<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:06:17.295-05:00</updated><category term='pirates'/><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='technology'/><category term='suburbia'/><category term='funny'/><category term='ohio'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='The skinny'/><category term='random crappe'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='life/ppp'/><category term='poker'/><category term='funny sheet'/><category term='illustrator'/><category term='videos'/><category term='music'/><category term='my peeps'/><category term='school'/><category term='blog'/><category term='prop bet'/><category term='gambool'/><category term='life'/><category term='life family'/><category term='deep thought'/><category term='ppp'/><category term='lightwave 3d'/><category term='travel'/><category term='things i heart'/><category term='not a ppp'/><category term='lolorz'/><category term='charity'/><category term='tha pokers'/><category term='family'/><category term='design 3d'/><category term='fun'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='work'/><category term='pissed the eff off'/><category term='my chicks'/><category term='recipie'/><category term='web design'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>T's Spot</title><subtitle type='html'>A little spot to talk about all the things I love and hate</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>377</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8751889152666773998</id><published>2008-09-17T14:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:25:08.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>new is good...</title><content type='html'>T's Spot has a&lt;a href="http://spotoft.com/?feed=rss2"&gt; new spot&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8751889152666773998?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8751889152666773998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8751889152666773998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8751889152666773998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8751889152666773998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-is-good.html' title='new is good...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8814437670441601799</id><published>2008-09-03T08:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:43:54.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>retardedness...</title><content type='html'>No, it isn't a word, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=retardedness"&gt;but it should be&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is rare I "go serious" on my blog, although I'm sure you are all aware of my political beliefs and that I am passionate about many serious issues.  Every once in a great while though, I become annoyed by something that will continue to poke at my brain till I let it out, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started Monday when I was lounging at my pool with two of my girlfriends, both of whom have not grown out of their "I went to church when I was a kid so I'm a Republican" stage.  It is amusing to me when they bring up politics.  I've tried in the past to share my views and beliefs, but it didn't take long for me to realize it was a waste of breath and effort and decided to use such times as comedy relief instead of sharing my wealth of knowledge (yes, I'm being &lt;a href="http://sarchasm.net/"&gt;sarchasm&lt;/a&gt;ic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to ask questions instead of give facts, this way my amusement is fulfilled,  they feel they've "told me how it is" and it's all put to rest with a quickness.  Monday I asked "...but really, what has Obama done to piss you off anyhow?  I mean, other than being born black..."  Their answer?  The man didn't salute when the national anthem was played and of course ANY AMERICAN that speaks badly about the President OR his policies is unpatriotic and has no business holding any type of public office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country First, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert ironic laughter here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I received an email that I promptly deleted - as I did not want to puke on my keyboard at work.  It was some type of right wing spam telling people how LIVID they should be because Obama repainted his plane - removing the American flag off of the tail wing and replacing it with his campaign logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the person re-send it to me so I could share - take a close look if you're into that sort of thing.  I think the "Obama lover" reference is especially racis... I mean retro dontchathink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6LodBI1XI/AAAAAAAAGJc/_rIhWTAmE7g/s1600-h/twhite13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6LodBI1XI/AAAAAAAAGJc/_rIhWTAmE7g/s320/twhite13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241780543406265714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6Lv74NyqI/AAAAAAAAGJk/nz0D7wH8l9Q/s1600-h/twhite15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6Lv74NyqI/AAAAAAAAGJk/nz0D7wH8l9Q/s320/twhite15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241780671949425314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6MFTMORII/AAAAAAAAGJs/zcX87iaVp5E/s1600-h/twhite16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6MFTMORII/AAAAAAAAGJs/zcX87iaVp5E/s320/twhite16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241781038984610946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what kills me - our country is wallowing in debt, poverty, crime, racism, violence, war, drugs, inadequate education, bankruptcy, unemployment, death of the middle class, OIL prices - just to name a few - and the only thing on the minds of some people is what Obama painted on the ass of his plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those people I say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buying my burka today, a green one to accent my eyes, cause when we have our first Muslim president in January, he's probably going to make us wear it anyhow. You know me, always ahead of the game!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one last thing.  I &amp;lt;3 posts with the words "&lt;a href="http://sethchromick.com/190/sarah-palins-daughters-love-child-hilarious/"&gt;loves the cock&lt;/a&gt;" in them, and so should you.  You can thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6PPLzIYoI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/uQ6oN-dHJHo/s1600-h/twhite17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6PPLzIYoI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/uQ6oN-dHJHo/s320/twhite17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241784507333894786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8814437670441601799?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8814437670441601799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8814437670441601799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8814437670441601799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8814437670441601799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/09/retardedness.html' title='retardedness...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6LodBI1XI/AAAAAAAAGJc/_rIhWTAmE7g/s72-c/twhite13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-2045878901608330165</id><published>2008-08-28T09:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:27:41.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my peeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>so much to say...</title><content type='html'>I feel all backed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had all sorts of fun things to blog about on Tuesday and had decided that as soon as I finished my ESRT (I know, just go with me here) I would start writing - when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*enter the annoying noise from space odyssey 2000- beep beep*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, it was just like that POOF goes the power in the building that supports all the websites for an international company that knows all sorts of things about you that you pry don't want them to know, pry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did we do?  We talked!  Heaven forbid... we dispersed from our cubiciles (I'm aware I spelled  that incorrectly, work with me here) and actually talked to each other.  Reality brought me back to my cubicile when I realized I can only talk about free ps3 games, Star Wars and open source software for so long - and decided it was time to do some house cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how purdy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SLaxmAxEetI/AAAAAAAAGIs/UjJ_TbjlAn0/s1600-h/0826080945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SLaxmAxEetI/AAAAAAAAGIs/UjJ_TbjlAn0/s200/0826080945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239570483091110610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SLaxr8QxWkI/AAAAAAAAGI0/2icY7oBuCps/s1600-h/0826080948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SLaxr8QxWkI/AAAAAAAAGI0/2icY7oBuCps/s200/0826080948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239570584961112642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that became mundane after awhile and I decided it was time to go across the street to the mall.  Unfortunately, it would be inappropriate to post any pictures of what I purchased there... but I can tell you I got a Chick-Fil-A sammich with a Diet Dr. Pepper and it was DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when I came to work I had this in my email... I found it rather humorous, and if you don't, let it rest in your little brain for a bit until you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SLax7ZJUS4I/AAAAAAAAGI8/NIpBROlucKM/s1600-h/twhite03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SLax7ZJUS4I/AAAAAAAAGI8/NIpBROlucKM/s320/twhite03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239570850412514178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEXT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was also Maya's first day of 4th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH GRADE, bitches.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeebus I'm old.  I swear it seems like yesterday I was in the 4th grade, with short permed hair, crooked teeth, and the keenest fashion sense around. (obv)  I didn't get to see her off on the bus, and I'm still waiting for Uncle Scott to supply those photos (hint,hint), but I did get to wake her up  by singing goofy, made-up songs that made her laugh and say "STOP IT MOM - YOU'RE SUCH A DORK", right on, mission completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little worried about what she would pick out to wear cause shes been on this "fancy yet tacky" kick lately (she takes after momz), but she did good, looked adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out... I find it HILARIOUS and I can't help but call him Dr. Balsy (Ball-zee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thenextwave.biz/tnw/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/blasy-ad.jpg" style="max-width: 800px; width: 248px; height: 343px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thenextwave.biz/tnw/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/find-the-doctor-ad.jpg" style="max-width: 800px; width: 246px; height: 341px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I find a doctor like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about dem dems?  For any of you who may have missed it (and I haven't watched JB's speech yet) this speech is a must watch, and my &lt;a href="http://esrati.com/?p=997"&gt;favorite speech of the DNC&lt;/a&gt; so far - and from a Buckeye no less.  Michelle's was OK, I didn't agree that it rivaled Barack's speech at the last DNC, but she did look pretty hot in that green dress... go get 'em Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEXT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of buckeyes... do you know what Saturday is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oPiBSktp6M"&gt;Hang on Sloopy, hang on&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-2045878901608330165?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/2045878901608330165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=2045878901608330165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2045878901608330165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2045878901608330165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-much-to-say.html' title='so much to say...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SLaxmAxEetI/AAAAAAAAGIs/UjJ_TbjlAn0/s72-c/0826080945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-917619964494782261</id><published>2008-08-19T07:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:28:11.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tha pokers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>summary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I went to Atlantic City -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;met some new friends/money &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost some old friends/money &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played some poker, not on tha internets &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drank New Jersey's entire supply of Captain Morgans (which they have little Rum Guns for, omg I want one) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to hear Lilly's laugh for a week straight - Lilly has an awesome laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/0806082328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/0806082328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Poison concert-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was the DD - I am an awesome DD, who knew.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had two girls pee on my foot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I averted a fist fight with a 13 year old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had 5 beers spilled on misc parts of my body&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sebastian Bach &amp;gt; Bret Michaels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't look half bad in a dew rag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SKq_j8CKkfI/AAAAAAAAGH8/IU7TYLZfEFU/s1600-h/DSC02556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SKq_j8CKkfI/AAAAAAAAGH8/IU7TYLZfEFU/s400/DSC02556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236208140903158258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-917619964494782261?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/917619964494782261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=917619964494782261&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/917619964494782261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/917619964494782261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/08/summary.html' title='summary...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SKq_j8CKkfI/AAAAAAAAGH8/IU7TYLZfEFU/s72-c/DSC02556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8812266431051569825</id><published>2008-08-16T10:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:48:51.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>when i was 12ish...</title><content type='html'>I went to my first concert.  I remember it clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BX8_cc7Q6zM"&gt;Dokken&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JJXy2pKy7A"&gt;Slaughter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4qVJnhZwWY"&gt;Poison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fucking line up.  This was almost 20 years ago, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had big hair - my bangs were so high and hard my brother used to tease me and say it was how they invented &lt;a href="http://www.gardenweasel.com/"&gt;the claw&lt;/a&gt;... I fell down, went boom and our garden was cultivated.  I wore a black silk shirt with multi-colored polka dots and black jeans, hot - I know.  I remember being hit on by multiple men that would be arrested for even looking at me, and at one point walking out of the "mosh pit" with my shirt completely unbuttoned (never did figure that one out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow - to the point of this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a walk back in time.  I am going to &lt;a href="http://www.riverbend.org/"&gt;Riverbend&lt;/a&gt; to see Poison in concert with the same person I went to see them with 20 years ago (Heather).  They are playing with Dokken, and Sebastian Bach - for those of you that dont remember Sebastian, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGhlUzzib6c"&gt;here is a welcomed reminder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times people, good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8812266431051569825?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8812266431051569825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8812266431051569825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8812266431051569825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8812266431051569825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-was-12ish.html' title='when i was 12ish...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4472170363399597846</id><published>2008-07-30T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:28:54.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>light the night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;On September 25th I will be taking part in a fundraiser for  called &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.lightthenight.org/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Light the Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.leukemia-lymphoma.org/hm_lls"&gt;The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I want from you??  I want you to go to my &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.active.com/donate/ltnCincin/2393_teresalea"&gt;nifty little website&lt;/a&gt; and donate some green backs, or better yet, go &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.lightthenight.org/"&gt;register to walk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your town and raise even more money!!  If you're lucky enough to&lt;br /&gt;live near me, our walk leaves from the Fraze Pavilion at 7:30pm&lt;br /&gt;(registration starts at 5:30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, will be walking in honor of &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.styxbowl.com/jill/jill_article.htm"&gt;Jill Sabsevitz&lt;/a&gt; - and everything I raise will be donated in her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;GO DONATE, or holler at me with some ridiculous prop bet that you will&lt;br /&gt;most certainly lose if that's your style... you know I can't turn down&lt;br /&gt;a good bet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4472170363399597846?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4472170363399597846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4472170363399597846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4472170363399597846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4472170363399597846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-night.html' title='light the night...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-2594050486380047692</id><published>2008-07-25T09:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:29:24.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>details...</title><content type='html'>I had promised details about my awesome job and never delivered.  What can I say, I just liked the suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the job.  For my career I see myself doing something much more creative than what I am required to do here.  Everything we do has to conform to "standards", but since I've  never done anything like this, the structure is a perfect environment for learning the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do like is the attention to detail and good web practices our department has insisted the company adopt as part of their standards.  A LOT of the work I do is converting old sites into more current, clean and web friendly code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have NO idea what I'm talking about, I'll give you a little example, I took this code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;.table align="center" width="100%" class="tableBorderLIGHT".&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;_tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;.td align="center" style="padding-left:10px;"&gt;&lt;_a href="ME_CaseLaw.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages"&gt;Case Law&lt;_/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;_/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;_td align="center"&gt;&lt;_a href="ME_statutes.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages"&gt;Statutes&lt;_/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;_td align="center"&gt;&lt;_a href="ME_courtrules.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages"&gt;Court Rules&lt;_/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;_/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;_td align="center"&gt;&lt;_a href="ME_Admin.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages"&gt;Admin. Materials&lt;_/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;_/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;_/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the code for the RED navigation in this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SInhh1TinOI/AAAAAAAAF6g/8PsNHiElg7I/s1600-h/pfbefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SInhh1TinOI/AAAAAAAAF6g/8PsNHiElg7I/s320/pfbefore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226956813901143266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I changed that code to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_table class="top_tablewidth"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_td class="toplink"&gt;&lt;_a href="ME_CaseLaw.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages"&gt;Case Law&lt;_/a&gt;&lt;_/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_td class="toplink"&gt;&lt;_a href="ME_statutes.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages"&gt;Statutes&lt;_/a&gt;&lt;_/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_td class="toplink"&gt;&lt;_a href="ME_courtrules.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages"&gt;Court Rules&lt;_/a&gt;&lt;_/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_td class="toplink"&gt;&lt;_a href="ME_Admin.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages"&gt;Admin. Materials&lt;_/a&gt;&lt;_/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made it look like this visually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SInhpOdpM3I/AAAAAAAAF6o/k4JKFN7aoFE/s1600-h/pfafter+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SInhpOdpM3I/AAAAAAAAF6o/k4JKFN7aoFE/s320/pfafter+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226956940913488754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SInhzgpmHUI/AAAAAAAAF6w/IpJXlGVrxIQ/s1600-h/pfwelcome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SInhzgpmHUI/AAAAAAAAF6w/IpJXlGVrxIQ/s200/pfwelcome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226957117594148162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of changes, but it looks better and fits into our web standards.  This particular site had 25 pages I had to make changes to.  I also made it all uniform, so the spaces between the forms were even on every page and lined up, and also made a welcome page (that you see here on the right) that logs the users by last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it!  That is what I do all day, and I love it... for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in a little cubical that is about 10x10 and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SIniQUd5SeI/AAAAAAAAF64/wUsVDCrblDo/s1600-h/ricetreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SIniQUd5SeI/AAAAAAAAF64/wUsVDCrblDo/s200/ricetreat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226957612540053986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;_offtopic&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE JUST BROUGHT ME A PEANUT BUTTER RICE CRISPY TREAT THE SIZE OF TEXAS ON A BIG MAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_/offtopic&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dry erase board that I haven't written on yet, two CSS books I checked out from the library we have on the first floor, and a little drawer I keep some files in.  OOOOH and I have pushy pins, to hang random things up with.  I &lt;3 href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/content/berlinvideo/"&gt;watch this now&lt;/a&gt;.  Mega stud's that attract 200,000 Germans, here's to hoping he doesn't sell out to the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 12 more wake ups till I leave for Atlantic City... watch out Jersey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-2594050486380047692?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/2594050486380047692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=2594050486380047692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2594050486380047692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2594050486380047692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/07/details.html' title='details...