How do you keep your recipes? I want to start collecting all my recipes together, but not sure how I should keep them. In a recipe box maybe, or in a Midget spiral notebook? How do you keep yours?

What do you use? What is the best? Productivity? Tell me about your experiences with the following: Daily Planning, Software, Phone, Palm Pilot, Midget spiral notebook? Do you know anyone who is highly productive how do they do it? My best thought thus far is if you think of it do it then and now. My problem is i can have more thoughts than I can actually do at any given time. I am kind of a researcher with a touch of perfectionist and I can't keep up with myself. What wisdoms have you gathered?

How Can I Get My Cat To Come In My Room? A few weeks ago my cat stopped coming and staying in my room like what he's usually been doing for the past years and Im wondering why. Everytime he walks inside he looks up at my ceiling fan and just runs away like as if the fan is staring back at him. I did lose my cool, though, which may have caused all this (which I totally regret now). The thing is, I was feeling stressed and worn out (due to finals) and my cat wanted out of my room and back in as soon as he came in. So after a minute of straight meowing and my frustration I was lowering my fan power and I lost my cool, snapped the little pull string and threw my spiral notebook (relatively Midget one i.e. 1 subject) in the direction of the door (which was where my cat was). So he started freaking out...like running back and forth real fast inside of my room and like basically pacing...<br> <br> point is...can anyone help me calm him or work with him so the Bob I once knew can come back to how he usually was :( He also doesnt even go upstairs or into any room with a ceiling fan...

Need to find item, Help? I really need to find this item, or at least a picture of it. it's a fairly Midget spiral notebook, the cover is half [at top] a flowery, leave pattern/vine (hot pink-ish), on the other half [bottom] brown (polka-dots) , again, -fairly Midget -spiral notebook -pink and brown -top-vine-ish, leaves, flowery -it has maybe about 70 pages or so i LOST my notebook and i need a picture of it to show what it looks like so it can be FOUND. i have A LOT of artwork in it, i REALLY need to find it. if you can PLEASEEEE HELP! THANK YOU SO MUCH! TT . TT

Does This Sound Stupid to You? My grandson, 10, and his classmates carry a Midget spiral notebook the school calls their AGENDA. It is a calendar in notebook form. Each day of the month has a 3 inch space where he SOMETIMES scribbles in a test they'll be having or schoolwork they need to do but mostly the space is BLANK. If I do not sign this Agenda he gets an "F" IN CONDUCT!!! He will never tell me to sign it; I have to remind him. If I sign, he gets an "A" in conduct for that day. If I test him, not mentioning signing it, he gets an "F." Does this sound stupid to you? It seems unfair to me and how does a signature designate conduct??

What are some good places to hide a journal? KIND OF large, but Midgeter than a spiral bound notebook. Somewhere in the room that I SHARE with my little sister. I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters and I need a good place without buying a diary with a lock OR a box with a lock! Thanks!

Do you find it annoying when writing and those binders or notebook spirals get in the way? or notebooks with sprals....i have wide hands...so i guess there big lol.....but anyways when i get 3/4 of the way towards the end of the line....it's hard for me to bec. the binder ring is in the way or if it's a notebook with a spiral it gets in the way i guess if u have Midget hands then u don't really hav ea problem lol I have no space to rest my hand down when i get towards the end of the line ...so it doesn't look great

Cheap notebooks??? where can i get Midget colorful (preferably green) notebooks. probably about Midgeter than a regualar spiral notebook or bigger than a 5x7. I need then Realy!!!! cheap i need to but about 25 andi dont want to pay more than $10!!! thaks sooooo much!!

Where are some good places to buy distinctive blank notebooks from? I have already been to Paperchase and Amazon.co.uk Pocket notebooks around the 15cm x 10cm mark or Midgeter, spiral-bound or strong spine Websites or shops in the Greater London area Thanks a lot

help me decide, trying to get organized? alright so i need help in deciding which to use a spiral notebook or a 3 ring binder? 1 for my math class and 1 for my healthcare tech. class, currently i'm sharing the 2 in a binder, but it's a hassle to put papers in and to right in a binder, on the other hand it looks more professional, and a spiral notebook is so Midget..so which should i use? thanks

help me trying to get organized? alright so i need help in deciding which to use a spiral notebook or a 3 ring binder? 1 for my math class and 1 for my healthcare tech. class, currently i'm sharing the 2 in a binder, but it's a hassle to put papers in and to right in a binder, on the other hand it looks more professional, and a spiral notebook is so Midget..so which should i use? thanks i asked in p&s because most of the other sections are dead lt. lori what the hell?

C&A~~ Random Anime/Manga Survey #19~!! +[[ BOO. >=3 ]]+? Hello~!! =D I finally have summer break! … actually, I’ve had it since middle of last week… XD BUT! Today some in Canada are getting off school! :O ;D ;D (I think it’s Flames, Freakazoid, Prince B… who else? O.O” —totally forgot—) Soooo… o.o What’s up? xD ----- feel free to rant here ----- Copy&Paste&Answer Please~!! ======================== Anime Survey ======================== 1) What age group do you think the majority of anime/manga fans in your country tend to be in? ( between __ and __ years old; __ and above; or __ and below ) Why? 2) In your own words, define the term “filler” as it is used in relationship to anime/manga. 3) Name a few terms that many anime/manga fans tend to overuse and/or misuse. 4) What, in your opinion, enabled DBZ to be known as one of the “classics” of anime? ( If you have no idea, make a guess ;D ) ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Random Survey ++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1) Which do you prefer – three ring binders, or spiral notebooks? 2) Would you rather read a single spaced, 400-word block paragraph in a Midget font, or would you rather watch fifteen minutes of a boring video in a language you don’t know—with no subtitles? 3) Ask a gender-neutral question (preferably an opinionated Q) for the person who answers right after/below you. Also, answer the question of the person who posted above you. Thanks for answering! =D [[ First person: for Random Q #3: How much of the world’s population do you think is computer literate? Why? ]]

