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Did you just get a new cell phone? Are you wondering what to do with the old one? Rather than adding it to your growing collection of unwanted mobile phones, recycle it!

In 2007, approximately 14 million Americans recycled their used cell phones. Today, donating or recycling cell phones, PDAs, chargers, and batteries has never been easier.

Donating your working cell phone or PDA can benefit your community. When cell phones and accessories are in good working order, some programs donate them to worthy charities or sell them at a discount to those in need.

Recycling cell phones helps the environment by saving energy and keeping usable materials out of landfills. Cell phones and PDAs are made of precious metals, copper, and plastics-all of which require energy to mine and manufacture. Recycling conserves these materials so they can be turned into new products.

Recycle Your Cell 

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Where Can I Turn in My Cell Phone for Donation or Recycling?

Cell phone collection programs can be accessed from almost everywhere in the US. Many organizations, such as cell phone manufacturers, retailers, network carriers, charities, and state or local solid waste programs offer cell phone donation and recycling programs.

Drop It Off

Drop off your old cell phone, PDA, cell phone batteries, chargers, or other accessories at one of the retailers or service providers below. Visit the links for detailed drop-off and collection event information.

Mail It In

Mail in your old cell phone, PDA, cell phone batteries, chargers, or other accessories at one of the retailers or service providers below. Visit the links for detailed drop-off and collection event information.

Ever wonder how to get rid of your old cell phones? I know mine just sit around catching dust. Here is some real helpful info, I didn't even know you can drop off your old cell phones at Best Buy, crazy! 

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The short stomp to Miharashii leaves the crowds behind. Rasping breath, crunching snow, followed by the wind in the branches of a withered silver birch tree. The Japanese pop is fading into a distant, tinny rattle. The chirpy Japanese announcement as the gondola approaches, carries across the slope. Mamonaku shuten desu... I zip my jacket and click into my skis. The weave of my pole straps rubs across my gloves, and then I whump up and down. Jon is just starting to walk. He looks up to me and silently says go ahead.

I am between the family course and the Gondola. The chirpy Japanese girl has faded away, the music blaring over the piste is lost here, just a straining ear away. I hear the rumples of my jacket, the soft purr of fresh snow. Behind me the chirping, pinging ski slope is awash with New Year skiers, instructors barking at students in abrupt Japanese syllables. The low whine of a ski patrol snow mobile stops suddenly. Two more turns and I slide into silence. The sun appears as if waiting for everyone to shut up before joining the conversation, only to say nothing. My breath is sharp. The creak of my boots as I stretch, the awkward crack of my leather gloves when I flex my hands. No one is here. I choose my line and start a song in my head. My head bobs to the invisible tune and my knees start to bend. I am moving fast by the time the guitar starts and I have left the spontaneous whoosh of turns in between the knuckled, bare trees, the cloud and sound falling as I press on.

The last turns through the copse are exhilarating. I stop at the end of the run and look at the line, a treble clef dotted by trees, and wonder where the sound has gone. The blaring wind and shuddered breathing, a powder yelp somewhere near the first mushroom, left behind, hanging in the air, only to fall away like the settling powder.

Now it is silent. Maybe Jon will run into them on his way down. Maybe he will start his turns and rush head first through my breathless run.

I pole onto the family course and slice from silence to sound. The gondola is surrounded by shuttle buses and bilingual announcements about lift operations. I can hear the instructors, the ping, crowds. From sound to silence and back again.

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"EN EL LIBRO 'THIS I BELIVE' HOMBRES Y MUJERES FAMOSOS COMPARTEN SUS FILOSOFIAS COMENZANDO CON LA FRASE "CREO' ...ASI QUE ME PREGUNTO, QUE ES LO QUE YO CREO? QUE ES IMPORTANTE PARA MI? PUEDE QUE SEA EL AMOR DE FAMILIARES Y AMIGOS O EL ORGULLO QUE SIENTO POR EL LUGAR DONDE VIVO O EL TRABAJO QUE DESEMPENO.

AUNQUE MUCHAS COSAS SON IMPORTANTES PARA MI, LO MAS PRECIADO ES MI FE EN EL PODER Y LA PRESENCIA DE DIOS. ESTA FE ES LA BASE DE MI VIDA.

ES EL LUGAR DONDE COMIENZO Y TERMINO CADA DIA. CIERRO LOS OJOS PARA ORAR, RESPIRO PROFUNDAMENTE Y DESCANSO EN UNA CONCIENCIA DE LA PRESENCIA DE DIOS.

EN ESTA UNIDAD CON MI CREADOR, SIENTO ALIVIO, FORTALEZA, PODER Y VIDA NUEVA. CREO EN LA PRESENCIA DE DIOS EN MI. ESTOY EN PAZ."

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Abbotsford, British Columbia police are searching for a man who assaulted a Starbucks barista after she told him they were out of cream.

Const. Ian MacDonald told The Abbotsford Times that the suspect, a Caucasian man in his 40s, ordered a coffee and began screaming upon being told the coffee shop was out of cream. The man then threw water in the barista's face and stormed out of the store.

MacDonald told The Times that the barista involved was frightened and shaken by the incident. Based on the severity of the suspect's reaction to a simple inconvenience, the police are acting quickly and have tracked the suspect's license plate to a Vancouver Island address.

This incident comes on the heels of another Starbucks altercation in Austin last Saturday, which involved a woman ramming other cars with her own, both on her way in and out of the coffee shop. In April, two police officers were injured when a group of anarchists tried to smash the windows of a New York City Starbucks. Included in this roster of bizarre Starbucks freak-outs, this January, a man did $1000-worth of damage to a Florida Starbucks location in a rage-filled attack with a hammer. Perhaps we've all had enough coffee, for today.

I WANT MORE CREAM!

Via: Huffpost 

Satanist Pushes Girlfriend Out of SUV

WEIRD SHIT

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Yvonne Craig (Batgirl) reading Detective Comics #359 cira 1967.

I love this!

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Harvey used to be a fighting dog. His ears torn from battles he was forced into. He flinches when you talk too loud around him. He gets so excited when you prepare his food, as in disbelief that he’s actually going to eat this many days in a row and when you put the food down he kisses you in gratitude. He’s afraid of thunder, soda cans, the TV and when baby Nick Fury meows when he’s hungry. When we first picked up Harvey from the pound half of his face was missing and he was severely underweight.Now he’s a kitten baby sitter.

GOD BLESS 

HARVEY 

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With all the focus this week on Wisconsin and what happened with their recent recall of Republican Governor Scott Walker, I thought now is the perfect time to reflect and think about our own future here in Indiana.

Let's start with our own Gov. Mitch Daniels and his word. Now you guys all know the story. First Mitch isn't going to go after Right to Work then he get re-elected then the next thing you know; oh look at that for the second time in our states history we are right to work....again.

 But alas the fight isn't over, no we can't recall our Gov., but we have a new side show attraction joing the circus that is the Indiana Republican party. Current U.S. Congressman Mike Pence, while he is not a newcomer to the party he is fresh on the scene as the Tea Party Gov. canidate. And here you guys thought Mitch was a right wing nut job. Wait everyone gets a look at what Pence is all about. Follow this link to see how RTW was just the tip of the iceberg!

www.PencePlan.com

Republican Governors

Greek Tragedy or Love story?

YES. 

It's Friday, watch where your going. 

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