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SInhh1TinOI/AAAAAAAAF6g/8PsNHiElg7I/s72-c/pfbefore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6841977517986344263</id><published>2008-07-24T12:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:29:54.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web design'/><title type='text'>mac's aren't so bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Especially when &lt;a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-things.html#comments"&gt;they leave comments on my bloggo&lt;/a&gt; telling me about new Firefox plug-ins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Firefox plug-ins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a test of the &lt;a href="http://www.scribefire.com/"&gt;Scribefire&lt;/a&gt;.  Looks like I can link with no issues, in face it automatically plugs in the last URL I visited.  Mac said I can drag and drop photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///D:/Documents%20and%20Settings/whitetl/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/01367_orangyart_1280x1024.jpg" /&gt;It did work, but when I went to post I think my work's security settings are blocking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a lot of editing options, including giving you access to your old posts if you wanted to change a post.  You can also add multiple blogs to blog to, &lt;strike&gt;and look ZOOKS A STRIKE THRU!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely worth a shot to try out and see if it makes your life easier.  I like it because it doesn't look like I'm blogging at work when I'm blogging at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That deserves a Holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little secret for &lt;a href="http://www.snow-blind.net"&gt;Mac&lt;/a&gt;, since he was so nice to share this plug-in with me, I'm switching to Wordpress, I should be up and running at www.spotoft.com by the end of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6841977517986344263?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6841977517986344263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6841977517986344263&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6841977517986344263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6841977517986344263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/07/mac-aren-so-bad.html' title='mac&amp;#39;s aren&amp;#39;t so bad...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-466034367599888151</id><published>2008-07-23T14:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:30:46.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i heart'/><title type='text'>beautiful things...</title><content type='html'>I've been in a bit of a "mood" the past few days.  Ya, so maybe it is PMS,  and maybe you're just all assholes and you didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like option 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoodles - I just did something that put me in a ridiculously fabulous mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started by wanting to update my Google Reader.  As you've  probably all guessed, I haven't been reading your blogs... I mean if I don't have time to post, I'm not reading any either (just bein' real peeps, bein' rizzle).  I still have lotsa &lt;3 for you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted 90% of the blogs on my Reader because, as Luda would say, I really don't give a fuck.  I added a couple too tho, so all hope isn't lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Reader update turned into Firefox plug ins, Delicious bookmark updating, and finally something I had never used - iGoogle.  I can even post to my blog right on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SIeMu_theMI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/zttJoC2WSwU/s1600-h/twhite09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SIeMu_theMI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/zttJoC2WSwU/s320/twhite09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226300631590992066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I could cry.  But you can all still GFY (for the next few days anyhow).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-466034367599888151?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/466034367599888151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=466034367599888151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/466034367599888151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/466034367599888151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-things.html' title='beautiful things...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SIeMu_theMI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/zttJoC2WSwU/s72-c/twhite09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-7223628803317546527</id><published>2008-07-16T11:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:31:04.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>this is only a test...</title><content type='html'>... of the emergency 'whether or not I can blog from work' broadcast system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ONLY A TEST. (aka: my boss is at lunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm here, let me share with you the latest things that have made me laugh.  You can find them &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=holler"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=holler%20back%20girl"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things of note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;CSS kinda makes me wanna cry occasionally, but they are tears of joy. If only I could borrow Hrbek's brain from 8-5 M-F.  WHAT SAY YOU, HRBEK??***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is hard  to unpack when you have no where to put things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sheila is going to help me with the above this weekend, (shhh, it's a surprise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought I was over it, but NOPE, I still heart men over 40.  Wait a minute, I heart men under 40 too... hmmmm...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right now,  my left tricep is twitching.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday, poker, my place... is it in?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am never going to blog in complete sentences again, unordered lists are OBV the way to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;***So, since you're here already... I'm currently trying to clean up some sloppy HTML in tables with CSS, but I kinda suck at CSS and know  very little about it.  I've actually managed to get thru this whole site and replace almost all the crap with smaller crap (holler!).  But here's one I can't seem to figure out -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_table width="188px" border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even possible to create cellpadding and spacing in CSS?  If so, tell me how O WISE ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tables suck btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7223628803317546527?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/7223628803317546527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=7223628803317546527&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7223628803317546527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7223628803317546527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-only-test.html' title='this is only a test...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5309900495923564550</id><published>2008-07-01T05:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:52:40.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>the short of it...</title><content type='html'>I want to give you ALL the details, but considering that I started at 5am yesterday and went non-stop till 11pm (when I finally passed out), and that I have volleyball tonight (GO SETS ON THE BEACH!) idk when I'll actually get around to those details... so let's start with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new job rulzorz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have a gym&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have yoga classes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All I do all day is design websites and update/clean html and css code.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm the only girl web designer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I asked what time I had to be at work and here was the response I got "Anytime between 8 and 9... if you want to come in earlier, that's ok too." I LOL'd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's nice to be treated like a professional and an adult at the same time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was excited to get out of bed at 5am this morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Shower time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5309900495923564550?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5309900495923564550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5309900495923564550&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5309900495923564550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5309900495923564550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/07/short-of-it.html' title='the short of it...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8735894203135859398</id><published>2008-06-22T06:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:53:41.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suburbia'/><title type='text'>suburbia...</title><content type='html'>So this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of hours the movers will be here. and a couple of hours after that... I'll be a suburbian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn him all to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except when I'm layin' at the pool, then we should definitely make him a Margarita... just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: before I made the move, I made it a point to go to the Dollar General store and get 3 new pair of sunglasses.  The total cost?  $9.00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8735894203135859398?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8735894203135859398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8735894203135859398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8735894203135859398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8735894203135859398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/06/suburbia.html' title='suburbia...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-796529919938421161</id><published>2008-06-13T20:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:54:24.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>sunglasses...</title><content type='html'>I have this "thing" about sunglasses.  I never buy expensive ones... and by not expensive, I mean under $10.  They always seem to get ruined, somehow, some way.  I would go through, at least, 10 pair a year, so why spend a lot on them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the weirdest thing happened.  I went to Vegas to play in the WSOP, stopped in a little shop in the RIO right after I busted out, and bought these $5 Gucci fakes.  These sunglasses broke my curse, and began my "Grand Good Run for Sunglasses".   I held onto them for two years, along with a pair of polarized glasses I found at the Dollar General store for $3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I can never let a good thing lie, and I had to go and buy cute sunglasses off of Overstock.com this year.  They still weren't expensive, about $20 a pair, but they were name brand glasses that I got a deal on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my great Gucci fakes from Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run over the new brown pair with my car, the first day I wore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new black pair, I stepped on while I was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dollar General polarized glasses?  I set down next to my curling iron that just happened to be on.  I still wore them that day, and then left them at someones house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my faithful $2 back up from Target?  Crushed in my overnight bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all in a matter of 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this all mean?  I have no fucking clue.  What I do know is that I got my dream job this week.  I was chosen to take a co-op position with THE MAN as a Web Designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WEB DESIGNER.  WHO KNEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the return of the T?  What will happen on these sites?  Will she embed porn where no one can see?  Will she have AIM access?  Do they block FTP? Will the forum be blacklisted?  Will she start blogging again?  Has she lost her awesome sense of WIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions, and only one way to find out.   HOLLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  I put the good stuff at the end, cause only the people that love me will actually read all that crap to get to the good stuff!  You know who you are, and thanks for always being there. (See, give me a job and I turn into a fraking sap...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-796529919938421161?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/796529919938421161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=796529919938421161&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/796529919938421161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/796529919938421161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunglasses.html' title='sunglasses...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8199522497996908878</id><published>2008-04-17T06:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:56:41.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suburbia'/><title type='text'>for the love of...</title><content type='html'>I broke my toe, and it hurts like hell.  My girls were upstairs in the bath screaming like banchees (wtf is a banchee anyhow?) so I had to go up and set them straight.  On my way down I slipped with about 5 steps left and my foot went a-flying into my elliptical machine that sits at the bottom of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the result of the collision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0416082000.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/0416082000.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most exciting news of my week is that construction has started on my new home.  Next time I'm over I will be snapping some pics.  I had told my brother in law (Scott) that the only request I had was for my shower to have some sort of ledge in it for me to prop my foot on when I shave my legs.  In my parents house there is no ledge, and the stand up shower is quite small.  So... I have to take a shower and THEN go up to their bathtub and shave my legs.  My mom was over there Tuesday and the first thing in is my shower, and from what I hear it has TWO SEATS in it and I can't wait to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8199522497996908878?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8199522497996908878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8199522497996908878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8199522497996908878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8199522497996908878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-love-of.html' title='for the love of...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-211771837603794434</id><published>2008-04-02T11:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:31:47.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The skinny'/><title type='text'>so anyhoo...</title><content type='html'>I started back to school yesterday, my schedule is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R_OwQFHIn7I/AAAAAAAAFJ8/sYkMcQfnP_k/s1600-h/Tee26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R_OwQFHIn7I/AAAAAAAAFJ8/sYkMcQfnP_k/s320/Tee26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184681386330070962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad, the hardest part will be making an awesome flash final from last quarter.  I'm also sitting in on my professors class from 4-4:45 on Tues/Thurs until I'm done.  I would also like to find something to replace that online English class, as I think it will suck balls. NTTAWWT.  The beginning self defense class on Saturdays is actually Judo/Jiujitsu.  I am pretty excited about taking it, but considering the news that is coming next in this blog post, I may have to drop that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A JOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, calm down.   It isn't a spectacular job, or a job even remotely close to what I want to do.  But, the pay is good, and the hours are MWF, and allow me to still take my kids to school in the morning.  So, I took it.  I will be your friendly neighborhood dental office receptionist.  Right in the middle of the ghetto.  At least I'll have no shortage of hook up offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only catch to the job is that my BFF since the 6th grade not only will be working with me, but she will be my boss!  (see pics from previous post, that is whom I speak of)  I think it will be a good time.  Heather and I respect each other enough to know the boundaries... I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I'm off on an over night field trip with Maya to the Indianapolis Zoo.  We are sleeping over night in the dolphin habitat, and I'm not gonna lie, mama is excited.  There isn't much better than re-living your childhood thru your children!  (ya I know, stfu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to add on to this photo all month and keep forgetting.  I've only lost 10-15lbs since my last pic, but I wanted to do one last update until July 1st.  Holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is titled, "Where, O Where, Have My Boobles Gone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R_O5OFHIn9I/AAAAAAAAFKM/irBBIvf8py8/s1600-h/apr2nd2008+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R_O5OFHIn9I/AAAAAAAAFKM/irBBIvf8py8/s320/apr2nd2008+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184691247574982610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-211771837603794434?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/211771837603794434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=211771837603794434&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/211771837603794434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/211771837603794434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-anyhoo.html' title='so anyhoo...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R_OwQFHIn7I/AAAAAAAAFJ8/sYkMcQfnP_k/s72-c/Tee26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6002469727304699662</id><published>2008-03-25T07:11:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:59:41.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>dude...</title><content type='html'>I finished my quarter at school.  Well, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got an extension on my Flash final from my fantabulous professor (if there is a god, I hope she blesses that woman).  I did finish my Director final, and have it uploaded to my web server if you would like to check it out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;a href="http://www.teresalea.com/265_white_final.osx"&gt;an .osx file for the Mac goobers&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.teresalea.com/265_white_final.exe"&gt;an .exe file for the PC goobers&lt;/a&gt;.  Just FYI, this project was done on a Mac, and I noticed that the .exe file isn't quite right.  A few of the fonts (altho embedded into the .exe file) are completely fuckered.  So, don't be a hater and look at the fuckered fonts, just check out the interactivity.  One last thing, both of the files have a little quirk on the FTP ad, and Ima laugh when you all click on it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is an "easter egg" hidden in the program and when/if you find it, it features &lt;a href="http://heresthepartidontget.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huckles von Chuckles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Director final consisted of creating a digital, interactive magazine DVD.  I, of course, chose a poker magazine and here are some pics of my packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R-jyE1HIn2I/AAAAAAAAFJI/52-hgp4z_Hg/s1600-h/0321081457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R-jyE1HIn2I/AAAAAAAAFJI/52-hgp4z_Hg/s320/0321081457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181657536080158562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R-jyIlHIn3I/AAAAAAAAFJQ/dNwceY662-o/s1600-h/0321081458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R-jyIlHIn3I/AAAAAAAAFJQ/dNwceY662-o/s320/0321081458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181657600504668018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R-jyM1HIn4I/AAAAAAAAFJY/Sl3xqsXZrOM/s1600-h/0321081458a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R-jyM1HIn4I/AAAAAAAAFJY/Sl3xqsXZrOM/s320/0321081458a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181657673519112066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I worked on that for a week straight, then went out Friday night to a comedy club here called The Funnybone.  It was a good show with Tim Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoodles, this week is loaded with job hunting and catch up work, fun fun fun for everyone.  I finally got sick of looking at my hideous "T's Spot" graphic and took it down (if you hadn't noticed).  Hopefully I'll get something more design savvy up this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6002469727304699662?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6002469727304699662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6002469727304699662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6002469727304699662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6002469727304699662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/03/dude.html' title='dude...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R-jyE1HIn2I/AAAAAAAAFJI/52-hgp4z_Hg/s72-c/0321081457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8575865352927908291</id><published>2008-03-05T08:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:36:13.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The skinny'/><title type='text'>holy mcfucklesons!!!</title><content type='html'>That is such a great word, IS. IT. NOT?!  I hardly think any of you are prepared to argue that point with me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my sister's Friday night and my BFF, Heather, stopped by for dinner.  She and I were discussing some of my "dates" as of late, and my brother-in-law seemed a bit shocked, so I thought I'd get it out there as not to shock anymore people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still "married", and I'm "seeing" other people.  I use the terms in quotage lightly, just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, ya have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the agenda, my fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February was a slow month for me, but I didn't gain any weight, so I'm glad about that.  No steps backward = I'm still going forward.  So, this month I am starting my journey to shedding my final poundages.  By July 1st (the day I started in 2007) I want to be ~35lbs lighter than I am now, which would put me at a total weight loss of ~100lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY MCFUCKLESONS.  Put your hatorade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice I am giving myself plenty of time to accomplish this, because I realize these last pounds (especially that last 10) are most likely gonna be a big ass bitch.  Holler.  And don't worry Sheila, ass soon as my jeans I have now don't fit, I'll be placing my custom couture order :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the agenda, finding someone to pay for my boob job.  Wanna make another bet Sheila??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and PS - School is putting a big butt kickin' on me this quarter.  I'm all bruised up, but if I ever have anything good to tell, you will be the first to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8575865352927908291?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8575865352927908291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8575865352927908291&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8575865352927908291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8575865352927908291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-mcfucklesons.html' title='holy mcfucklesons!!!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6244163970715405709</id><published>2008-02-27T08:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:34:15.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>miss me?