Just started this story, rough, rough draft, looking for opinions? Part 1 of 4 – How this all came to be… 1. Wednesday’s are notorious for being the slowest day of the week. Every tick of the clock seems to move backward, and watching it only makes those movements backwards a hell of a lot slower. And as those ticks clicked backwards, Johnny could feel his pulse and temperature rising ever so slightly. The back of his neck felt like sun burn after being slapped, and his blood pressure bumped and thumped like the blood was trying to break loose. He’d look back at the clock, waiting, and waiting, and waiting for 3:15. 3:15 was the book of Revelation to him. It meant the day was over, at least for a couple more hours. It meant he could back home, relax, take a shower, masturbate, discuss the meaning of everything. But 3:15 was still a ways a way. He yawned and positioned himself in as many awkward positions as time would allow. Any awkward position would keep him awake, but only for a moment. Soon his inner body would adjust, and start falling asleep again. He felt mechanical. Two sides of him were competing for attention. Neither one was really winning, except whoever was making the more rationale argument. I could leave. Leave early, say I have a doctor’s appointment. (You would miss the rest of the lecture) I’m missing it anyway. I can barely stay awake. (You’re parent’s aren’t paying for you to sleep) Shut up. (You’ve got a child on the way) Those words woke him up more than any awkward position was ever going to. It made him breath deep breaths and sweat big sweats. He wasn’t even sure who he was, and now he was going to have to direct someone else’s life. It didn’t help that the professor was talking in somewhat hypnotic speech. Eerily soothing, and causing those eyelids to become perhaps a dozen times heavier than they already were. Johnny stuck it out. Just like he did every Wednesday. 2. Across campus, Timothy was already deeply engrossed in another afternoon film. It was the second film he had watched today. This semester he cleared most of his schedule for watching movies. He got a job at the campus library checking in and out books. Occasionally, he’d push the rack all over the library placing books in their respective places. He mother fucked the Dewey Decimal System to high heaven, claiming their had to be an easy way to catalog books. He always assumed someone else could do it. This afternoon’s selection was the 1948 Orson Welles version of Macbeth. Timothy was on a Shakespeare kick for the past two weeks. He’d brought home just about every version of Hamlet from the library last week. Bragnah and Zeffirelli and Olivier and Burton, not to mention the half dozen or so stage productions with names no one would ever recogonize. He said he saw something about himself in the character of Hamlet. Something about the madness, and the way Hamlet carried himself. The library was the perfect place for him to work. The campus library housed nearly every film ever made. The rows and rows of cinema, past and present, screamed “watch me.” Timothy was just the person to do that. 3. Concluding her fourth week teaching was Jocelyn. She was just finishing a lecture on neurons and how they worked. “Remember there is to be a test on Monday. This is going to be on. I’m going to ask you some tough stuff.” Her voice was drowned out by the sound of zippers and notebooks closing. You wouldn’t think of a notebook closing, making any noise at all. But given the onslaught of three hundred notebooks, and it was a symphony of whooshes and wishes. The semester was just getting started. She had settled in nicely, to the student teaching position. It curbed most of the cost of her graduate education. Her parents were happy about this. They weren’t so happy about the seven month unborn child she was carrying around. Unmarried. Still in school. Oh yes, her parents were plenty worried about that situation to even fully appreciate the tuition waiver for her graduate work. She had refused to tell her parents who the father was. At least up until now. Her parent’s patience was running thin, and she soon would. But first she had some thing of her own to clear up. She was constantly pondering her graduate degree, wondering and wondering if any of it was worth it. She wondered if she only enrolled to quell the fact that this child was the end of her young life. No condoms, how could I be so stupid. She thought this constantly, and consistently. She felt like the girl in the sex ed video, who stayed home on Friday, when her friends went out, just so she could watch her baby. Her friends, all of them, were so supportive, but their eyes fed her that thank-god—that’s-not-my-child look. She could feel their eyes move up and down her body, the same way a guy does to a girl he sees coming his way. But there eyes were not with with lust, or love, but complete relief. No fucking condoms, you stupid piece of shit. The last of the students headed out the door, just as she was gathering up her things. Just a lonely pregnant women in the middle of the auditorium, all alone. That’s how things for her had felt lately. 4. “The ending is more pronounced because of the change that Ching Fong goes through.” Johnny professors says, to a mostly interested class. Johnny’s arousal level is less than willing to continue. Who would have thought 18th century Japanese literature could be so boring? Johnny wondered if all literature was so boring. He even went as far to wonder if culture in general and everything about it was this boring. All the films, books, and paintings. Every poem, paragraph and page every written and typed, was it all bullshit. “What do you think, Johnny?” his professor asked. He realized his wandering eyes, and heavy yawns had attracted the attention of his teacher. “Uh, yeah.” He answered. The class giggled in unison. He had no clue what the lecture was about, hadn’t even paid attention in the last week. Johnny wasn’t even entirely sure he was reading from the same book as everyone else. “Mr. Walsh, part of your grade is participation. So I am asking for your opinion.” The professor was dead serious, in your face. The class’ eyes were all on him, waiting for his opinion. “I’m going to be honest, I have no clue what you’re talking about.” He answered. The laughs came back, but there were fewer this time around, like an inside joke that only a few are apart of. “Looks like that will be an F for participation today, Mr. Walsh.” The professor stared at him, half expecting a reply but continued right on with what he was talking about. Johnny wondered what this guy was like in middle or high school. Probably the kid who got quarters thrown at him in study hall. Johnny laughed on the inside at the thought of flying George Washingtons hitting him on the head. His gazed returned to the outside, where the weather was becoming more and more brilliant by the moment. The clouds were turning a light gray, not the kind that bring rain, but the kind that make Johnny feel complete. There was a slight breeze, he could discern from the swaying trees. Some kids were playing soccer on the lawn. Kicking the black and white ball back and forth. It didn’t appear there were any defined