! But my transition moves are pretty lame and balance needs lots of work.

I realized I was the class klutz! You know — the slowest, clumsiest, weakest participant – that makes everyone else feel graceful and proficient! Someone has to be the klutz and it was a perfect role for me that day!

Once I got over being intimidated by all the young nubile bodies in class – several very serious about these exercises – I just gave it my all. And felt it the next day! WOW! Core muscles I had forgotten about kept aching all week. Clearly a good sign of progress.

Week Two I arrived to a full room – many new beginners! And suddenly I was no longer the klutz! I may still have been the oldest. But there was a woman who had more medical issues than me and one who was heavier and even less coordinated. Judging from her jewelry, her most athletic endeavors seemed to be hoisting her bling around her neck each day! She couldn’t do anything!

But these other people freed me from being the -est of the class and I was simply a participant. Not that we’re being competitive. But I noticed something about myself. I found when I wasn’t the Class Klutz, I didn’t have as much to overcome or prove to myself. I kind of slipped from being a fighter, challenging my klutziness, to mediocre performance.

So tomorrow night at class, armed with my new yoga mat, I plan to mentally put myself into the yoga klutz role again and take on that challenge. Maybe I won’t look as clumsy as others, but, in my mind, I’ll be a total spaz!

PS – so everyone else is looking at each other during class, too? Right? While we’re all trying not to fart? Right? These are the things you don’t talk about…

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This entry was posted on Tuesday, September 14th, 2010 at 10:20 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

A good friend just sent out a few photos from her daughter’s wedding last month and one photo was magnificent! It was “the family” captured on a beautifully, happy day with the bride beaming, the grandkids darling in yellow and white, a giant yellow matron-of-honor who had a child earlier that week, the gorgeous mother of the bride, etc. It truly was the photo that told the story of the day – and of the life of this family.

Then I got photos from a very fun event I attended — a lot of photos and none of which I need bother saving. I guess these told a story, if you kept them all together and pieced together what people doing (cause we could only see their backs) and no one was really identifiable.

My point? We’re taking and sharing a whole lot of photos these days. And they seem to be taking up a huge chunk of time and data space. In the old days, didn’t you get excited when you picked up your photos at Walgreen’s after waiting a few days to get them back? The really old ones came in little photo albums that made them even more special! You’d pick through the negatives to have reprints made to share with family members or friends and would label the backs with who was in the photo, the event and date it was taken.

Now we just send a link. “Here – go look at a bunch of pictures we took of varying degrees of quality and interest. Save what you want.” As of last October, Flickr had over 4 BILLION photos posted. 4 BILLION! Whoa – that would take one heck of a large attic to store boxes of those! But of those, I wonder how many of them were shareable?

With today’s digital cameras, we’re all so used to cameras and phones documenting everything! Kids grow up watching for YouTube moments, proud parents send weekly updates on how quickly the kids are growing. And, I have to admit, I’ve posted a great dog photo now and then.

We’re also using our cameras to document more — the broken parking meter where we got the ticket, a tag on an item we hope to find online, my friend’s calendar cause it’s easier than emailing — but how good are we at dumping these photos? Or are they just cluttering up our “photo boxes”?

I loved how my friend took the time and selected just a few great photos to share so we could see the joy without the tiresome details. Sort of like hearing 5 minutes of highlights of your sister’s Hawaiian vacation instead of having to watch the 2 carousel, 45 minute slide show. Or having to watch someone else’s family videos.

Voodoo followers and many tribal nations believe cameras will steal your soul when your photo is taken. Are our photos becoming so inexpensive and prevalent that our photos are losing their “souls”? Will this year’s “first day of school pictures” be lost in our cyber albums or can we save the best and preserve them for posterity. Like the old times.

This entry was posted on Thursday, September 2nd, 2010 at 3:08 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

FYI – walking 39.3 miles in 2 days for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer PLUS camping overnight in horrendous storms is HARD. But not as hard as being diagnosed with breast cancer, I bet. I never would have made the whole distance if it weren’t for my incredibly driven walking partners — and they felt the same way.