</title><content type='html'>Hell, I miss me, so y'all must be out of your minds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I &lt;3? height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvyRs3eBaOw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvyRs3eBaOw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found this, evidently at some point in my life I wanted my body to be blushy and shimmery.  And then, on top of that, figured I'd want it to be blushy and shimmery again at some point, and held onto it.  Good thinkin' me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R8VtLtXjgMI/AAAAAAAAFAs/7huFM1pOBEQ/s1600-h/020808_10591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R8VtLtXjgMI/AAAAAAAAFAs/7huFM1pOBEQ/s320/020808_10591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171659795029262530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just need to find someone that wants to see me blushy and shimmery.  I'm taking applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: new song again at top, listen to it soon, cause I already found something to replace it with :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6244163970715405709?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6244163970715405709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6244163970715405709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6244163970715405709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6244163970715405709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/02/miss-me.html' title='miss me?'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R8VtLtXjgMI/AAAAAAAAFAs/7huFM1pOBEQ/s72-c/020808_10591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-74629483287337539</id><published>2008-02-06T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:32:51.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>procrastination...</title><content type='html'>Since that is all I use my blog for anymore, now is a good time for it!!  The 101 things I should be doing right now can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "mini van mom" days are over.  The van has been sold, and I am now driving a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ultra_Low_Emission_Vehicle"&gt;ULEV&lt;/a&gt;.  I miss my van horribly, but I do feel about 5 years younger when I drive this car, and that's a PLUS.  I just need to get some window tintage (so I LOOK 5 years younger too) and I'll be kickin' it.  Holler.  My chicks seem to dig the new wheels (a Honda Civic, btw) but we will see how they feel when there are no movies to watch on the next road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to move into my mom and dad's basement, which would make me feel about 10 years younger, except for the fact that my two kids are going with me.  So instead, it will pry age me 10 years.  It is just temporary till Maya finishes her school year out, but still, gl me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked zooks ass &lt;a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/12/motivation.html"&gt;in this&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't wanna rub it in too much, so that's all I have to say about that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chicks and I are starting Jiu Jitsu lessons today.  I just wanna &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=qmuiX3H7DTo"&gt;grapple with hot dudes&lt;/a&gt;, sfobv.  Submit hot dude FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no job, I even interviewed with a florist.  I must seem like I'm not the flowery type, who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyboards suck ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-74629483287337539?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/74629483287337539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=74629483287337539&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/74629483287337539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/74629483287337539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/02/procrastination.html' title='procrastination...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-7752332297959922191</id><published>2008-01-27T08:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:33:39.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>LET'S DO SHOTS!</title><content type='html'>I did one of nyquil last night, but this morning Ima go all &lt;a href="http://tours.girlsgonewild.com/maintour.php/2553/41/A?gclid=CN7bt8jGlpECFQIQFQodtz7bPQ"&gt;GGW&lt;/a&gt; on you and do a dayquil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooohoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the amounts of phlegm contained in my body at the moment are not the point of this post.  I shall proceed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been around my spot for awhile you are familiar with my &lt;a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-too-old-for-this.html"&gt;struggles with Math&lt;/a&gt;.  You would also know that after a year in school I finally broke down and took my Math class this quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in all honesty, it wasn't pretty at first.  My first week of school I came home and did very poorly on all my homework, did bad on the daily quizzes in class, and the outlook was bleak since my first test was the SECOND week of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/commercial break/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;so I am sitting in bed typing this and my anna is asleep next to me, snoring a bit.  She just woke up, did a big stretch and started to whisper to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, I just had a really good dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OOOOOH tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was at school, and we had a big pool in the school, so we were all swimming and laughing, and when we got out, there was A BIG PIRATE SHIP... LIKE A REAL ONE... RIGHT INSIDE OUR SCHOOL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you get to ride on it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, but it was so awesome mommy, it even moved like a real pirate ship, and the pool was so big and deep, we pushed it into the pool and the pirates let us keep it!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end commercial break/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My math prof offers extra credit work on all tests.  She gives us a review sheet to complete, and then we have to go into a math lab and take a  practice test.  In order for the extra credit points to count, we have to score 85% or higher on the practice test.  This was a good deal for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been working really hard on my Math with a LOT of help from a friend.  And when I say a lot, I mean HUGE help HUUUGGGEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I come home from math class, get ALL of my homework problems wrong, I shoot an email (or a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mathmail &lt;/span&gt;as it has come to be known), that makes no sense cause I'm retarded, over to this friend, he shoots one back and I completely understand.  It's truly amazing.  He has a dizzying intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I went in to take my practice test, I was feeling goooooooooood!  I zipped right thru the test, knew how to work out every problem, cilcked submit and went over to the printer to get my score when I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SCORE IS 70%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt a little tear well up.  How do I get a 70% after I've worked so hard?!? So, you know what I did?  I didn't sulk, I TOOK THAT BITCH AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT A 70% AGAIN!! (did you "lol" when u read this? I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't keep taking the practice exam because it was time to head over for the real test.  I wasn't a happy camper and I could feel the pissiness start to well up inside me.  Do you ever get like that?  It's like a pot boiling, and you can feel it start to rise from your gut and move it's way up to your head and if someone were to speak to you at that very moment, they would for surely die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened?  Are you on the edge of your seat dying to know?  Did she fail?  Did she cry?  Is she going to get naked and post pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will let my most excellent math tutor answer this one in limerick, for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The first test, she was going to fail it&lt;br /&gt;She decided that she would mathmail it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J worked his magic&lt;br /&gt;To avoid scores so tragic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which in the end, caused her to nail it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       ~thehugeguy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R5ySSP25XuI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/R4pxLjSNFyI/s1600-h/012408_14051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R5ySSP25XuI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/R4pxLjSNFyI/s400/012408_14051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160160115251830498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7752332297959922191?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/7752332297959922191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=7752332297959922191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7752332297959922191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7752332297959922191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-do-shots.html' title='LET&apos;S DO SHOTS!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R5ySSP25XuI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/R4pxLjSNFyI/s72-c/012408_14051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6504358858553020155</id><published>2008-01-24T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:33:52.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>my first flash...</title><content type='html'>And, not the streaking kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R5iqmP25XSI/AAAAAAAAE2w/37ugud3Ni6s/s1600-h/Tee05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R5iqmP25XSI/AAAAAAAAE2w/37ugud3Ni6s/s320/Tee05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159060947221437730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't design this or anything, it was just a homework assignment.  I couldn't get the logo quite right (well I guess I could've, but I didn't), the L part is a lil skewed, and the shadow of the orb is a too dense, which causes my highlight to be too white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, a certain someone was asking me about flash (no not lynx) so I thought I'd throw this up there.  So far, I'm liking it much better than Dreamweaver.  We will see how I feel when I start tweening and linking etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6504358858553020155?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6504358858553020155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6504358858553020155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6504358858553020155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6504358858553020155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-flash.html' title='my first flash...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R5iqmP25XSI/AAAAAAAAE2w/37ugud3Ni6s/s72-c/Tee05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-32452484349732044</id><published>2008-01-06T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:33:11.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The skinny'/><title type='text'>catch up...</title><content type='html'>~I start school Tuesday, and both my girls go back tomorrow.  Anna is going FULL TIME THIS QUARTER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it won't allow me to rest because I have a lot I need to accomplish by the end of the month.  I actually lightened my load with school a bit so I could concentrate on finding a job. The only interesting classes I'm taking this quarter are Web Design II (Flash) and Web Authoring.  Other than that I'm taking a MATH class (EEEK), Pilates and Yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have to take some antibiotics for 7 days and I CAN'T DRINK while I'm taking them.  Normally I might try and see how I do with it, but both my Doc &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; my Pharm told me not to, and that I'd get really sick.  T likey her drinky!!  And the OSU v LSU game is tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R4Eeqk50BkI/AAAAAAAAEh8/pCtpo3XqfgU/s1600-h/jagerbomb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R4Eeqk50BkI/AAAAAAAAEh8/pCtpo3XqfgU/s200/jagerbomb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152433165498058306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RIP jagerbomber... it was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~I had a decent NYE... it was pretty uneventful because I had just driven home from Sheila's that day.  A friend of mine needed a partner in crime and convinced me to go to the &lt;a href="http://news.cincinnati.com/apps/pbcs.dll/section?Category=CINCI"&gt;Nasty Nati &lt;/a&gt;with her.  I wasn't excited about driving on NYE, and decided to be the sober one.  I'm such a wonderful friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, that was a blast.  Everyone got home safe tho, that's what matters... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm pluggin along in my bet w &lt;a href="http://gadzooks64.blogspot.com/"&gt;zooks&lt;/a&gt;.  Last week I weighed (new years day) and I had lost 6lbs making a total weight loss for me of 53lbs.  FIFTY THREE.  That's insane.  And my lawd I was so enormous I still have weight to lose!!!  HOLLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about our bet is it really did keep me in line for the holidays.  I didn't have thoughts like "OH, It's Christmas, go ahead and eat 10 pieces of fudge", not that I really wanted to, but I didn't have the thoughts either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my updated pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R4E88k50BlI/AAAAAAAAEiE/tpm6wwf9VH0/s1600-h/Jan6th2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R4E88k50BlI/AAAAAAAAEiE/tpm6wwf9VH0/s400/Jan6th2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152466460084536914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      May 28th 2007       Oct 24th 2007         Jan 6th 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And ya, I know I look like death warmed over but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) I hate those before and after pics where they look all unhappy and crappy in the before, then all smiley w make up on in the after... so I'm tryin to keep it real here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) You're not supposed to be lookin' at my face (and not those either... Jeff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is just for my girls, they thought it was hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R4E_ek50BmI/AAAAAAAAEiM/jtBh08lDFYI/s1600-h/100_4008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R4E_ek50BmI/AAAAAAAAEiM/jtBh08lDFYI/s320/100_4008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152469243223344738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-32452484349732044?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/32452484349732044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=32452484349732044&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/32452484349732044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/32452484349732044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/01/catch-up.html' title='catch up...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R4Eeqk50BkI/AAAAAAAAEh8/pCtpo3XqfgU/s72-c/jagerbomb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4502196706112224595</id><published>2008-01-02T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:37:18.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>2008...</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was a kid, my friends and I figuring out how old we would all be when the year 2000 hit.  My magic year 2000 number was 23, and yes, for those of you who know your math, that means I will be 31 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little T memory is that ride at Epcot Center, showing what the future would be like (do you remember it? it was all Jetsonlike), and well, it is now the future and I do not feel like Mrs. Jetson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the 6th grade I had my plans laid out to become the first female president...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned on having a college degree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd be out of Ohio by the time I was 23...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wanted a career that would allow me to travel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd be happily married with 3 kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but the point is that some of this never happened, some of it I wouldn't even want anymore, and some of the greatest things I've accomplished aren't even on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome thing is , I'm OK with that.  As crazy as my life is right now between school, career change, kids and going through all the fucked up craziness of my marriage being over; for the first time in my life, I feel completely content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bring it on 2008, I'm ready for you, bitches!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4502196706112224595?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4502196706112224595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4502196706112224595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4502196706112224595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4502196706112224595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4334028215005659914</id><published>2007-12-24T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:34:14.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my peeps'/><title type='text'>how many times have i told you...</title><content type='html'>MY FAMILY RULES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I present, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2avg9d97vhQ"&gt;my brother in law, Scottisha...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4334028215005659914?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4334028215005659914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4334028215005659914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4334028215005659914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4334028215005659914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-many-times-have-i-told-you.html' title='how many times have i told you...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-2297747926516219576</id><published>2007-12-22T10:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:34:27.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my peeps'/><title type='text'>and so it begins...</title><content type='html'>The wonderful pre-Christmas weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yearly reminder of why Thanksgiving rocks the socks off of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, that's pretty much all I have to say about that... here's some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2297747926516219576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2297747926516219576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it begins...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-9068036470995126484</id><published>2007-12-11T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:35:23.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gambool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The skinny'/><title type='text'>motivation....</title><content type='html'>... is not an easy thing to come by.  When I started this journey to lose weight, I was ready.  I was sick of being someone I wasn't.  I thought that FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD, would be the hardest part to control.  Strangely enough, it is the easy part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE, staying motivated to EXERCISE is definitely the hardest part for me.  There are a lot of factors that make it so hard, and one of them is GUILT.  If you miss a day, you can beat yourself up over it, and hell knows we all love to be mean to ourselves.  I made a decision from the beginning that I wouldn't fall into this trap.  I decided that if I missed a day, I missed it, and I started back the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has worked for me so far, and I can't even fill up one hand with the days I should have worked out and didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally I stayed motivated with my bet, then I kept trying to mix things up - pilates, yoga, jogging, elliptical - then I moved on to the Turkey Trot, and now here I am again feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did the first thing I do when I'm bored, and I changed up my workout playlist, mostly I added some new digg's and some old ones for yoga at the end of my workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But TODAY, I did the thing that should interest all of you--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a bet with&lt;a href="http://gadzooks64.blogspot.com/"&gt; ZOOKS  &lt;/a&gt; mwhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I offered that we both try to lose a certain amount of weight by &lt;a href="http://fulltiltforum.com/viewtopic.php?t=3077&amp;amp;highlight=rocco"&gt;ROCCOPALOOZA. &lt;/a&gt; I wanted some good motivation, so I said twelve pounds, when this &lt;strike&gt;pussy&lt;/strike&gt; wonderful friend of mine counters with EIGHT pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled on TEN pounds by January 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if one of us does not make it, they will owe the other an expensive pair of CUSTOM FIT JEANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BATTLE FOR COUTURE IS ON, BITCHES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-9068036470995126484?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/9068036470995126484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=9068036470995126484&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/9068036470995126484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/9068036470995126484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/12/motivation.html' title='motivation....'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5441236750316252199</id><published>2007-12-06T11:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:36:32.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my peeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>omgwtf-h8</title><content type='html'>I'm so far behind here, I don't even know where to start.  First, let's do a little catch up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R1glzVlUI-I/AAAAAAAAD2c/-pSq5yKlzHM/s1600-h/100_3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R1glzVlUI-I/AAAAAAAAD2c/-pSq5yKlzHM/s200/100_3709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140900538540631010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished my 5 mile turkey trot, and I did not die.  I did however, get very sick the next day.  It could have been the jogging in freezing rain, idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished school (for the quarter and I'm on winter break till January) and I got my first "C" - @#$#in art&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm having some sort of mid-life crisis, even tho I'm only 30 and not quite to the middle of my life- or maybe I am WTF&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am in the middle of trying to get in the Digital Design program at UC on a scholarship- and it is kickin my ass - AND I'm not even sure if I &lt;strike&gt;want&lt;/strike&gt; can do it,  (see above) I definitely WANT it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a job- badly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate Dayton(and I lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is what makes me happy (minus a few peeps- dave, dad, mom, but it's close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R1glDllUI9I/AAAAAAAAD2U/aOGesiq2k3M/s1600-h/PB160079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R1glDllUI9I/AAAAAAAAD2U/aOGesiq2k3M/s320/PB160079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140899718201877458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, that's that.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R1gqkFlUI_I/AAAAAAAAD2k/KLMFL1wHttI/s1600-h/Pics+from+I+phone+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 248px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R1gqkFlUI_I/AAAAAAAAD2k/KLMFL1wHttI/s320/Pics+from+I+phone+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140905774105764850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I am having my friendly reminder of why I did NOT have three children.  As much as I love this kid, and I LOVE having her around, I'm still done on FRIDAY!  My sis and Scott are in Atlantis (bastids) and I hope they are having a great time.  This is their first time away from Harper, and I'm glad for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You two better be having lots of sex, and the good kind too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if I haven't shown you my new website design, holler at me (not gonna post it cause my contact info is on it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New song up top, check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5441236750316252199?