goals. There didn’t need to be, the whole point was just to be outside. Some other kids were just sitting under trees text or fictional books sprawled across their laps, ingesting the whole sum of human knowledge. Johnny’s deep blue eyes slightly watered at the thought that this was it. This room would be the end of him, and he knew it. His mood was in a downward spiral since the start of the summer. When she told him. When she told him, that within her, his seed had reached her egg, and together they were creating a child. She hadn’t quite put it like that, but he always preferred the most defined definition he could reach. I gave it to her. I gave it to her too damn good. (Better watch your mouth, round that newborn) My parents swore around me, and look, I’m fine. (Yeah you conceived a child that you have no clue how to care for) He remembered an idea from Introductory Psych. Objective Self Awareness. Whenever the focus shifts inward, you enter this state of subject awareness. When your self and self image don’t align, it produces negative feelings. His teacher then suggested this is why we see so many IPODS and ZUNES. So people can drown out their own thoughts and remain focused outward. Johnny sighed and succumbed himself to the last fifteen minutes of class. The outside was not much farther away. 5. “This is terrible.” Timothy said out loud to the walls and the carpet, and the stack of recently viewed movies on the floor. Among them such classics as the Campbell Scott version of Hamlet, the 1989 film When Harry Met Sally, and the fifth Star Trek film. The odd assortment of films was the way Timothy liked to watch them. He never liked to watch the same genre twice in a row. The past two weeks had been a rare exception to the rule. Consistency was key, as he examined the various productions of Hamlet. Timothy was looking for the differences between each production. The Midgetest of details, such as camera or lighting, and he jotted them down in a notebook. With his copy of Hamlet to his side, Johnny would here him all the way down the hall. Quoting Shakespeare four hundred years after the Bard had suffered the deep dark plunge we all go to. “Oh all you, host o heaven! O Earth! What else?” Timothy would recite. It would seem the voice were coming from the walls, or that Johnny was schizophrenic. But no, not at all. It was the sounds of the Globe Theatre traveling through time, and space to America. To Pennsylvania. To Pittsburgh. It was being absorbed in the hearts of the young, being prepared for passage to another generation. Timothy was not enjoying this version of Macbeth at all. Maybe it was the black and white of it all, but Timothy could not even stand to finish it. He turned it off and returned it to it’s proper case. His afternoon was carefully planned to have enough time to watch this, then the Roman Polanski version, then study for the up and coming “exam of the semester, quite possibly my life” is what he was calling it. The change in plans gave him some extra free time. So he stared at the wall, working on the story waiting to be poured onto paper. 5. Johnny quickly left the lecture hall, not wanting to be stopped by Professor Asshole on the way out. For the obvious and not so obvious reasons. The first of course being he was afraid he might actually slip and call him professor ASSHOLE! And the second being, he didn’t feel like getting the paying attention will help you do better lecture. Or the I’m not standing up here for my health lecture. He’d heard them before, or some version of them. He had pretty much been uninterested in anything but philosophy since he took his first class all those years ago. The ideas and thoughts and logic of the past four thousand years was constantly bouncing around in his mind, and his pure undivided attention was constantly on that. Pondering and wondering. Thinking and reasoning. 6. Timothy had a notebook where he kept pictures and comments. Little shreds and bits of information that he eventually thought would help him in the screenwriting process. His whole view of Planet Earth changed when he would doodle away at the notebook. The cries for help from Africa, the depleting ozone layer, the pollution and over population, the whole world just went away. His friends, mostly Johnny, often wondered if there was a screw or two loose. Something just never made sense with Timothy. In all actuality, that is just the way he presented himself. One step behind the rest. He scrawled a few shapes and figures into the notebook. Hoping that some ultimately amazing wonderful tidbit of dialogue would come pouring outward onto the paper. Some great quote that college kids, and adults alike would continue saying for years afterwards. Something inspirational, and spine tingling. His getting longer by the day black hair was at his eyes right now. He loved the way it blew in the wind, even if everyone he knows did not. He was slightly chubby, but nothing a doctor would recommend a safer diet over. Most of the clothes he wears are two sizes too big, and he only shaves when he absolutely has to. Yet he cannot grow a full beard at this point. More like sporadic spots of hairs. A “chin strap” is what some up tight sorority girl had called it last semester. His school nurse, and his eye doctor all decided he should wear corrective lenses. He never does, except when he’s behind the wheel of a car. The glasses he has now are the same ones he got in junior high. He writes in his notebook: The fate of your life is directly affected by the fate of those around you. “That’s the worst quote in the history of quoting.” He says to himself. He ponders lighting up the old bubbler. Let rip a few quick hits of the wacky tobaccy before he sails off to watch the other version of Macbeth. He draws a man drowning at sea with a bubble above it screaming help. Next to that he draws a big boat and writes TITANTIC along the side. The guy in the tower has a bubble now too. It says “sorry pal, can’t stop for nothing.” He laughs to himself and closes the notebook. Another day at the office he assures himself. 7. Jocelyn is walking down the aisle of the auditorium, the weight of her bag to her side. If someone was observing her from the backside, they would think she was having a seizure the way she was walking. She could truly care less though. Abortion was an idea that she hadn’t really thought about at all. She remembered in the weeks after she told Johnny she was pregnant, she could see it in his eyes. Those eyes that were begging for an abortion chit chat. It seemed to her that he was just waiting for her to bring it up.She had wanted to talk about it, but every time she saw that he was eager and willing to get rid of this child, it angered her, and made her want it that much more. And now, she insisted it was too late. She remembered when she was an undergrad, and walking along Forbes Ave, some old lady was holding a great big poster, depicting an abortion at twenty-three weeks. The picture was disturbing but effective in one aspect. She stopped and yelled at the old woman, declaring it was a women’s right to choose. She even attended a march for Female’s Rights a few years back. She had always argued in favor of it, but now, when it was her child, she couldn’t help but cradle her belly and imagine the life she planned to give her child. Whether or not Johnny was going to be apart of it, was debatable. 