I was never raised as a real team player. As most of us that are over 50, girls didn’t play team sports. (I don’t consider being in the same gym class a “team” — though the common embarrassment of having to wear gymsuits did offer some kind of bond….)  Didn’t belong to a sorority, didn’t even have a big family, so I never felt much like a joiner. But what a great team to join.

Every 3 minutes, someone in America is diagnosed with breast cancer. Women and men, young and old. So much of the $7.7M we raised is going toward research for a simple breast cancer test (bye, bye mammograms!), for less expensive treatments, gene research and other breakthroughs being conducted by Chicagoland doctors and hospitals. The rest is going for diagnosis and treatment for uninsured and low income people so they have access to the good care most of us have.

To all of you who honked while we walk – THANK YOU! We loved waving back – and if you noticed our 2-handed wave, that’s “applause” in sign language – and an important gesture to keep our hands and fingers from swelling into little sausages.

To all of you who walked – THANK YOU! I’m proud to be part of this “sorority” of selfless people who lived their commitment.

To all of you who donated or supported the walkers in any way – THANK  YOU! We couldn’t have done it without you.

To all of you brave women and men who have or had cancer – THANK YOU! For keeping hope alive and being the strong inspirations you are.

Many of the walkers write who they’re walking for on signs on their backs. There were many powerful images and statements. But one of our favorites (outside of some hysterical boob jokes) was “I’m walking so the only pink ribbons my daughter will wear are for her hair.” Wahoo!

This entry was posted on Monday, June 7th, 2010 at 4:43 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

If you’re in Chicago this weekend, keep your eyes open for walkers in pink. It’s the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer weekend and several thousand (mostly) women will be on the sidewalks trying to walk 26.2 miles on Saturday and 13.1 on Sunday. Honk, wave and appreciate their fund-raising efforts and participants.

I just came back from registration and was delighted in the enthusiasm of the crew and volunteers signing us in. The “thanks” and adulation for participating is overwhelming. Three years ago I walked – didn’t train as well as I did this year, so only made about 21 miles. But was welcomed with the applause of a hero.

There’s magic in participating in an event of this magnitude! First, you are in this selfless community of other people who are giving a huge amount of time and energy for “good” — not for pay, for recognition, for any reward other than emotional and spiritual $$$ in our “heaven banks”.

Second, we have a very challenging personal goal – to walk 39.3 miles in 2 days. If you’re familiar with the concept of Flow, you know that you can achieve this “buzz” when being challenged in something that you do fairly well. So there’s a lot of Flow going on, until…

Third, it gets pretty boring! I submitted a question on VibrantNation.com requesting ideas on what to think about for the really long time we’ll be walking. Much of the time you’re chatting with other walkers. But at some point around mile 10 you get talked out. And for liability reasons, we can’t wear headphones. So there’s magic in this meditation we move into. That or boredom.

Fourth, we’re walking for a very emotional issue — Breast Cancer. I lost my mom this way in 1982 after a 10 year battle. I’ve had my share of “scares” at mammogram centers over the years, too. So when we’re walking with survivors or people who also lost someone dear, there’s a poignancy you don’t get when walking your dog.

Fifth, the closing ceremonies are HUGE! There’s a sea of pink (walkers), white (survivors) and blue (crew) shirts at Soldier Field when the announcements are made about how much money we raised and what local organizations will be the recipients of the many millions raised.

Sixth – and so important – is the magic of completing something you told yourself you’d do. So many women try to make commitments to themselves, yet commitments to others seem to always come first. The completion of a weekend of walking with total strangers brings closure to the commitment we all made to ourselves. To the walking, the fund-raising, the healthy living and the emotional openness we approached the walk commitment. To our friends who trained with us and made generous contributions. To our families who made their own dinners or breakfasts cause we were out walking.