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5441236750316252199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5441236750316252199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5441236750316252199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5441236750316252199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/12/omgwtf-h8.html' title='omgwtf-h8'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R1glzVlUI-I/AAAAAAAAD2c/-pSq5yKlzHM/s72-c/100_3709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-1010601758408338586</id><published>2007-11-21T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:41:17.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my peeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>CRAZINESS!</title><content type='html'>That word about sums it up for me the past two weeks and I have a lot to ramble on about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not going to now cause I need to go finish vacuuming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I just wanted to remind all of ya tomorrow is the BIG DAY, and my baby went to pick up my runners packet for the Turkey Trot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/harperturkeytrot.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is SHE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE! This has always been my fav holiday, and I think this years is going to be the best yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR CHREEST'S SAKE, DON'T FORGET TO &lt;a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2006/11/funny-bird.html"&gt;BRINE YER TURKEYNESS!&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-1010601758408338586?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/1010601758408338586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=1010601758408338586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1010601758408338586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1010601758408338586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/11/craziness.html' title='CRAZINESS!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-7206953348519592321</id><published>2007-11-08T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:54:31.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>how i do...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was at the Dermatologist, I know, FANCY.  I had never been to a dermatologist before, but I suppose it is item #436 on the list of "how T knows shes not getting younger", cause well, I didn't have to go for acne problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the waiting room filling out all the standard paperwork when I get to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke? [ ] yes [x] no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokeless Tobacco? [ ] yes [x] no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol intake: ___ weekly&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lol'd purdy good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Alcohol... couple of weeks ago I went on my liquor store run for rummm.  I was practically in my PJs, which is standard for the ghetto, so no biggie.  I run in, get the goods, and run out.  As I get back into the mini van, when the guy in the car I had parked next to gets out of his car and walks over to me.  He's an older guy with nice gold teeth in his mouth, I know, FANCY.  He was sportin' some velour and a thick gold chain too, and of course, the sideways hat, which we all know I'm so fond of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;strange man: BEAUTIFUL GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I turn and look OBV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange man: WASSYOURNAME GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Well, it is NOT girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange man: HA HA WHASSYOURNAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Depends on how well I know you (puts liquor in car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange man: WELL HERE'S MY NUMBER BAYBEE (he had the shit written down already, he was PREPARED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I'm married (sitting in car closing door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he looks down at my hand with no wedding ring on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange man: DAYUM GIRL YOUR ARMS ARE SO HAIRY WOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*van door closes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orly?  so suave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and shared the story with zooks, of course, and we laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all I had for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7206953348519592321?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/7206953348519592321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=7206953348519592321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7206953348519592321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7206953348519592321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-i-do.html' title='how i do...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-7031500895725989449</id><published>2007-11-05T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:49:59.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tunage...</title><content type='html'>(sarcasm warning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get asked all the time "T, what kind of music do you listen to?" Cause you know, people are interested in me like that.  So, I thought I'd put together a little T montage of classics for your listening pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 435px; visibility: visible; height: 270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/mc/config/config_black_noautostart_shuffle.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/loadplaylist.php?playlist=18708861" menu="false" quality="high" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="270" width="435"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/mc/images/create_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/standalone/18708861" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/download/18708861"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/mc/images/get_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7031500895725989449?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/7031500895725989449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=7031500895725989449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7031500895725989449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7031500895725989449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/11/tunage.html' title='tunage...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-1349070716036118211</id><published>2007-10-31T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:41:51.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>ninja's, and dragon's, and tomb raider's OH MY...</title><content type='html'>Last night was &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/teebtobb/Halloween07"&gt;trick or treat here in the sticks&lt;/a&gt;, and before I go any further I would like to address a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO, I don't know why we have trick or treat the night before Halloween and NOT ON Halloween.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wasn't allowed to trick or treat when I was a small T (aka teebletobbles), it was considered the "Devil's Holiday", so I don't know much about why we do what we do.  Mkay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had always assumed it was to put a bend on all the shenanigans that can occur on Halloween.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, I've come to realize this is in fact weird, but I don't make the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GET OVER IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now that we have made it past that issue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time.  It was a bit of a hectic day for me and I had to skip my night class to make it there, but everyone survived and candy was had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya was Lara Croft (aka Tomb Raider).  She's quite the gamer, but this was a last minute change to her previous plans.  Last year while trick or treating she saw a decoration in someone's window that inspired her.  It was a DEAD ANGEL, as she called it.  All year I had been hoping she would forget about it, and every time she mentioned it I would make another suggestion.  When I FINALLY got her to hook onto the tomb raider idea I was thrilled (even tho it wouldn't have been my first choice)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RyiqsuS6TmI/AAAAAAAADRQ/EUCe3_lq5nc/s1600-h/maya_laracroft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RyiqsuS6TmI/AAAAAAAADRQ/EUCe3_lq5nc/s320/maya_laracroft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127535861079625314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: Don't tell, but those aren't toy guns.  I couldn't find any acceptable toy guns, so I purchased pellet guns (sans pellets, obv).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna... what is there to say about my Anna.  She had planned on being a pirate (of course, because she really thinks she will be a pirate one day) but decided to be a wolf when we found  this kick ass wolf costume at the thrift store one day.  But this week when we went to find Maya's shooters, she saw these ninja swords and fell in love.  So, then she was going to be a ninja wolf, till she saw the ski mask... i mean what kids doesn't like swords and ski masks?!?!  Don't worry, I've started a fund for the therapy sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RyiqguS6TlI/AAAAAAAADRI/oHHP7hXF6XA/s1600-h/anna_ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RyiqguS6TlI/AAAAAAAADRI/oHHP7hXF6XA/s320/anna_ninja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127535654921195090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: I love this kid, she is so fraking awesome, it's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course MAH BABAY!  A DRAGON ATE MAH BAYBAY!  Ok, not really, but Harper had her second trick or treat.  Last year she was a 'lil chili pepper, but this year she would walk up to the house, grab the goods and run away.  Smart 'lil cookie she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RyisFeS6TnI/AAAAAAAADRY/YpyskEuVeb4/s1600-h/harper_dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RyisFeS6TnI/AAAAAAAADRY/YpyskEuVeb4/s320/harper_dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127537385793015410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: She thinks her auntie T is cool (obv) and is coming over Thursday night to chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-1349070716036118211?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/1349070716036118211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=1349070716036118211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1349070716036118211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1349070716036118211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/10/ninjas-and-dragons-and-tomb-raiders-oh.html' title='ninja&apos;s, and dragon&apos;s, and tomb raider&apos;s OH MY...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RyiqsuS6TmI/AAAAAAAADRQ/EUCe3_lq5nc/s72-c/maya_laracroft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-3186006074412556036</id><published>2007-10-24T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:42:22.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my peeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>don't blame me, i just live here...</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to post for well over a week, and well, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the end of the quarter is already rearing its ugly head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is kickin' my arse again.  Drawing more than one thing in the same composition is harder than drawing just one, who knew.  I was actually so frustrated yesterday, I left class an hour early to prevent my head from exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printing class is da bomb.  I designed a &lt;a href="http://pokersluts.org/"&gt;pokerslut&lt;/a&gt; tshirt to make for my screen printing project.  I should be able to start my strike offs next week. w00t.  It'll look a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rx9RLvr2DaI/AAAAAAAACww/hm4YWmEpli8/s1600-h/tshirt_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rx9RLvr2DaI/AAAAAAAACww/hm4YWmEpli8/s200/tshirt_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124904163191688610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The back - Ive actually changed this a bit since the screenshot for obv reasons.  positioning/redability etc.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rx9RXvr2DbI/AAAAAAAACw4/Vavu-bMyFQI/s1600-h/tshirt_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rx9RXvr2DbI/AAAAAAAACw4/Vavu-bMyFQI/s200/tshirt_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124904369350118834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was going for the early 90's rock tour look, obv.  There's a sleeve shot too, but well, you'll have to wait for the real thing to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamweaver - oh dreamweaver - feed me to the wolves would ya?  My hands on midterm made my blood begin to boil, but I got an A on the written part.  I need to get started on my final project, which is designing an entire website (OMG) I should get &lt;a href="http://hrbek.blogspot.com/"&gt;hrbek&lt;/a&gt; to do it for me.  I decided to make an online portfolio, since that would be killing two birds with one piece of stonage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga is fabulous, I forgot how much I enjoy doing yoga and how much it helps my back.  Although, last week my instructor started giving instructions on a pose and when he got to "once you feel the pull in your leg, start to work your heel to the back of your head...." he received an evil eye from the T.  Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design Survey is a BS class they make us take.  I was dreading it.  It is one of those 2.5 hour BS classes that make you want to pull your hair out, lots of busy work etc.  But &lt;a href="http://jackpoe.com/"&gt;my instructor&lt;/a&gt; RAWKS.  We haven't had a class last over an hour yet, AND he has taken HALF the work out of the class, including a paper and tests.  And, AND none of our work is actually due till the end of the quarter.  GG Jack.  Only thing is, he jabbers on and on and on and on quite often.  I didn't know dudes had so much to say.  Right now he is having us design a logo for a made up automotive company.  My company is called KADUB.  sfobv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Skinny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so far I've lost about 34lbs and I'm happy about it.  The last time I weighed, the scale actually said i had put 3 lbs back on, but I'm not buying it.  It was late in the day and I've been training for a 5 mile run on Thanksgiving.  The new jeans I bought that are two sizes smaller than before are getting a bit loose already too, so I've lost interest in the number.  I feel great, which is the best part and I've been sticking with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise had been getting a bit boring after the whole prop bet thing to make it entertaining, so I decided to really challenge myself to do the Turkey Trot.  I don't know if I will be able to jog 5mi by then, but it's fun trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey SCOTT are you still gonna do this with me or what playa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo, last night I was talking to someone about this pic I saw of myself on my brother's picasa page that was the catalyst for the decision to lose weight.  It made me wanna puke.  the convo went a lil something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: omg u should see the pics i saw of myself that made me realize i had to lose weight.  not that i would ever show them to you, but still&lt;br /&gt;person: show me&lt;br /&gt;me: no fraking way&lt;br /&gt;person: come on&lt;br /&gt;me: gfy&lt;br /&gt;person: you could be like the person in the commercial that holds up the big pants&lt;br /&gt;me: still not gonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the pic, right next to a pic of me in the same shorts that Anna was so kind to take of me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might wanna turn your sound down - the first one MOOOOOOO's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rx9fC_r2DcI/AAAAAAAACxA/lcSsu-G0Ekc/s1600-h/Oct242007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rx9fC_r2DcI/AAAAAAAACxA/lcSsu-G0Ekc/s320/Oct242007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124919406030622146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big changes going down in T-Ville.  They aren't quite bloggable as of yet, but I'll get to it when I can.  Good changes tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gadzooks64.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zooks &lt;/a&gt;was in town this past weekend.  It was pretty sweet having her here, cause well, I like zooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures were taken, obv, if interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fteebtobb%2Falbumid%2F5123509535771068817%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="96" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fteebtobb%2Falbumid%2F5123118629322621777%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="96" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of kid stuff, and &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/gadzooks64/SmboatdrinksHomeGame"&gt;poker on Saturday nigh&lt;/a&gt;t at Ritze's (&lt;a href="http://smboatdrinks.blogspot.com/"&gt;smboatdrinks&lt;/a&gt;) house, which was a blast.  My bro even came with us, and had Zooks cracking up in the car the whole way home, sfobv.  To top it off, I'm going to HER house THIS weekend!  When it rains it pours... w0000t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well in kidville too.  Maya had PT conferences last week and straight As on her report card (standard) and Miss Anna made this kick ass dinosaur out of construction paper at daycare yesterday.  Altho,  (spell check says altho should be alt ho - lolorz) today she felt the need to make another construction paper creation, and made a Mermaid with a gun.  NOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all the tidbits for now, carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-3186006074412556036?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/3186006074412556036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=3186006074412556036&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/3186006074412556036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/3186006074412556036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-blame-me-i-just-live-here.html' title='don&apos;t blame me, i just live here...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rx9RLvr2DaI/AAAAAAAACww/hm4YWmEpli8/s72-c/tshirt_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-1919503083382744084</id><published>2007-10-02T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:48:43.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><title type='text'>pokerstars blogger wcoop!!</title><content type='html'>Hopefully this thing works well for me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 140px; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pokerstars.com/blog_tournament/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pokerstars.com/blog_tournament/images/2007-1.gif" alt="Online Poker" style="margin-right: 10px;" align="left" border="0" height="127" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have registered to play in the &lt;a href="http://www.pokerstars.com/blog_tournament/"&gt;PokerStars World Blogger Championship of Online Poker&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.pokerstars.com/"&gt;Online Poker&lt;/a&gt; Tournament is a No Limit Texas Holdem event exclusive to Bloggers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Registration code: 1814469&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-1919503083382744084?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/1919503083382744084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=1919503083382744084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1919503083382744084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1919503083382744084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/10/pokerstars-blogger-wcoop.html' title='pokerstars blogger wcoop!!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5476970537941942209</id><published>2007-09-29T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:38:39.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>i'm a 'lil teapot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv6XX3N1k3I/AAAAAAAACOc/iZ5q6TPnS4w/s1600-h/firstteapot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv6XX3N1k3I/AAAAAAAACOc/iZ5q6TPnS4w/s200/firstteapot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115692662954234738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that I can't draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I never had an example to show you exactly how bad I actually am.  So, consider yourselves &lt;strike&gt;cursed&lt;/strike&gt; lucky.  This is my first rendering of a teapot.  I drew it either on the first or second day of class.  RAW talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv6YCHN1k4I/AAAAAAAACOk/bpbZhIFwLWs/s1600-h/secondteapot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv6YCHN1k4I/AAAAAAAACOk/bpbZhIFwLWs/s200/secondteapot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115693388803707778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my charcoal class, we started with the line drawing you saw above, but soon moved on to value drawings.  Instead of identifying the shape with lines, you identify it with darks and lights. Which brings me to teapot #2, or "here is my handle, here is my spout" as I like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;After this, I didn't think things could get much better.  I mean that looks like the Mona Lisa to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv6ZGXN1k5I/AAAAAAAACOs/soClNS7jjeM/s1600-h/finalteapot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv6ZGXN1k5I/AAAAAAAACOs/soClNS7jjeM/s200/finalteapot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115694561329779602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we started doing the value drawings in reverse.  We take our charcoal and cover the entire page in a medium value and then go in with an eraser and start to identify the highlights, then back in with charcoal to identify the darks.  Which brings me to teapot #3, or "when I get all steamed up I will shout!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, and if you think that's good, look at this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv6aUHN1k6I/AAAAAAAACO0/14hUwhi11eA/s1600-h/omgirulzorz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv6aUHN1k6I/AAAAAAAACO0/14hUwhi11eA/s200/omgirulzorz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115695897064608674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv6am3N1k8I/AAAAAAAACPE/VpPSumrKbo4/s1600-h/finalstatue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv6am3N1k8I/AAAAAAAACPE/VpPSumrKbo4/s200/finalstatue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115696219187155906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5476970537941942209?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5476970537941942209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5476970537941942209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5476970537941942209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5476970537941942209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-lil-teapot.html' title='i&apos;m a &apos;lil teapot...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv6XX3N1k3I/AAAAAAAACOc/iZ5q6TPnS4w/s72-c/firstteapot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-2007431830756413628</id><published>2007-09-28T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:26:53.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>i think today is friday...</title><content type='html'>OK, ya I checked my calendar... it is definitely Friday.  Whew, I was a little worried there for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, after multiple requests, my system admin finally went to install my Adobe CS3 suite on the 'ol laptop.  Let's just say the 'ol laptop couldn't handle it, and I was forced with a decision:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I could spend $400 upgrading my crappy laptop that I've already wasted too much money on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could get a new laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv0DtXN1k1I/AAAAAAAACN0/DAKcEC6Efsc/s1600-h/092807_09091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 167px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv0DtXN1k1I/AAAAAAAACN0/DAKcEC6Efsc/s320/092807_09091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115248829623800658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopping.hp.com/webapp/shopping/product_detail.do?product_code=GA354UA%23ABA&amp;amp;aoid=20715&amp;amp;cs=GoogleBase"&gt;I went with the later&lt;/a&gt;, even tho I'm a cheap ass and I still keep telling myself "I'm taking it back" - I don't think thats gonna happen.  