8. In the last ten minutes of each hour, the hallways filled up with students from every area of the globe. Johnny had come from a suburban white man’s paradise. Coming to Pitt was the biggest culture shock he had ever received. A lifetime of one type of person, and suddenly inserted into the throbbing heart of the idea of America. He had savored every moment, unlearning everything K through 12 taught him. Public Education, he declared in an essay, was flawed. It was one dimensional. He considered the pledge of Allegiance. Writing about the pledge, he realized he couldn’t even remember it. We spend thirteen years, reciting the Pledge daily, to leave it behind once we leave high school. He had not said it once since then. And it was a system of control. Implemented by men in suits far away trying to curb individualism. Or so he had wrote. “Hey.” A voice called from behind him. It was Justine. He turned to see her smiling and eager to talk. “Hiya.” He replied, smiling. Justine was a nice break from the going to be a father routine. “Boring class.” She said, slugging her book bag over her shoulder. “Is it ever exciting?” he questioned. “You damn philosophers, always asking questions but never coming up with any real answers.” She laughed. Johnny leaned in real close to her, almost directly next to her ear. “That’s what makes us so attractive.” He laughed, and so did she. It was a I-Want-You laugh. But both of them knew the reality of Johnny’s situation. Both of them knew that on it’s way was a boy or girl, and for the next eighteen years or so, Johnny would be busy cradling, raising, and sending off to college a child. “You wanna go get a cup of coffee?” She asked. He shook his head. He wondered what they were brewing down at the French Press. “Alright, but I insist on you buying.” He laughed again and they took to the steps. Johnny this is masturbation. (Dude) Well, you’re a child, and this is the big boy’s menu. (Touche) 8. Jocelyn stopped to talk to one of her students waiting outside the auditorium. Her name was Tammy, and she nearly waited everyday outside the door. Tammy always asked the most interesting questions about psychology. She seemed generally interested in it, and Jocelyn assumed this girl would eventually declare psych as a major. She just hated the idea of her waiting till after class to ask the question. Tammy was obviously shy. But the questions she was asking were ones the whole class could benefit from. “Ms. Everett, hey, how are you.” Tammy said. She was still holding her notebook, and glancing at it as she walked up. “I’m pregnant.” She replied, solemnly. She hoped the question would be simple. She wanted to go lie down and eat a half pint of ice cream. “Oh, really, I hadn’t noticed.” Tammy smile, nervously. “Anyway, I just have a quick question.” “Concerning neurons?” “Ummm, not quite. I was looking through your page on the school’s website.” She started. Jocelyn felt suddenly violated. You looked at my website, for what? “I saw that you were a part of a undergraduate research project.” Christ, this is going to take forever. “And I was curious how one gets involved in such things.” She was just a curious student, curious like she was when she started school. Interested in how the great big gray matter could produce feelings of love, hate, and complete and utter dissatisfaction with life. “Tammy, I have to head to a OB appointment. Can you stop by my office tomorrow around 11. I’ll give you all the details, and introduce you to the researcher involved in that.” “Oh, yeah, sure.” She laughed, but it was filled with anxiety, and embarrassment. Jocelyn didn’t really have an appointment, at least not today. But she was exhausted, lugging her bag of education all around campus. She never envisioned doing this while pregnant. She suddenly was jealous of her friends from high school. They were either engaged or married to men who were going to take care of them for the rest of their lives. Till death or divorce do them part. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Tammy hurried off. Jocelyn watched as she walked away and headed out the door. Was Tammy so much different then her three years ago? She wondered if she had just shattered a girl’s dreams of making a difference. She always said the biggest problem with the youth was no one wanted to make a difference. Perhaps it was because there were so many problems that the aspect of making a difference was such a loaded issue. Global warming, overpopulation, health care, mental health. There were more problems than solutions associated with those. And now it was her generation’s responsibility to correct all this. The past fifty years of American Hedonism and unilaterialism had pretty much destroyed any prospect of America in the future. And now, when her generation failed there would be nothing but cynicism towards her. She imagined her child, starving to death, or dying of an uninsured illness saying “Thanks a lot, Mom. Thanks for letting me die.” She felt like crying. And maybe as she was watching t.v. and eating Ben and Jerry’s she would. She would let a Midget river, or creek of tears stream down her face and try and be optimistic. 9. Timothy burnt his thumb lighting up his bubbler. He usually did, especially when trying to take a big hit. Smoke billowed up from the marijuana, and he held in the lung-full hit he had taken. He could feel it lingering in his lungs. A little longer. He could see the gray color sinking into his lungs, and the Midgeter molecules journeying to his brain. He could see the Midgeter molecules binding to his neurons, and completely fucking him up. Joceyln had explained it all to him one time. One day when the two of them were stoned, she told him exactly what happened upstairs. He always liked getting stoned with Jocelyn, but she hadn’t smoked in a long, long time. Ever since she decided she wanted to be a doctor. But only lately had she become the uptight chick she was. At this point, he just felt bad for Johnny. He could see the way Johnny looked at her and knew his friend didn’t want that. But the two of them were far past breaking up at this point. Even if they wanted to, they had been brought up to respect the idea of the American family. Raised in a house with a mom and dad. The sad part was that neither of them were completely sure of it. Johnny had never said anything, but it was the way he acted around her, or didn’t act around her. He did not respond to her like he used to. It used to be she said jump, and he was in the air. But now, it seemed it was all Jocelyn could do to keep him around. He remembered one night he’d come home from class, and there was a note one the table saying he was going away for a little bit, to clear his head. Johnny had just up and left. But he was back by the next day. When Timothy asked him what was wrong, he just said he was stressed and left it at that. Another big hit, and he could feel the drug kick in. Everything became heavy and light. It felt like his conscious was trying to keep up with reality.