The Avon Walk takes a lot out of us – but gives even more back. On Monday, in spite of  blisters, sun/wind burn and exhaustion, we’ll be walking a little taller! So show your appreciation if you  see any walkers with loud honking and cheering. They’ll wave back.

(If you want to cheer, get the list of Avon cheering stations here.)

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This entry was posted on Friday, June 4th, 2010 at 4:45 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

Oh, crap! I’ve lost so much weight that for the first time in my life, I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!

WOW – never did I expect to get to say that! But the winter has been good for me and 60 pounds and 7 months of Weight Watchers means I have nothing to wear. I’m no where near done losing so don’t want to invest in really good clothes, so what do I do now?

1) Get rid of my old clothes. I’m seriously thinking of opening my “clothes room” to friends and Craig’s list and letting them take whatever they want if they make a $10 donation to the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. Or take the “good stuff” to Poised for Success or another great charity for women getting back into the workplace.

2) See what might be able to be taken in. I have a couple of good tailors on the Resource page. It’s time I used one!

3) Identify what else I REALLY need. Like a pair of black cropped pants, jeans skirt, a few great fitting t-shirts and a cardigan. Funny how I have an entire collection of fabulous scarves and accessories — those cute things you can buy without a size!

4) Create some “uniforms” – great looks that go together and I can just pull out of my closet and wear.

Another approach is to have Julie Judd, our MI Style Pro, commandeer my closet and then shop with me. Or at least give me an objective opinion on what my body shape is these days! She did wonders for me 60 lbs. ago – so I’m sure we’d have even more fun now!

You can get the word from Julie, too! SPECIAL WORKSHOP on Spring! Wednesday, April 7th from 10:30-3:00! Wear and bring a few spring outfits and have Julie tell you what’s working and what’s not. Plus learn how to shop, how to look age-appropriate, how to make changes in your wardrobe and in your life! SPECIAL PRICING! $20 off the regular price of $140. Includes lunch and all materials! Register now by emailing me (Chris) at chauri@mirrorwomen.com. This special price of $120 is only for the April 7 workshop.

And, back to nothing fitting…it’s nice for a change! I remember nothing fitting before – only clothes were too tight. This is a much better dilemma!!!

I’d love to hear other success stories and how you handled “nothing to wear”. Send comments!

This entry was posted on Friday, April 2nd, 2010 at 1:15 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

I am a week away from leaving the country for a 3-week adventure in Southeast Asia! Woohoo! There will be 5 of us who traveled to Costa Rica earlier this year going on this trip, along with 11 other curious friends we have yet to meet. The planning process is so encompassing — malaria pills, passports, which luggage, what summer clothes fit, etc.

Our tour company is terrific – Overseas Adventure Travel – and they do their best to make sure we come prepared. Today I got an email from our guide with a 21-letter name (we can call him “Matthew”) with reminders. We received our itineraries with packing lists and weather expectations. Plus I have Fodor’s and a book on temples, and walking shoes and the cutest new “Life is Good” t.

So why is it that we get SO organized around packing and planning a few weeks from home, but give little to no thought about all the rest of our lives? I know which elephant camp we’re going to, but I don’t know how I’m going to pay my real estate taxes. I have my seat on the plane but I keep putting off having my upholstered chairs cleaned in my living room. I have a “must call and reconnect” list that gets longer every day (you should see how many friends I’ve told I’ll see when I get back!) and that list will get longer and older before I make those calls!

We had a LifeSort workshop the other day and one of the participants commented on how powerful it was in getting her priorities out on the table and addressing some next steps. She later wrote that she went home and DID those steps and is making progress. Maybe because the workshop was written on her calendar, she had a start date to take some things more seriously. Maybe because I’m getting on a plane, that deadline is throwing me into action.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on what gets you “planning and packing”. What makes you look ahead and plan your life — something much more important than a trip! Comment below!

And if it’s a workshop you need, you can still sign up for LifeStyle this Sunday. Course this is the workshop that gets you UN-packing all those clothes that don’t do you justice!

If you

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This entry was posted on Monday, January 25th, 2010 at 3:10 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.