However, installing XP instead of VISTACRAP is a high possibility.  I haven't even been using the system for 24 hours and it has already crashed on me, but at least the error windows are pretty and they glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all my problems pale in comparison to THIS - what asswipe designer decided this would be a good idea??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv0C-HN1k0I/AAAAAAAACNs/EJb33pEvRBc/s1600-h/shiftkey+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv0C-HN1k0I/AAAAAAAACNs/EJb33pEvRBc/s320/shiftkey+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115248017874981698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya, that's the SHIFT key.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, enough about me, let's talk about PIRATES!!   I can't take credit for this one, it was shown to me by &lt;a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-hail-j.html#comments"&gt;some dude, from Jersey that doesn't have 'a guy'. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqMu6e5Dgtg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqMu6e5Dgtg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw this today on my google reader... he he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCiageqMHJc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCiageqMHJc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the piece de resistance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the Davey Crockett tail??  Hmm do ya?  I don't see how you could forget really.  But, just in case you did - you won't this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/blog%20pics/091807_08322.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-2007431830756413628?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/2007431830756413628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=2007431830756413628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2007431830756413628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2007431830756413628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-today-is-friday.html' title='i think today is friday...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rv0DtXN1k1I/AAAAAAAACN0/DAKcEC6Efsc/s72-c/092807_09091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8253307581940646003</id><published>2007-09-22T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:46:19.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>O--H--I--O</title><content type='html'>Buckeye land is grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of a winning streak and an ass whoopin on Northwestern today, I shall do a post in honor of Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, one of the BEST things about OHIO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbdbitl.osu.edu/"&gt;TBDBITL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oPiBSktp6M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oPiBSktp6M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, how a Buckeye partays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QROpJ7K8HP4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QROpJ7K8HP4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RvWHxnN1ksI/AAAAAAAACMQ/j80_V1V5-Y4/s1600-h/P8310002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RvWHxnN1ksI/AAAAAAAACMQ/j80_V1V5-Y4/s320/P8310002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113142238359425730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day my bro and I are on our way to my sister's house for game night and we see someone hauling a trailer full of junk on the highway.  It was hard not to notice it because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) it was huge&lt;br /&gt;B) it was piled with TRASH&lt;br /&gt;C) I was behind it and afraid for my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may appear in this photo as tho there is something valuable on the back of this trailer, but trust me, everything on it was falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course, that's when my superior driving skills decide we should pry head around this beast for safety's sake.  As I pull along side of the death trap I notice something quite strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely at the picture above.... do you see it??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RvWI0HN1ktI/AAAAAAAACMY/VlRy8-Fz1lM/s1600-h/P8310003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RvWI0HN1ktI/AAAAAAAACMY/VlRy8-Fz1lM/s200/P8310003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113143380820726482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mother effing HUMMER ... a $50k vehicle pulling a 15 foot trailer of trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in OHIO.  (ok well maybe Kentucky too, but f them)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8253307581940646003?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8253307581940646003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8253307581940646003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8253307581940646003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8253307581940646003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-h-i-o.html' title='O--H--I--O'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RvWHxnN1ksI/AAAAAAAACMQ/j80_V1V5-Y4/s72-c/P8310002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4988625731676981053</id><published>2007-09-12T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:16:57.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>things of note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 7 yards of mulch I've had in my driveway, since May, is finally on my flower beds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to draw a continuous line drawing of my bathroom (ya, I said my bathroom) in charcoal for Art class.  It's a real beaut.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My job is becoming more annoying by the hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm having strange, intermittent urges to go to AC.  idk what that's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anna covered my bathroom floor in an inch of water today, for the second time in a month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arthur is coming to Dayton tomorrow and we shall have dinner ala Airport de Dayton.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bra's shouldn't have straps that can disconnect from the back of the bra while doing yoga.  It is a flaw in the design me thinks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cleaned off my chair in my bedroom that had turned into my dresser.  I thought it would be nice to sit in it, till I sat in it and realized: My kids know where I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends are cool and my family rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4988625731676981053?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4988625731676981053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4988625731676981053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4988625731676981053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4988625731676981053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-of-note.html' title='things of note...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6885781023551567572</id><published>2007-09-09T08:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:50:20.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>the hummus predicament...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Joe and I worked all day in the yard spreading mulch.  We only got about halfway thru because the rain didn't hold back long enough for us to finish, but still it was a good 5 hours of ball busting work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner etc. I decided to relax, take some Advil and wash it down with a whiskey n diet. mmmmm.  The simple joys in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about midnight when I headed off to hit the haystack, I also had a bit of a munchie attack.  Of course, I still try to snack healthy when I do, and decided to crack open the delicious hummus I had bought earlier in the week.  Nothing like a nice carrot stick with hummus... mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, about 3 drinks in, at midnight, when I open the fridge and the bulb is out.  Of course, the hummus isn't where I left it, so I feel around a bit, still no hummus.  I decided I wasn't giving up and turned on two kitchen lights, and went back to the fridge proceeding to empty about 1/2 of it's contents before I finally find the hummus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I was so satisfied with myself, I gleefully walked over to the trashcan to discard of the plastic safety covering... when it dawned on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; stand self righteous cunts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that ever happen to you?  You are completing some mundane task and the meaning of life just appears before your eyes and you have an "AHA!" moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite moments in life was when I realized that I'm not better than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's shocking, really, but stay with me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class, gender, which way you swing and the like -- it's all relative.  You and I have been thru different challenges on our journey of life that have molded and shaped us differently.  After all, it doesn't make sense to make judgments on someone else's choices, when you haven't had to make the same choices with the same information available to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an example, I feel these self righteous cunts should left to their self righteous thoughts, in their self righteous home (they live alone obv), with their self righteous belongings, and go to their self righteous jobs without interruption.  It is not my place to judge or confine them in any way. After all, I'm not better than them, I have my own faults, and they deserve to be able to live their lives in peace, as do I.   If they carry on about their self righteousness without involving myself or my family, they will find no T conflict.  However, if they choose the opposite... it's all fair game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I suppose this whole concept takes a certain level of maturity to embrace.  Of course if you were a self righteous cunt, you would pry think your level of maturity exceeded the standard requirements... so there is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy oh boy, that hummus was goooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I have started adding some music at the top of my blog, I'll try to change it weekly.  The resource I'm using doesn't have all the music I like so we will see how it goes.  enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss: OMG I woke up this morning and my back and hamstrings are hollerin "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HELP ME&lt;/span&gt;!!!"  I need me some yoga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6885781023551567572?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6885781023551567572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6885781023551567572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6885781023551567572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6885781023551567572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/09/hummus-predicament.html' title='the hummus predicament...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-7401083246845617899</id><published>2007-09-08T16:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:41:02.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolorz'/><title type='text'>i like to share...</title><content type='html'>And, this was worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEkYqL9n7vo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEkYqL9n7vo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that gets a big shake of the ass to our men and women in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7401083246845617899?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/7401083246845617899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=7401083246845617899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7401083246845617899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7401083246845617899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-like-to-share.html' title='i like to share...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5045933170475014234</id><published>2007-09-06T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T08:45:21.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>wow, i'm old...</title><content type='html'>Really, I don't think I'm old... but lately I've had a few things remind me that it is...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just a matter of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign #1 - I'm driving in the car the other day with my brother and we have the radio on for the kids.  I'd rather hear them sing lyrics that are completely inappropriate for their age, than scream at each other, obv.  A song comes on that I  know the words to, it's old skewl, back from my high school days -- when it dawns on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dave (my bro), this isn't the original song is it?&lt;br /&gt;OMG - a song I listened to in high school got covered.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign #2 - Today is my first day of class, and at 8:30am I have ART.  I walk into class and grab my usual seat next to the hottest male (I'm um genius) in the classroom.  We have to get up and  grab a few different things during class, a big sheet of sketch paper, charcoal etc.  When I realize there is a chick in my class with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2 foot davey crocket tail pinned to her ass.&lt;/span&gt;  I kid you not, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2 foot davey crocket tail pinned to her ass, &lt;/span&gt;and I have a feeling I was one of about 4 people in the class that had never seen such a thing before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign #3 - We are standing in line at the concession stand at the movie theater this weekend, of course what was the topic??  2 sodas and a popcorn cost what?? FIFTEEN DOLLARS??  And you know how I knew Joe is older than me??  Because he wouldn't shut up about it, and I had to ask him to stop as he was embarrassing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I'm not THAT old,  yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5045933170475014234?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5045933170475014234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5045933170475014234&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5045933170475014234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5045933170475014234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow-im-old.html' title='wow, i&apos;m old...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8233752486661582835</id><published>2007-09-04T10:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:40:36.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my peeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>house cleaning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rt2Al3Oiu5I/AAAAAAAACJk/mdK8CD6iWys/s1600-h/annattitude.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rt2Al3Oiu5I/AAAAAAAACJk/mdK8CD6iWys/s200/annattitude.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378940476472210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had an epiphany.  I could take out an equity loan for home improvements to pay for Anna's full time child care.  sersly.  The chick is a fraking tornado destroying everything in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The T is at a breaking point with Ms. Anna.  And I have no idea how I'm gonna do this 3 days a week while tackling school and work too. (and that doesn't include the weekends) Maya has always understood my limits, and acts accordingly.  Anna on the other hand finds my breaking points to be cause to go find something else to piss mama off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: this could be detrimental to your health and safety, kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought school started today, but today is the 4th and school starts the 5th, and since I changed my schedule around to only have classes on Tues and Thurs -  I don't have class till Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how things work out just as they were supposed to all along and I still get surprised, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rt1_9XOiu4I/AAAAAAAACJc/bx8Uzg6OQ0E/s1600-h/fall2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rt1_9XOiu4I/AAAAAAAACJc/bx8Uzg6OQ0E/s400/fall2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106378244691770242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the two days a week I won't be watching Anna.  Thank god for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few more things to add, but right now I have to go save my photo album collection from becoming part of Anna's re-creation of the first scene in Ghostbuster's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8233752486661582835?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8233752486661582835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8233752486661582835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8233752486661582835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8233752486661582835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/09/house-cleaning.html' title='house cleaning...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rt2Al3Oiu5I/AAAAAAAACJk/mdK8CD6iWys/s72-c/annattitude.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8884892550397990944</id><published>2007-08-30T09:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:40:07.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my peeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The skinny'/><title type='text'>i'm such a shithead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RtbR7HOisnI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/EvmJAolyBrU/s1600-h/davebday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RtbR7HOisnI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/EvmJAolyBrU/s320/davebday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104498041153565298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I leave out so many important things when I do get around to posting... it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG DAVE aka UNCLE DAVE had a birthday!!  The weekend of his birthday coordinated with my last week of school, so that could have been the reason I was too pre-occupied to post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, there shouldn't be any reason for not posting a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the best brother and uncle EVAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of the big guy himself sporting one of his lovely gifts from his nieces.  The enormous flower was accompanied by a yummy smelling candle and a pretty bell.  It must be nice having THREE nieces and NO nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RtbWq3OisoI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/JL7TC78nbLw/s1600-h/harper+hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 248px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RtbWq3OisoI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/JL7TC78nbLw/s320/harper+hat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104503259538829954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next even wasn't forgotten about, I was actually waiting to post about it, and then didn't post.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Harper turned ONE yesterday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  We had the party on Sunday, so I was waiting to post till yesterday -- but then it turned into the usual pish posh of stressfulness that is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a GREAT party and I put together a little montage of it&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/teebtobb/HarpersBday"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to have a look see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe she's one already!!!  It seems like yesterday I was &lt;a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-girl.html"&gt;posting about her being born&lt;/a&gt;, then all of a sudden shes walking and even saying words!!  Frakin' kids, they never let ya catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cutest things about Harper is how she shares.  No matter what she has, she is always&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RtbX6XOis-I/AAAAAAAAB3g/px-Jimr_8I4/s1600-h/harpershareTT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RtbX6XOis-I/AAAAAAAAB3g/px-Jimr_8I4/s200/harpershareTT.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104504625338430434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; right on top of seeing who else wants to check it out.  She shared her bday cake with her TT.  She loves to read too!  She is always grabbing books and bringing them over to the closest person to see who will hook her up with the story first.  Shes a great kid, and it has a lot to do with her great parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me!  She's coming over tonight! WOOOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE YOU HARPER LEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, and last but not least... the &lt;a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/06/prop-bet.html"&gt;prop bet is ovah&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow and I'll go ahead and post my final count today as I think it will be accurate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-21.5 lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J did a great job too and the bet is a push.  But it was a lot of fun.  J is a very funny guy and so easy to get along with.  He made it a lot of fun thru txt msgs and the like... a little ribbing and humor go a long way.  Thanks for going thru it with me J.  &lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RtbcG3OiuzI/AAAAAAAACG0/ltQQPsthwxI/s1600-h/preFATpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 161px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RtbcG3OiuzI/AAAAAAAACG0/ltQQPsthwxI/s200/preFATpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104509238133308210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rtbb1nOiuyI/AAAAAAAACGs/su4Zd7zRl_k/s1600-h/myblogpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rtbb1nOiuyI/AAAAAAAACGs/su4Zd7zRl_k/s200/myblogpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104508941780564770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is a pic of me pre weight loss in vegas -- I mean I still have a long way to go (I want to lose 50 lbs more) but not a bad start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOT.  35% to MILFdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8884892550397990944?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8884892550397990944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8884892550397990944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8884892550397990944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8884892550397990944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-such-shithead.html' title='i&apos;m such a shithead...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RtbR7HOisnI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/EvmJAolyBrU/s72-c/davebday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-1619869385723815357</id><published>2007-08-21T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:04:20.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>i know, i know...</title><content type='html'>It has been too long --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I've been a lil busy, mkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished out my summer quarter at school! Big W0o0T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would show you my Digital Video final, but it's so bad I don't want anyone to hurl.  My final InDesign proj turned out ok, well for getting the proj requirements on Monday and having it due Wednesday anyhow.  Same prof as my Typography class, if you remember that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an tri-fold layout for the new &lt;a href="http://helveticafilm.com/"&gt;Helvetica Film&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rsrsw3OisXI/AAAAAAAABxI/yS7kVd__o0g/s1600-h/helvetica1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rsrsw3OisXI/AAAAAAAABxI/yS7kVd__o0g/s400/helvetica1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101149852153327986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rsrs23OisYI/AAAAAAAABxQ/OLX3R-99J-A/s1600-h/helvetica2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rsrs23OisYI/AAAAAAAABxQ/OLX3R-99J-A/s400/helvetica2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101149955232543106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya started back to school last Wednesday, she is in the THIRD GRADE NOW!  