Good bag for a commuter student (male)? What's a good messenger bag for a male commuting college student? My old bag got torn and I need a new one. I've been looking at the Timbuk2 Midget Messenger, but I'm not sure that it will be able to carry all my stuff. The bag I buy needs to at least hold: - a netbook/mini laptop 10" - a college level book or two - a spiral notebook - pens, calculator, etc. Know any good bags for me?

Taking restaurant inventory - where to start? The restaurant I work for is going to start taking inventory in an attempt to cut our losses and increase our profits. I have QuickBooks software and am eventually going to try to streamline everything into one place - I just don't even know where to start because it's a little overwhelming! Should l just start with a spiral notebook and write down every little thing we have and enter it into Quickbooks - or would I be better off starting Midgeter in something like Excel? I just need some starting ideas - thanks!!!

criminology????????????????? The warrants were granted. The arrest warrants for Mendoza and Manning particularly described the individuals to be arrested. The search warrant gave the street address, and indicated that the objects to be seized were drugs, drug related paraphernalia, hard copy pays and owes [notations of narcotic transactions], cash, and weapons. You and a team from the Drug Interdiction Task Force deployed to the Manning residence shortly after noon on November 14. When you approached the front door you found that it was partially open. You could see approximately sixty well dressed citizens of Fresno, many of whom were recognizable to you. They had gathered around the pool and were enjoying the hospitality of the event. Rather than knocking on the door and announcing your presence and purpose, you immediately entered with the remaining officers, and ordered everyone present to “freeze.” Mendoza was easily identified and arrested at a temporary bar located near the pool. A search of his person revealed a .40 Glock automatic, and a vial containing power cocaine in one of his pockets. When asked where Manning was, Mendoza replied, “in his office,” and nodded toward an area down a hallway. You proceeded in that direction while other officers looked in closets, under beds, and behind drapes and furniture for persons who might represent a danger or interfere with the execution of the warrants. You found Manning seated at a desk working on a lap top computer. He was handcuffed, and taken to a waiting police vehicle. After he was removed you went through his desk, and a briefcase which contained only a spiral notebook and what appeared to be some legal files. The briefcase and laptop were seized and taken to the property division. In accordance with a protocol which you had established and announced to law enforcement participants, all of those present were temporarily seated and handcuffed, much to the chagrin of the Director of the Fresno Philharmonic, the President of the Chamber of Commerce, and the Chairman of Fres-Yes who was to present a bid for the 2014 Winter Olympics. All protested loudly about their treatment and promised retribution. Those who identified themselves as security personnel were frisked. The process resulted in the recovery of a number of hand guns and other miscellaneous weapons. A check of “wants and warrants” for those present revealed an outstanding traffic warrant for one hospitality worker. She was arrested, and a search of her apron resulted in the recovery of a Midget quantity of marijuana. Charmaigne Manning was found in a bedroom she described as her own which had only feminine décor. Beside her was a Midget bowl with a powdery substance believed to be cocaine. She was taken into custody for possession. Gradually, the guests were identified and allowed to depart. A systematic search of the home failed to reveal any contraband, but entry into a door for what turned out to be the maid’s quarters resulted in the discovery of 10 kilos of marijuana. On the driveway to the property officers searched Mendoza’s red Cadillac Escalade, and found another 10 kilos of marijuana in the trunk together with the $10,000 of marked buy money. At the jail, during the booking procedures, you went through the briefcase again, with particular interest in the spiral bound notebook. In its pages were notations relating to a number of criminal offenses including jury tampering, corruption, and bribery. The laptop contained records of various drug related transactions together with a memorandum indicating that 20 kilos were to be delivered to Medrano on November 14. TFUnder the logic and reasoning in United States v Leon, your search of the entire premises at 3297 Oak Ridge was in objective good faith. Which of the following can be searched pursuant to a warrant which describes the premises in question by a street address. A.The residence B.Any outbuildings within the curtilage C.Any car parked on the property D.All of the above TFThe search of the hostess violated Fourth Amendment standards because the warrant did not provide for her search.