So crazy.  She loves her new teacher cause, "She wears high heels every day, and her hair is pretty, and she has a great skin tone".  I know, wtf?  Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna isn't going back to the same pre-school this year.  We had so many issues there last year, and it was going to cost more this year, I couldn't bring myself to pay that much money for people to piss me off on a regular basis.  So, she will be in the pre-school at my College this year.  For now, she will only be going when I'm in class (full time has a waiting list) but since I'm on a Pell Grant it costs practically nothing, and even better, it's a GREAT pre-school.  She is pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost to my weight goal (well for the prop bet anyhow, long ways to go for the real goal).  As of last week I had 4 lbs to go -- so I'm working double time to get it off.  I haven't noticed a huge difference in my clothes etc. but I do feel a lot better, I feel stronger, and I like that.  One bad side, I thought as we aged the first thing to go was the mind, that is a myth.  It's the boobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm off school for two weeks.  I don't have any huge plans, but I do have 4 goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my resume laid out in InDesign.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a part time job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work on some side projects for logos etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a couple projects done around the house (I haven't decided which ones yet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;We will see how it goes, cause I still have Anna with me during the day, and I have an enrollment for work going on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got my haircut yesterday.  Fun fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-1619869385723815357?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/1619869385723815357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=1619869385723815357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1619869385723815357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1619869385723815357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-i-know.html' title='i know, i know...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rsrsw3OisXI/AAAAAAAABxI/yS7kVd__o0g/s72-c/helvetica1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-3650272478863556248</id><published>2007-07-27T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:38:56.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>5 lil girls....</title><content type='html'>Since 3pm  yesterday.... nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: i swear to god&lt;br /&gt;Me: 5 lil girls here and they still want ME to entertain them&lt;br /&gt;NoNotZerb: doesnt that piss him off?&lt;br /&gt;Me: just like when its just mine&lt;br /&gt;NoNotZerb: set one on fire, let the others put her out&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;NoNotZerb: always a fun party game&lt;br /&gt;NoNotZerb: "who wants to be on fire next?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: i mean really&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Me: u are too much&lt;br /&gt;NoNotZerb: I skeered myself that time.&lt;br /&gt;NoNotZerb: very weird&lt;br /&gt;NoNotZerb: must be in a butch mood&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-3650272478863556248?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/3650272478863556248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=3650272478863556248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/3650272478863556248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/3650272478863556248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/07/5-lil-girls.html' title='5 lil girls....'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-232114951697660301</id><published>2007-07-24T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:10:11.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>just call me rocky...</title><content type='html'>Cause I started boxing classes tonight.  And not the aerobics shit they do at Bally's, a &lt;a href="http://www.drakesdowntowngym.com/"&gt;real boxing gym&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had a "sleepover" at my old friend &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=154793534"&gt;Heather's&lt;/a&gt; new place, since she is newly single.  We both have two kids about the same age, and her friend &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=30038178"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; came as well, she has a daughter our girls age too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a bottle of Captains that was empty the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reminded me that in my drunken stupor, I had agreed to start boxing on Tues. and Thurs. with them from 10p to 11p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived up to my promise -- and my body already hates me for it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-232114951697660301?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/232114951697660301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=232114951697660301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/232114951697660301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/232114951697660301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-call-me-rocky.html' title='just call me rocky...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5704026590732776032</id><published>2007-07-24T14:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:00:25.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>so what's up with me you ask?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so maybe you didn't ASK, technically, but you did just start reading my blog... so nanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been pretty laid back so far this summer, and I still feel a bit overwhelmed with the kids home.  I've been finding it quite the trial to keep up with life's daily pace as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/06/prop-bet.html"&gt;prop bet&lt;/a&gt; has become a part time job with the time it takes up, but I'm halfway to the goal, so there is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the quarter is now past half over, the pace has quickened, and final projects will be workin' me over shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I have the "work situation" looming over my head.  Since January, I have slowly been working my way out of my current job.  Since I'm self employed I can't just put in a two week notice.  But it seems it is finally starting to work out and I can move on... that also means I have had to start job hunting, which is a whole other ball of wax.  When you have worked for yourself for so long, re entering the workforce is a bit of a leap.  Especially since I would like to continue school full time, but payin' da bills has to take precedence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the biggest leap is how I won't have control over my time any longer.  That will be a big change for me.  I guess my school schedule has somewhat prepared me for it, but working for someone else is something I never thought I would do again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all boils down to the undeniable fact that BEING A GROWN UP SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a wise soul once told me (no not arthur) "around every cloud is... another pile of bs". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, Ima keep pluggin along, because after the transition, at least I'll be doing what I set out to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends, is priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5704026590732776032?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5704026590732776032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5704026590732776032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5704026590732776032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5704026590732776032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-whats-up-with-me-you-ask.html' title='so what&apos;s up with me you ask?'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6004496792415035276</id><published>2007-07-10T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:37:06.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my peeps'/><title type='text'>GET IT</title><content type='html'>GET THEM DRUNK YUPPIE FIREWORKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=301844583213088321&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to know, or affiliate with any of the people in this video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6004496792415035276?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6004496792415035276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6004496792415035276&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6004496792415035276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6004496792415035276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/07/get-it.html' title='GET IT'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5574178206332849259</id><published>2007-07-10T12:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:36:54.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my peeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>oh and btw...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/teebtobb/4th2007"&gt;4th of July pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/teebtobb/MayaCamp2007"&gt;Maya's camp pics&lt;/a&gt; are UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting on my lazy brother in law to get the 4th of July Videos up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I registered for Fall Classes today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RpPAM2VJ6OI/AAAAAAAABmw/hyeZapJXU4Q/s1600-h/fallsched.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RpPAM2VJ6OI/AAAAAAAABmw/hyeZapJXU4Q/s400/fallsched.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085619731206629602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is all healed up and doing fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5574178206332849259?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5574178206332849259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5574178206332849259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5574178206332849259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5574178206332849259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-and-btw.html' title='oh and btw...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RpPAM2VJ6OI/AAAAAAAABmw/hyeZapJXU4Q/s72-c/fallsched.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-361421040070888828</id><published>2007-07-03T09:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:57:55.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>tuesdays suck...</title><content type='html'>Since last Tuesday I have had a string of unfortunate events.  I will attempt to list them here with few details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anna had an ER visit (story already told) last Tuesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My power supply in my desktop went out - this wouldn't be such a bad thing except that it came right after a hard drive crash on my laptop, and the desktop drive has important info I needed off of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dryer broke.  It just won't work.  I bought it last April, just over a year and it's warranty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My (other) garage door broke.  It didn't just break, the motor thingy is attached to a support thingy that came completely off the ceiling, and it is just plain broked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to spend an entire day at my dad's house doing laundry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After repeated calls to my financial aid people at school, turns out I have papers that need to be signed before they release my money.  Only took 4 phone calls over 2 weeks to get that answer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My monthly work check has been delayed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't recover any of my banking records after my HD crash.  This has turned out to be a bigger problem than I had anticipated.  My bank accounts are completely fucked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maya went to summer camp yesterday, and they had her balance screwed up.  I ended up having to pay twice, get refund later, so she could attend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I missed school last Tuesday because of Anna's ER visit.  I emailed my prof Tuesday night:&lt;blockquote&gt;*** On 6/26/2007 7:52:51 PM Teresa White wrote *** Hi Lee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to make class tonight because my daughter had to be taken to the ER.  We didn't leave till almost 7pm.  I will bring a note from the hospital to class next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you let me know if there were any assignments this evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa White&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I received this email from him today (After not hearing from him all week) that was sent out to our whole class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Happy 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be having a class tonight. Bring your scripts and storyboards.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is a real assignment, we will present them to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betcha its a fast class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our TV was damaged by lightning (among a ton of other things) back in April.  We sent it to the TV repair, and had a part on order to have it fixed as of May 2nd.  We still don't have our TV back.  Last week they said the part didn't fix it and they are "having a module rebuilt".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I weighed myself last Friday and lets just say, I was less than impressed.  I kicked up the workouts this week.  I thought exercise was supposed to give you more energy, and make you sleep better.  I'm EXHAUSTED and I had to go buy sleeping pills cause I can't get to sleep at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh and I almost forgot.  My girls started drilling me about what a "period" was.  Of course I obliged and explained, in the most simple terms possible.  Then, of course, pandora's box was opened and Maya wanted to know about sex.  I put Anna in the bath so she wasn't in the conversation anymore and started to explain to Maya when she asks "So then, why do girls suck on boys penises?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Ropf-2VJ4nI/AAAAAAAABWw/_agIHuhdZ0o/s1600-h/6a00c2251ef4e0604a00c225200e778e1d-320pi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Ropf-2VJ4nI/AAAAAAAABWw/_agIHuhdZ0o/s400/6a00c2251ef4e0604a00c225200e778e1d-320pi.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082980662781796978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sersly, just kill me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-361421040070888828?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/361421040070888828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=361421040070888828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/361421040070888828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/361421040070888828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/07/tuesdays-suck.html' title='tuesdays suck...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Ropf-2VJ4nI/AAAAAAAABWw/_agIHuhdZ0o/s72-c/6a00c2251ef4e0604a00c225200e778e1d-320pi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-7808291185210842272</id><published>2007-07-02T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:22:17.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>i'm exhausted...</title><content type='html'>and that's all I have the energy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7808291185210842272?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/7808291185210842272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=7808291185210842272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7808291185210842272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7808291185210842272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-exhausted.html' title='i&apos;m exhausted...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-9215803744414780408</id><published>2007-06-27T08:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:42:55.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>tests...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RoJrLWVJ4OI/AAAAAAAABT4/BgSEBJtyDxY/s1600-h/22195482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RoJrLWVJ4OI/AAAAAAAABT4/BgSEBJtyDxY/s200/22195482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080741172344381666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then life hands us out a test, I usually receive a midterm and final at least once a year.  Not to mention about 12-20 pop quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I took my "mothering" exam, and I failed horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/teebtobb/AnnaSurgery"&gt;Anna had her tonsils out.&lt;/a&gt;  We had to spend the night in the hospital, but she came home early Thursday and seemed to be doing well.  The Doctors and Nurses reminded us about 220 times how important it is that she drinks 6-8 glasses of clear liquids a day, Popsicles, water, sprite, apple juice, etc.  Not just for hydration of her body, but it actually aides in the healing process of her throat, and if she keeps her mouth/throat wet, it will not hurt as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did really well with this the first couple of days, but Saturday, Anna started refusing anything going into her mouth.  The Doc had told us she couldn't use a straw either, so we literally had to try and force feed her liquids.  Every time we did, she would start screaming about how her tongue, mouth, teeth, neck, throat and cheeks hurt, and how she can't even open her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'd try to encourage her, telling her that after she starts drinking all these things will feel better.  I had been to the store and we had 10 different kinds of Popsicles, orange sherbet, pudding, jello, drinks, juices, applesauce and whatever else I could think of to get her to eat.  She would take a bite or two and start screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a really long weekend short, by Sunday night she was completely exhausted, and I put her to bed at 6:30pm, despite her arguing.  She didn't wake up till 9:30 Monday. But that may have  been because of how each night she would wake up 5 or 6 times screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all culminated yesterday, when at around noon she still hadn't been pee and seemed to be feeling worse than ever.  So, I realized I had failed as a good parent to keep her well, and I called her doctor.  They said she was probably dehydrated and I needed to take her to the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I explained to Anna that if she didn't start drinking we were going to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't happy about that, but I swear, when I tried to get her to drink, she wouldn't open her mouth!!  She would stick her tongue in the water and start crying about how bad it hurt!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I broke down and got us all dressed, and headed to the ER in failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna falls asleep in the car (or pretends to) and then makes me carry her into the ER.  We had to wait in line to get signed in and Anna immediately perks up.  We get up to the nurse who starts to ask Anna how she's feeling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Does your throat hurt Anna?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it feels good!  It only hurts sometimes."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, only sometimes... didn't ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta tell ya, since I couldn't beat my child in the ER with out the police being called, I just broke down into tears instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't frakin believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, we wait to get seen by a Doc, Anna wants to play etc.  I'm pissed and won't let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get into an ER room, and she drinks everything they give her, and eats 3 popsicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, a sleep deprived, exhausted, blubbering mess.  Trying to explain to the 3 Doctors and 5 nurses that all come in separately how she's been acting.  They tell me she is mildly dehydrated and they will give her an IV if I want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!  If I want them to?  Who's the Doctor here?  Do I look like I'm in any state to be making decisions?  Ya, ask the mom who couldn't get her kid to drink anything for 3 days, and now can't quit crying for a medical decision.  gg doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explains that it is probably best if they do, because if she goes home and won't drink again she will get much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to be completely honest,  I said yes for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Because I thought she needed it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Because it was gonna hurt, and maybe she'd get it thru her thick head why she needed to be drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it sounds awful, but Anna really thought it was a game.  She was giggling, watching cartoons, making jokes and I was in complete meltdown phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing did come of the trip, the Doc explained that she is on a much smaller dose of her pain meds than she should be, and that I needed to double it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we came home and she started in on the same BS, I can't eat, blah blah.  I give her a cup with a straw even tho the doc said not to use straws, and she got half a cup down and I put her to bed.  I needed bed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems much MUCH better this morning, and has already ate and drank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can get my grade on a curve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-9215803744414780408?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/9215803744414780408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=9215803744414780408&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/9215803744414780408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/9215803744414780408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/06/tests.html' title='tests...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RoJrLWVJ4OI/AAAAAAAABT4/BgSEBJtyDxY/s72-c/22195482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-1445408230418944577</id><published>2007-06-25T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:58:47.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prop bet'/><title type='text'>the prop bet...</title><content type='html'>I promised details on the prop bet I have going with &lt;a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-hail-j.html"&gt;J (aka thehugeguy&lt;/a&gt; for you non- &lt;a href="http://www.fulltiltforum.com/"&gt;effers)&lt;/a&gt; so here are your details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proposition_bet"&gt;PROP BET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose 20lbs. by September 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=com.google:en-US:official&amp;amp;hs=lPz&amp;amp;oi=definer&amp;amp;q=define:table+stakes&amp;amp;defl=en"&gt;STAKES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser will have to get themselves a t shirt that says "I WAS &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pwned"&gt;PWNED&lt;/a&gt; BY (insert winners name here)" get said shirt SOAKING WET, and put said shirt on for a photo shoot.  Send said picture to the WINNER to do with what they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds fun don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a plan, and if J doesn't lose his 20lbs, he might hate me forever, cause well Ima melt off 20lbs like butter in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game on J.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RoBpD_OBIsI/AAAAAAAABTo/cl1K1jG0On4/s1600-h/pwned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RoBpD_OBIsI/AAAAAAAABTo/cl1K1jG0On4/s320/pwned.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080175896904671938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-1445408230418944577?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/1445408230418944577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=1445408230418944577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1445408230418944577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1445408230418944577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/06/prop-bet.html' title='the prop bet...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RoBpD_OBIsI/AAAAAAAABTo/cl1K1jG0On4/s72-c/pwned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-699133151311332867</id><published>2007-06-07T06:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:00:11.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>one last thing before i go...</title><content type='html'>I'm off to Vegas this afternoon and you can &lt;a href="http://pokersluts.blogspot.com/"&gt;check here &lt;/a&gt;for updates on that saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go, I had to get this video up.  I've been running non stop since last Friday and hadn't gotten a chance to post this.  Maya was asked by her principal to speak at a special Teacher's Dinner.  Only the geniuses were asked of coz.  Go on withcher bad self Maya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-6404238874425454315&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-699133151311332867?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/699133151311332867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=699133151311332867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/699133151311332867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/699133151311332867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-last-thing-before-i-go.html' title='one last thing before i go...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5617433968194423127</id><published>2007-06-06T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:02:03.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lightwave 3d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>EXHALE...</title><content type='html'>OK, I can finally let the big breath out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DONE W SCHOOL AND I'M GOING TO VEGAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Lightwave 3D final project.  It sucks the big one, but we weren't really taught to use the program in depth.  So, Bite Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=7701132513479803848&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5617433968194423127?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5617433968194423127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5617433968194423127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5617433968194423127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5617433968194423127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/06/exhale.html' title='EXHALE...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8363692604113874409</id><published>2007-06-04T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:01:12.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>rigged...</title><content type='html'>Sersly, how am I supposed to draw on the computer, when I can't draw on paper?  HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RmSb7_OBGzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/rNTnVRChWXc/s1600-h/IllustratorFinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RmSb7_OBGzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/rNTnVRChWXc/s400/IllustratorFinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072350535210834738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ya can't tell I'm pretty unhappy with my Illustrator final.  But after working for 4 hours on it, that'll do pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  I couldn't take it!  I redid it and i think it looks a bit better&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RmTDH_OBG0I/AAAAAAAABAE/VZ0fXmxWB5I/s1600-h/white.final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RmTDH_OBG0I/AAAAAAAABAE/VZ0fXmxWB5I/s400/white.final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072393622322748226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8363692604113874409?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8363692604113874409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8363692604113874409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8363692604113874409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8363692604113874409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/06/rigged.html' title='rigged...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RmSb7_OBGzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/rNTnVRChWXc/s72-c/IllustratorFinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-1475387985676866408</id><published>2007-06-03T16:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:02:40.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design 3d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Two down, two to go...</title><content type='html'>It is the last week of the quarter, and that means crunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished two of the four- well kinda finished.  The Photoshop still has to be made into a booklet and mounted on a presentation board, oh and printed out, cut down etc.  Hell, thats a whole days work in itself.  The Design 3D still has to have the pictures mounted on presentation board and bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nm, I'm not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshop - I'm not sure how this slideshow is going to embed, but you can always see them &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/teebtobb/FinalPhotoshopProject"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fteebtobb%2Falbumid%2F5071634326579822961%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="96" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D Design -&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/teebtobb/Design3D"&gt; same deal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fteebtobb%2Falbumid%2F5071958489236488737%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="96" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post my Illustrator and Lightwave projects when they are finished&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-1475387985676866408?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/1475387985676866408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=1475387985676866408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1475387985676866408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1475387985676866408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-down-two-to-go.html' title='Two down, two to go...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4411008457913274612</id><published>2007-05-23T07:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:03:16.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Since its Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>And some of you losers are pry at work... here's a lil sumthin sumthin for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:navy;"  &gt;Great Email from  Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:navy;"  &gt;TO: All Employees&lt;br /&gt;RE: Swearing at  work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been brought to management's attention that some  individuals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:navy;"  &gt;throughout the company have  been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their  co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to complaints received from some employees who may be  easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:blue;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:navy;"  &gt;offended, this type of  language will no longer be tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do, however, realize the  critical importance of being able to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:blue;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:navy;"  &gt;accurately express your  feelings when communicating with co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, a list of 18 New  and Innovative "TRY SAYING" phrases have been provided so that proper exchange  of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) TRY  SAYING: I think you could use more training.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: You don't know what  the f___ you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) TRY SAYING: She's an aggressive  go-getter.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: She's a f___ing bit__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) TRY SAYING: Perhaps I  can work late.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: And when the f___ do you expect me to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) TRY SAYING: I'm certain that isn't feasible.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: No  f___ing way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) TRY SAYING: Really?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: You've got to be  sh___ing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) TRY SAYING: Perhaps you should check with...&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD  OF: Tell someone who gives a sh__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) TRY SAYING: I wasn't involved in  the project.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: It's not my f___ing problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) TRY SAYING:  That's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: What the f___?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) TRY SAYING: I'm not  sure this can be implemented.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: This sh__ won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  TRY SAYING: I'll try to schedule that.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Why the f___ didn't you  tell me sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) TRY SAYING: He's not familiar with the  issues.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: He's got his head up his a__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) TRY SAYING:  Excuse me, sir?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Eat sh__ and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) TRY SAYING: So you  weren't happy with it?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Kiss my a__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) TRY SAYING: I'm a  bit overloaded at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: F__ it, I'm on salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)  TRY SAYING: I don't think you understand.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Shove it up your a__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) TRY SAYING: I love a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: This f___ing job  sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) TRY SAYING: You want me to take care of that?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF:  Who the f___ died and made you boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) TRY SAYING: He's somewhat  insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: He's a pr_ck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4411008457913274612?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4411008457913274612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4411008457913274612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4411008457913274612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4411008457913274612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/05/since-its-wednesday.html' title='Since its Wednesday...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4826722646230913516</id><published>2007-05-18T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T01:35:40.312-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>for posterity sake...</title><content type='html'>So, I had a good birthday (altho I cant wait for VEGAS BAYBEE!) but iits 2:30 am , im a bit drunkish.  I sat at the FTF table w $10 and left w $50.  If that aint a bday present I dont know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, for posterity sake, this is the song I heard last before I went to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny Kravitz- Just Be A Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me&lt;br /&gt;How should I be to you ?&lt;br /&gt;You ask me&lt;br /&gt;To tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;You ask me&lt;br /&gt;How can I make it through ?&lt;br /&gt;You want me&lt;br /&gt;But don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;And I just want you to&lt;br /&gt;Be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be a woman&lt;br /&gt;Just be a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me&lt;br /&gt;How can I make you smile ?&lt;br /&gt;You ask me&lt;br /&gt;How can I make it right ?&lt;br /&gt;But darling&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look inside&lt;br /&gt;The answers are within your own mind&lt;br /&gt;And I just want you to be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be a woman&lt;br /&gt;That's all you got to do&lt;br /&gt;Just be a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be a woman&lt;br /&gt;Do what you got to do&lt;br /&gt;Just be a woman&lt;br /&gt;That's all you got to do&lt;br /&gt;Just be a woman&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got to say&lt;br /&gt;Just be a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as I write this another song came on my ipod (GOD DAMN IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHES -PEPPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been so long&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to breathe when the trust is gone&lt;br /&gt;A face of steal&lt;br /&gt;Just melts away in the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a lot to weigh so weigh it&lt;br /&gt;If you got a lot to say just say it&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t you tired of wastin fuel?&lt;br /&gt;So now I hand the fuse to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burn it all&lt;br /&gt;Let’s burn it all&lt;br /&gt;Let fire fall&lt;br /&gt;Let fire fall&lt;br /&gt;What’s done is done&lt;br /&gt;It’s in the past&lt;br /&gt;Its ashes&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of you&lt;br /&gt;You’re tired of me&lt;br /&gt;I hate the things you said to me&lt;br /&gt;Now here’s your chance to take it back&lt;br /&gt;Its ashes&lt;br /&gt;Ash, ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should drive home&lt;br /&gt;Far from sober&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t have a rubber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a lot to weigh so weigh it&lt;br /&gt;If you got a lot to say just say it&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t you tired of wastin fuel?&lt;br /&gt;So now I hand the fuse to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run away just to see&lt;br /&gt;How much it really means to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell has been washin your brain?&lt;br /&gt;Just lose the girl&lt;br /&gt;And start again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then, maybe then&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then, maybe then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s burn it all&lt;br /&gt;Let’s burn it all&lt;br /&gt;Let fire fall&lt;br /&gt;Let fire fall&lt;br /&gt;What’s done is done&lt;br /&gt;It’s in the past&lt;br /&gt;Its ashes&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of you&lt;br /&gt;You’re tired of me&lt;br /&gt;I hate the things you said to me&lt;br /&gt;Now here’s your chance to take it back&lt;br /&gt;Its ashes&lt;br /&gt;Oh its ashes&lt;br /&gt;Ashes&lt;br /&gt;Its ashes x3&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh its ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnite 20's... it was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4826722646230913516?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4826722646230913516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4826722646230913516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4826722646230913516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4826722646230913516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-posterity-sake.html' title='for posterity sake...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6379804325379853894</id><published>2007-05-17T07:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:05:13.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>30 things you may or may not know about me on my 30th birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkxJj6J3wII/AAAAAAAAA50/7hRq1Y6FK7M/s1600-h/clippitnk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkxJj6J3wII/AAAAAAAAA50/7hRq1Y6FK7M/s320/clippitnk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065504562139873410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to read back one post to get the first 11, but here are the rest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** disclaimer, just because I mention things here, doesn't mean I'm proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#12 – Even tho I was a complete degenerate in High School I somehow made it onto Student Senate for a year and we did one of those “Trust Camps” where you have to do a purdy dangerous obstacle course and rely on the people with you to get thru.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had to climb on high wires thru trees and even did a 200+ foot zip line.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#13- My first job was at&lt;a href="http://www.friendlys.com/"&gt; Friendly’s&lt;/a&gt;, I was 15.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is also where I met my “other” friend Heather, whom I’m glad to say is no longer my friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#14 – I was arrested for shoplifting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that wasn’t the half of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The cop found papers in my purse and told my mom what they were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to go to court and everything! (again, Heather was with me)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#15 – I was into theater productions in high school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did a lot of back stage stuff, prop crew, stage crew, and costume crew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The highlight was when I was the Student Director for Arsenic and Old Lace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a blast. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#16 – I played Volleyball until my senior year in high school, when partying took precedence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was purdy good too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#17 – I bungee jumped when I was a senior in high school on our senior trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a HILARIOUS video of it, but alas it’s on VHS so no posting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I also went on my first white water rafting trip on my senior trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a hot (and when I say hot I mean HAWT) rafting guide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we had to paddle he would say “STROKE STROKE STROKE” and made us say it with him, uhhuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#18 –  I have freckles, lots of em.  I also had RED RED hair when I was a lil girl.  The older I get the darker it gets (thank god).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkxMc6J3wJI/AAAAAAAAA58/VgWSwvbici0/s1600-h/tattoo+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkxMc6J3wJI/AAAAAAAAA58/VgWSwvbici0/s200/tattoo+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065507740415672466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#19 – When I turned 18 I felt the need to express my independence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did so by getting a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; tattoo and my belly button pierced.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#20 – I partook in spring break festivities in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Daytona&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is where I acquired a fond taste for Tequila, and met two life long friends, &lt;a href="http://syncore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vince&lt;/a&gt; and Mike.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#21 – I moved out of my house 1 month after graduating high school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was 18 and moved to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Columbus&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to go to OSU.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t wait to get out of my house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked for my graduation present to be rent thru summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I moved out with my car loaded with all my possessions and $4 in my pocket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, I moved back in with my mom and dad 3 years later.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkxJPKJ3wHI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WAyv6kLyEws/s1600-h/kilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkxJPKJ3wHI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WAyv6kLyEws/s200/kilt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065504205657587826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#22 – My lifelong friends I mentioned earlier (from spring break) invited me on a trip thru &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a few of my friends from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Columbus&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to go as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Netherlands&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was drunkish 80% of the time (what can I say, wine is $2 a bottle in most of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since then I have been to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#23 – I truly feel my life didn’t begin till I had Maya in 1999.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was 22 when she was born, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; most of my life prior is a bit of a blur, especially my years in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Columbus&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a single moment I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkxInaJ3wFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/hhWO-GPURk8/s1600-h/Little_Maya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkxInaJ3wFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/hhWO-GPURk8/s320/Little_Maya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065503522757787730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; realized that life isn’t about what you do and where you go, but about who you love and who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; loves you back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also realized, in that moment, how much my parents loved me and we have been best friends ever since.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember my mom saying to me once “I don’t know what you did with Teresa, but tell her we like you better”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#24 – The only time I’ve ever been in an actual physical fight was with my “other” friend Heather (you know the one I’m glad I’m no longer friends with).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll make a long story short and just tell you that she had a drinking/drug problem, and after going out with her one night, as I put Maya in her car seat (she was just a baby) to go home, Heather attacked me from behind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t spoken to her since.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#25 – For those of you who think I have always been a lush, here’s the truth of it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya, before kids I drank quite a bit (but hey I wasn’t even 21 yet!), but after Maya I rarely drank.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alcohol didn’t set well with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Beer made my hands and feet swell (still does) and wine made me fall asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the time I didn’t have much will power to go buy bottle of alcohol, so I settled with not drinking much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s only been for the past 2 years or so that I’ve become fond of the drink again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And you can blame my brother for that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#26 – By the time I was 22 I had worked at:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Friendly’s, Cracker Barrell, The Cooker, Dayton Opera, Shuckin Shack, Lou’s Drive Thru and a couple temp places.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since then I’ve had two jobs, one at a Lighting store laying out lighting for new homes and an insurance rep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#27 – &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#28 – Although I have found a few exceptions, I really do feel men (for the most part) are idiots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please, for your sake, don’t try to argue this point with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’ll lose.