Is it strange to still be kinda angry about this thing with my mom? A few months back, i was being stupid and used part of my spiral notebook to get some thing out of my teeth the notebook got stuck cut away the rest of the notebook with only a Midget peice left in my mouth tried getting that out, and it got caught between my back gums and tounge... i was gushing blodd out of my mouth and my mom told me to calm down but i couldn't stop crying so she ***** slapped me it still didnt calm me down my sister had to talk me down and instead od going to a doctor or the hospital because it was late she made me pull it out by myself and it hurt so bad and i was so scared but i pulled it out i couldn't talk for a few days everytime it comes up in conversation, i get angry with her, and i am not sure why... why wouldnt she take me to a doctor when i was hurt that bad?

How do you organize your school stuff? :))? I have tried so many ways to keep all my school stuff organized. From one big binder, to a bunch of Midget ones, to color coded folders. So I would like to hear what you guys have to say on what you believe was the best way to keep your stuff in order. I'm a very organized person, but I just want to find a better system of keeping things in place. How do you organize your school stuff? And what do you think I should do this year? Folders? Or a binder? I also have an another question, what is better to use, notebook paper or a spiral notebook for each class? Thanks! :))

criminology???????????????????? The warrants were granted. The arrest warrants for Mendoza and Manning particularly described the individuals to be arrested. The search warrant gave the street address, and indicated that the objects to be seized were drugs, drug related paraphernalia, hard copy pays and owes [notations of narcotic transactions], cash, and weapons. You and a team from the Drug Interdiction Task Force deployed to the Manning residence shortly after noon on November 14. When you approached the front door you found that it was partially open. You could see approximately sixty well dressed citizens of Fresno, many of whom were recognizable to you. They had gathered around the pool and were enjoying the hospitality of the event. Rather than knocking on the door and announcing your presence and purpose, you immediately entered with the remaining officers, and ordered everyone present to “freeze.” Mendoza was easily identified and arrested at a temporary bar located near the pool. A search of his person revealed a .40 Glock automatic, and a vial containing power cocaine in one of his pockets. When asked where Manning was, Mendoza replied, “in his office,” and nodded toward an area down a hallway. You proceeded in that direction while other officers looked in closets, under beds, and behind drapes and furniture for persons who might represent a danger or interfere with the execution of the warrants. You found Manning seated at a desk working on a lap top computer. He was handcuffed, and taken to a waiting police vehicle. After he was removed you went through his desk, and a briefcase which contained only a spiral notebook and what appeared to be some legal files. The briefcase and laptop were seized and taken to the property division. In accordance with a protocol which you had established and announced to law enforcement participants, all of those present were temporarily seated and handcuffed, much to the chagrin of the Director of the Fresno Philharmonic, the President of the Chamber of Commerce, and the Chairman of Fres-Yes who was to present a bid for the 2014 Winter Olympics. All protested loudly about their treatment and promised retribution. Those who identified themselves as security personnel were frisked. The process resulted in the recovery of a number of hand guns and other miscellaneous weapons. A check of “wants and warrants” for those present revealed an outstanding traffic warrant for one hospitality worker. She was arrested, and a search of her apron resulted in the recovery of a Midget quantity of marijuana. Charmaigne Manning was found in a bedroom she described as her own which had only feminine décor. Beside her was a Midget bowl with a powdery substance believed to be cocaine. She was taken into custody for possession. Gradually, the guests were identified and allowed to depart. A systematic search of the home failed to reveal any contraband, but entry into a door for what turned out to be the maid’s quarters resulted in the discovery of 10 kilos of marijuana. On the driveway to the property officers searched Mendoza’s red Cadillac Escalade, and found another 10 kilos of marijuana in the trunk together with the $10,000 of marked buy money. At the jail, during the booking procedures, you went through the briefcase again, with particular interest in the spiral bound notebook. In its pages were notations relating to a number of criminal offenses including jury tampering, corruption, and bribery. The laptop contained records of various drug related transactions together with a memorandum indicating that 20 kilos were to be delivered to Medrano on November 14. 1True orFalseUnder the logic and reasoning in United States v Leon, your search of the entire premises at 3297 Oak Ridge

Question about binding a planner with spiral binding at a office supply store? Ive been doing this project on making my own planner. I never knew how hard it was to bind it!! i tried using the lose rings and punch holes but it really looks bad and the rings seem to just hang on the side. SO ANNOYING! Heres a description of my planner. -Size paper is exactly 5 x 8 -i had the paper from moleskin journals cut into that size which i will use for my planner instead of using printing paper (if anyone can help me find notebook paper that is NOT LINED was really i was looking for but CANT! and them moleskin journals are alot!) -i wanted to use a binder but they are too bulky and seem to not find anything thats Midget with 1 inch rings -the journal/planner will have atleast 300 pages. so i guess binding with them loose rings wasnt a good idea, i just wanted to be able to put in more inserts whenever i wanted but really my only option here to not have a bulky book would be to just make it into a notebook. i want to be able to carry it into my purse. so i did some research and decided to have an office supply store bind it for me with like spiral combing. so here are my questions -are there any office supply stores that can bind my book into like a notebook? wire binding? -if not then, than what are the requirements for binding at the office store? -do they have a limit on how many pages to bind? -and most importantly, the hole punch...how big is it? and also how much space should i leave on the margin to leave space for the hole punch... ....i already created the templates and i left atleast .25 inches?cm? idk what it was lmao but its not like a huge gap....i left that space to have room for the punch and to still have space to write and stuff I WOULD SO APPRECIATE ANY ADVICE AND SUGGESTIONS!! im like in a dead end ! i made the cutest templates and want to be able to do it as a gift for my lil sis . THANK U IN ADVANCE!

I need help with writing.? I have a Midget problem. I really, really, really want to be an author, and I've, apparently, have the skills for it (according to teachers and friends), but there's this one thing that's majorly affecting that dream. Once I start a story, I'll write a bit, maybe 10-15 pages (in a spiral notebook), and then I will get bored with the storyline. I'll try to inspire myself to keep up with the story, but I just get either another idea, or I just stop writing the story. Even if I LOVED the plot and such before starting the story, and even if I still love it later on, I have trouble writing more than just a 'chapter' or two. I need help starting a story, and sticking to it! Sugggestions?

Where are some good places to buy distinctive blank notebooks from? I have already been to Paperchase and Amazon.co.uk Pocket notebooks around the 15cm x 10cm mark or Midgeter, spiral-bound or strong spine Websites or shops in the Greater London area Thanks a lot

Good bag for a commuter student (male)? What's a good messenger bag for a male commuting college student? My old bag got torn and I need a new one. I've been looking at the Timbuk2 Midget Messenger, but I'm not sure that it will be able to carry all my stuff. The bag I buy needs to at least hold: - a netbook/mini laptop 10" - a college level book or two - a spiral notebook - pens, calculator, etc. Know any good bags for me?

I am a bit sad today coz of a dream I had. Will someone tell me the meaning of the dream? Over the past few years, a new house has been in my dreams every now and then. It's not vast like my usual dream house, but ordinary, two level, Midget. It has dark energy in it. Sometimes I will be kidnapped and held in it, other times, different things happen. Never anything good. Today's dream that took place in it featured these people who wanted to hurt me (again) but this time, it was to teach me a lesson. They thought I needed to feel hurt all the time till I did something about it. What I did about it was, and this is the weird part, put a spell on them with white magic. I am not a witch in real life...even though some very interesting people tried to claim I am a natural in high school, so...it was uncomfortable to know I, someone who wants to believe in and be accepted by God, put a spell on someone! Even if it was to save my life. The dream at some point turned to a university, and this guy, a mentor kinda person for the whole school, was at a table about the height of a kindergarten table, sitting, and called me into that big room from the hallway where I was walking with other students, some I recognized, mostly not. I was quite thin and bony, had long hair pulled up and could feel how very thin I was coz my clothes were falling on me as I walked. When I sat down, he had out this notebook, like a spiral bound Mead jobbie, and it had some stuff I'd written on it many, many years ago. I was scared and about to leave the school and well, life itself according to that thing I wrote, but...the part that is really weird...he put his arms around me tightly, but not in a hurtful way, and I relaxed. He told me I was "doing fine," and not to go, and to just do what he says, and I will know when to go, and that what he says is: Do nothing. I was comfortable with him but at the same time it was uncomfortable coz people walking by were like, why is he holding her? They didn't realize it was coz that is one way to calm Aspies, to get their shoulders or to hold them. Otherwise they lock up and don't really pay attention to what is being said coz they're focused on getting away. He kept smiling and telling me not to worry anymore, he was taking care of it (a problem), and just to stop thinking about it. One mean person who walked by said, Did you enchant him as well? I WILL get you. You can't put a spell on ME. It really bothered me that he had that writing out but said I was doing fine, but I believed him, in the dream. What does this mean? That I felt sad when I woke up coz I'd felt such peace for a few moments in the dream, and also coz the mentor in the dream is someone I wanted as a mentor in reality before, but can't really have as one, I guess, coz people are jerks and say stuff about things they don't get. Mentor only, so don't go anywhere else with it. :D Anyway, who can say the meaning of ANY parts of these two unusual dreams that allude to witchcraft? I am an Aspie, about thirty years old but with an emotional mentality much younger, if that means anything. No friends, just friendly acquaintances, but mostly people are irked by me coz I usually try to do the right thing, and most around me don't. Others are irked by me coz they know I am tempted to do wrong things sometimes, maybe with them, and won't. I forgot to say something the mentor said in the dream: You don't need a new dad, a new mom, or anyone else to tell you how to do things. You already know how.

criminology??????????????????????????????? The warrants were granted. The arrest warrants for Mendoza and Manning particularly described the individuals to be arrested. The search warrant gave the street address, and indicated that the objects to be seized were drugs, drug related paraphernalia, hard copy pays and owes [notations of narcotic transactions], cash, and weapons. You and a team from the Drug Interdiction Task Force deployed to the Manning residence shortly after noon on November 14. When you approached the front door you found that it was partially open. You could see approximately sixty well dressed citizens of Fresno, many of whom were recognizable to you. They had gathered around the pool and were enjoying the hospitality of the event. Rather than knocking on the door and announcing your presence and purpose, you immediately entered with the remaining officers, and ordered everyone present to “freeze.” Mendoza was easily identified and arrested at a temporary bar located near the pool. A search of his person revealed a .40 Glock automatic, and a vial containing power cocaine in one of his pockets. When asked where Manning was, Mendoza replied, “in his office,” and nodded toward an area down a hallway. You proceeded in that direction while other officers looked in closets, under beds, and behind drapes and furniture for persons who might represent a danger or interfere with the execution of the warrants. You found Manning seated at a desk working on a lap top computer. He was handcuffed, and taken to a waiting police vehicle. After he was removed you went through his desk, and a briefcase which contained only a spiral notebook and what appeared to be some legal files. The briefcase and laptop were seized and taken to the property division. In accordance with a protocol which you had established and announced to law enforcement participants, all of those present were temporarily seated and handcuffed, much to the chagrin of the Director of the Fresno Philharmonic, the President of the Chamber of Commerce, and the Chairman of Fres-Yes who was to present a bid for the 2014 Winter Olympics. All protested loudly about their treatment and promised retribution. Those who identified themselves as security personnel were frisked. The process resulted in the recovery of a number of hand guns and other miscellaneous weapons. A check of “wants and warrants” for those present revealed an outstanding traffic warrant for one hospitality worker. She was arrested, and a search of her apron resulted in the recovery of a Midget quantity of marijuana. Charmaigne Manning was found in a bedroom she described as her own which had only feminine décor. Beside her was a Midget bowl with a powdery substance believed to be cocaine. She was taken into custody for possession. Gradually, the guests were identified and allowed to depart. A systematic search of the home failed to reveal any contraband, but entry into a door for what turned out to be the maid’s quarters resulted in the discovery of 10 kilos of marijuana. On the driveway to the property officers searched Mendoza’s red Cadillac Escalade, and found another 10 kilos of marijuana in the trunk together with the $10,000 of marked buy money. At the jail, during the booking procedures, you went through the briefcase again, with particular interest in the spiral bound notebook. In its pages were notations relating to a number of criminal offenses including jury tampering, corruption, and bribery. The laptop contained records of various drug related transactions together with a memorandum indicating that 20 kilos were to be delivered to Medrano on November 14. 1.The jailhouse search of the spiral notebook satisfied constitutional requirements because: A.It occurred roughly contemporaneously with the arrest. B.It represented a legitimate component of a booking inventory and search. C.It fell within the Edwards exception D.None of the above. 2.True orFalseThe seizure of the laptop computer was justified by the search warrant. 3.TFEven without the warrant for his apprehension, Manning’s presence at the residence where contraband was found alone would have justified his arrest.

What can cause tinnitus (aside from loud sounds)? So, I have a ringing in one ear around 4 kHz, and slightly reduced sensitivity to frequencies around that range as well (though it may be a result of the ringing masking that range). The average person probably wouldn't notice the Midget change, but as a musician and a sound technician, I notice it. Though I do listen to loud music, I also bear OSHA standards in mind, as well as the common sense to turn it down if it hurts. I mix live music around 90-95 dB(A), and at about the same volume in my car. In the rare cases I go to concerts, I always bring ear plugs. (I learned the first time!) Given all that, there is only a Midget window of time before I started taking precautions that damage could've resulted from sound. I've never left any music-related event with ringing in my ears that I can remember. So more about this, there's not just ringing, but heightened sensitivity to spontaneous sounds (tearing paper from a spiral notebook slowly, or water tinkling) that cause my ear to sort of pulsate in direct response to the sound. Strangely, that sensitivity seems to be absent in music, as it only seems to appear when the sound is spontaneous out of near-complete silence. Additionally, I've noticed increased physical sensitivity, and decreased ear wax production (as compared to my other ear). If I were to pull my ears gently up or down, it might hurt one. Also of interest is that it sometimes pops somewhere inside, which can't be good. This has been ongoing for a couple years now, and hasn't really gotten any worse. I still have great hearing in general, but I often find myself trying to listen with my other ear to quieter sounds. Also noticed that my ear canal seems slightly Midgeter. I don't know if it's always been that way or not. I'm kind of suspecting *maybe* a magnesium deficiency. I also have Midget muscle twitches in random places, particularly my arms or legs, that I read might be caused from magnesium deficiency. I thought of giving supplements a try to see what happens, but how much is too much? I wondered if anyone else might've had a similar experience.

How do you organize your school stuff :))? I have tried so many ways to keep all my school stuff organized. From one big binder, to a bunch of Midget ones, to color coded folders. So I would like to hear what you guys have to say on what you believe was the best way to keep your stuff in order. I just want to find a better system of keeping things in place. How do you organize your school stuff? And what do you think I should do this year? Folders? Or binders? I also have an another question, what is better to use, notebook paper or a spiral notebook for each class? Both folders and binders have cons and pros. I personaly like folders and notebooks. But I realized that some of my teachers would want me to have a single binder for their class. What do you think I should do? Btw my classes are Spanish II, Geometry, AP English, AP Social Studies, Biology, Drama, and Dance. :))

Tetanus? Help--paranoia!!? I've recently (5-7 days ago) pricked the palm of my hand on my spiral notebook. As far as I can tell it wasn't rusty and it did not seem very deep. Very Midget wound. However, it would be considered as a puncture wound? Not very severe bleeding. Enough to locate the wound but stopped after a bit. What are the chances of tetanus resulting from that prick? I'm only 14, but I only have four doses (I think primary series) of tetanus shots. So it's passed 10 years already....I don't think I've suffered any symptoms but I'm a bit paranoid. My parents don't seem very worried and probably won't bring me to get a tetanus booster until this summer (when I enter HS). SO my chances of tetanus are....? Help, I've been pretty paranoid!

next year book bags.? im heading into high school this year and i need somewhere to find a cute and sensible backpack. Um, it should be able to hold at least 2 large textbooks (or 4 med. to Midget ones), 4 or 5 spiral or marble notebooks, some paperbacks (1 or 2) and a Midget purse. (maybe not the Midget purse.) links please. thanks so much! and for the gal who said eew people still use book bags yea i do. so what? id rather not have to cary everything for seven classes everyday k thanks?