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#29 – When I was a kid I wanted to grow up and be… THE FIRST WOMAN PRESIDENT… such high aspirations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Little did I know I’d be 30 and still 4 years away from my first Bachelors Degree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But seriously, I had it all planned out, how I’d join the airforce, do volunteer work, become Mayor etc etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#30 – If I could do anything, you know, like if I won a brazillian dollars in the lottery or something… I would buy homes for my whole family on some paradise island, but spend most of my time traveling the world with my girls, taking most of the time to do aid work (and of course stopping to play poker along the way). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6379804325379853894?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6379804325379853894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6379804325379853894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6379804325379853894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6379804325379853894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/05/30-things-you-may-or-may-not-know-about.html' title='30 things you may or may not know about me on my 30th birthday...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkxJj6J3wII/AAAAAAAAA50/7hRq1Y6FK7M/s72-c/clippitnk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5778741020924120479</id><published>2007-05-16T13:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:05:56.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>don't touch me there Sheila!!</title><content type='html'>I was &lt;a href="http://gadzooks64.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged.html"&gt;tagged by Sheila&lt;/a&gt;, and it is actually a good thing because I was working on a post for my THIRTIETH BIRTHDAY "30 things you didn't know about me".  I got bored about #11 and stopped.  Besides, if it bored me, imagine how much you will hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this is some sort of evil chain mail type thing and I'm supposed to TAG some other people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, SEVEN things I didn't know about YOU: I tag &lt;a href="http://syncore.blogspot.com/"&gt;VINCE&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lillian2611.blogspot.com/"&gt;LILLIAN&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://theliberalgambler.com/WordPress/"&gt;SQUIB&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://steel247.blogspot.com/"&gt;STEELER&lt;/a&gt; AND &lt;a href="http://www.polenblog.com/"&gt;DRSUCKOUT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here's mine, but you get 11 things, cause I just happened to have it handy.  (you may or may not get the other 19 tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#1 – I was born in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dayton&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Maryland&lt;/st1:state&gt;, and when I was 3 months old we moved to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dayton&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ohio&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My parents were so risky!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#2 – When I was little my nick name was TT.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya, TT.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, some people that have known me since then (ie: family and old family friends) still call me that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was derived from my bad walking skills when a toddler.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Evidently I wobbled back n forth (or waddled) and it reminded my mom of a Weeble Wobble, which dawned the nickname Teebletobbles but she don’t tobble down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or in short TT.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, in fact, that’s why people call me “T” to this day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember my mom telling me stories about when people would call me Teresa when I was a kid, and I’d say “My name isn’t Teresa, it’s TT”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#3 – I am the youngest of 3 children, I have an older brother Dave (4 yrs my elder) and an older sister, Bethany, who is 1 year and 5 months older.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#4 – I was an “OOPS” baby, not an accident mind you, a SURPRISE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, this is a lesson to all you moms that may have recently given birth, you CAN get pregnant while nursing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#5 – I sucked my thumb till I was about 8, and my parents have the dentist bills to prove it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was suckered (pun intended) into quitting by my parents promising me a trip to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; if I would quit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I came back to them saying, that if I could have my birthday party that year at Disney World we had a deal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, imagine an 8 year olds idea of a birthday party at Disney World.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are talking Mickey Mouse and Cinderella singing me Happy Birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But instead, I got a trip to Disney World, no birthday party there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so conned, but I haven’t sucked my thumb since.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#6 – In the second grade I got married to Matt Haupt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wonder what he’s up to, I think I should look him up for alimony.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#7 – In the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade I broke my arm on a skateboard, and my mom didn’t take me to the doctor for a week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She thought I was faking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#8 – I was a tomboy when a kid, and my mom kept my hair short cause I was always getting it tangled etc, which in turn made people think I was a boy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My comeback when I was called a “he” on a daily basis was “I’m a girl, DUH, I have ears pierced!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#9 – I was the preacher’s kid till I was 15.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a bleak existence that warped me for the rest of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We remind my parents of it daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#10 – I snuck out of my house for the first time when I was 13.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kept an old chair outside my window to climb down on when doing my sneaking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One night I forgot to put the chair back and my Dad found it outside my window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My excuse was that I was cleaning the windows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he noticed they were still dirty, I said, “Well, a friend came over just as I was getting started and I forgot about it”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He believed me till about a month later when I was brought home by the cops after we had snuck out again and the guy who was driving us got pulled over and taken to jail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OOPS.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;#11 – My best friend Heather was with me during the above incident.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After it, my parents told my school they didn’t want Heather and I in the same classes anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was their futile attempt to make us not be friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite the next 4 years of high school being in different classes, we are still friends to this day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5778741020924120479?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5778741020924120479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5778741020924120479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5778741020924120479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5778741020924120479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-touch-me-there-sheila.html' title='don&apos;t touch me there Sheila!!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5406341094418998122</id><published>2007-05-14T14:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:06:28.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Let's Go Shoppin!</title><content type='html'>Ya know, I see silly pictures on the internet all the time, especially when I &lt;a href="http://stumbleupon.com/"&gt;Stumble&lt;/a&gt;.  But the picture I'm showing you now is a store in my town.  It was called Fulmer's Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fulmer's building was bought by Hock's Pharmacy (another local gig) and Hock's started having the sign changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rki5AESBQII/AAAAAAAAA4E/WP6zkCvDGJc/s1600-h/Fulmers+Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rki5AESBQII/AAAAAAAAA4E/WP6zkCvDGJc/s320/Fulmers+Sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064501191778582658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5406341094418998122?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5406341094418998122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5406341094418998122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5406341094418998122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5406341094418998122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-intertubes-are-achin.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Shoppin!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rki5AESBQII/AAAAAAAAA4E/WP6zkCvDGJc/s72-c/Fulmers+Sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-1941106461705244854</id><published>2007-05-13T11:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:06:49.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>bored?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'll go with YES since you're reading my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do &lt;a href="http://www.ilike.com/challenge"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; instead.  Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx &lt;a href="http://theliberalgambler.com/WordPress/"&gt;Squib&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-1941106461705244854?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/1941106461705244854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=1941106461705244854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1941106461705244854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1941106461705244854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/05/bored.html' title='bored?'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4142515133206920912</id><published>2007-05-13T09:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:07:17.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mom's rule...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkcnxESBQDI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rpPMcsCQpDE/s1600-h/A12104C-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkcnxESBQDI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rpPMcsCQpDE/s320/A12104C-md.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064060029917806642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took 8 years, but this morning, for the first time EVER I woke up to a clean house (that was NOT my doing), coffee and a yummy breakfast.  I might be getting this crew of mine trained after all!!!  I wanted to sleep in, but how can I withstand the wiles of two beautiful  and sweet little girls waking me up to give me PRESENTS!  I'm not that strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly, I want to say Happy Mother's Day to two of the best mom's ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis.  Not only is she beautiful, smart, funny and loving, but she's easily chasing me down for the best Mom ever award.  Not to mention, she made me my first niece, and the cutest baby EVER!  Even tho this is technically her first Mother's Day, she has been a second mom to my girls since they were born.  I don't know what I would do without my family's support and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rkcov0SBQEI/AAAAAAAAA3w/2mU4dMdxTE8/s1600-h/betteandharper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rkcov0SBQEI/AAAAAAAAA3w/2mU4dMdxTE8/s320/betteandharper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064061107954597954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, what woman could possibly compete with the woman who brought you ME?!  Ya, that's what I thought.  A role model, a rock, a wonderful Mother and the best GRANNY anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkcqMESBQFI/AAAAAAAAA34/NEtIcI6oVzE/s1600-h/christmas06+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkcqMESBQFI/AAAAAAAAA34/NEtIcI6oVzE/s320/christmas06+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064062692797530194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, don't forget today to take a moment to say thanks to the woman in your life who does things every day to make your life what it is, things you don't even notice.  You have no idea how much you are loved by your Mom, until you are one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4142515133206920912?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4142515133206920912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4142515133206920912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4142515133206920912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4142515133206920912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/05/moms-rule.html' title='Mom&apos;s rule...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkcnxESBQDI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rpPMcsCQpDE/s72-c/A12104C-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8344849452488045720</id><published>2007-05-09T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T08:52:23.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>a lil bit o dis...</title><content type='html'>Been busy as usual, school is good, getting good with Photoshop and Illustrator which is FUN! This quarter is much less stressful than last quarter, and I find myself not working quite as hard, and I also find myself getting grades that reflect that (OMGWTF B's!) but I think I can pull out the ol A's by the end of the quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I turn THIRTY next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro was over yesterday and told me about a show called &lt;a href="http://pokersluts.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-good-stuff.html"&gt;I Bet You&lt;/a&gt; with Antonio Esfandiari and Phil Laak.  Just go &lt;a href="http://pokersluts.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-good-stuff.html"&gt;watch it&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself, I can't wait to see the rest of the episodes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I turn 30 next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever wondered what SEVEN YARDS of mulch looks like, now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkHL-0SBP4I/AAAAAAAAA2U/169Bdw2Coi4/s1600-h/100_2454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkHL-0SBP4I/AAAAAAAAA2U/169Bdw2Coi4/s320/100_2454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062551736187699074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for those who really want to be "in the know" it's all still sitting there in the same pile it was delivered in, and pry will be for another couple weeks.  I gots other things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I turn THIRTY next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn &lt;a href="http://gadzooks64.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheila &lt;/a&gt;and her kids, ever since our visit last year, every day its warm out my kids bug me to do this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkHM-0SBP5I/AAAAAAAAA2c/daHDtjvhV_Y/s1600-h/100_2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkHM-0SBP5I/AAAAAAAAA2c/daHDtjvhV_Y/s320/100_2456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062552835699326866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good thing Sam's  Club sells big ass cans of Country Time Lemonade for relative cheapness.  Keeps the lil suckers happy while I play poker :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I turn THIRTY next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years of doctor visits we finally got word from Anna's ENT that she needs her tonsils out.  Somewhat happy about this, since it's such an issue for her, and somewhat weirded out by it, it is surgery after all.  But in the long run, it will be so much better for her.  I'll pry schedule it for the Wednesday after my Vegas trip (woot VEGAS) which is June 13th, again for those of you who wanna be "in the know".  This works out cause she will be out of school (doc said 2 week recovery time) and the first half of summer quarter I only have one class a week.  Also, my mom and dad are leaving that Friday for 3 weeks in WA state, so they will be able to be here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I turn 30... 30! next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Vegas... less than a month till we go!  I'm really excited, I mean it's not often that a mother of 2 kids gets to take off to VEGAS, ALONE!  Ok, so I did it for 9 days last year, but hey those were special circumstances :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did I mention, my birthday is next week?  I take cash... for those of you who want to be "in the know".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8344849452488045720?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8344849452488045720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8344849452488045720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8344849452488045720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8344849452488045720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/05/lil-bit-o-dis.html' title='a lil bit o dis...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RkHL-0SBP4I/AAAAAAAAA2U/169Bdw2Coi4/s72-c/100_2454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8049388779288401113</id><published>2007-04-28T16:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:08:16.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>i hope...</title><content type='html'>someone visits my blog today... cause my blog stats is skeery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;specially when I'm about to leave for poker night at Bill's.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RjO9d0SBO6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/R3WkxEkfUuc/s1600-h/666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RjO9d0SBO6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/R3WkxEkfUuc/s400/666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058595126415276962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couldn't be a good sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8049388779288401113?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8049388779288401113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8049388779288401113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8049388779288401113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8049388779288401113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hope.html' title='i hope...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RjO9d0SBO6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/R3WkxEkfUuc/s72-c/666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4177986446883534164</id><published>2007-04-18T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:09:20.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>a day in the life of an idiot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RiZeb9Rem9I/AAAAAAAAAtk/94sMg-YN7KI/s1600-h/idiot.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RiZeb9Rem9I/AAAAAAAAAtk/94sMg-YN7KI/s320/idiot.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054831466167311314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;*warning the beginning of this post contains a bit of sarcasm*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I am nearly perfect, I realize this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But phenomena are known to occur in these parts, and some days my brain just overloads with “perfectness” and goes “idiot” on me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Yesterday was one of those days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I would just like to go on record as saying, those days suck.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;It began at 7am, the normal wake up time when my girls were less than overjoyed to have to get out of bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maya finally tumbled out and started on her breakfast that I had to serve WATER with because my dear husband failed to get milk while we were out of town for 4 days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pop tarts and water… mmm mmm mmm delish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took over 15 minutes later I finally drag Anna out of bed and was all frustrated with her because while I was trying to get lunches made, her out of bed and coffee brewed I couldn’t find the lunch sacks AFTER I had made lunches and now had to track down lunch money.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t bring myself to just pack them in plastic grocery sacks; I guess I’m just not that ghetto.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After cussing out the husband under my breath for failing to replenish the lunch sacks too, I saw out of the shadows of the wood cabinets, a bump, which turned out to be the lunch sacks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NH idiot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;This is when I realize it is Tuesday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya, you know, that day of the week that comes once a week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The day of the week since August Maya has been picked up by her grandma who works at her school that day, the day of the week Anna gets to sleep in a bit cause her school starts 30 mins later than Maya’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I had been skitso mommy for no reason… nh idiot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;But surely I can get the kids dressed right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to fight Anna who keeps trying to whine to me about something, but of course we have a rule that Mom doesn’t listen to whining.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It takes her till I have her completely dressed in her uniform to quit whining when she finally spits out what she was trying to tell me “I have gym today mommy, I have to wear my gym clothes”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NH idiot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I finally get Maya off with my mom, with a lunch and drive Anna to school, in her correct clothes with a lunch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I had school at 10am which means a departure time of 9:30, and since I had a brazillian little things to get done before I showered I was in a bit of a rush.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get home from dropping off Anna (at least I took her to the right school) and start on some phone calls, and getting the kitchen cleaned up when a call beeps in around 8:40.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I should have let it go, but I answered it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Mind you I’m already running late, I’ve already come to peace with the fact that this will be a quick shower and sparse make-up to get to class on time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also remember, that I don’t have a strong liking for Anna’s teacher because she is so anal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And of course it’s Anna’s teacher on the phone:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Me: Hello.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Her: Mrs. White?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Her: This is Miss. Sharpe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Me: Oh, Hi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Her: Anna is in her gym clothes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Me: I know, it’s gym day. (wtf is this bitch whining about now)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Her: We have a field trip today, and she has to be in uniform.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wasn’t at school yesterday so you didn’t get the note that went home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Me: Well I’m about to leave for school and I can’t get it to her, so she will just have to go in her gym uniform. (how the f am I supposed to know this?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Her: Well, we sent home a note last week too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She can’t go if she’s not in uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Here’s where my idiot brain starts to go thru the information I have and this is what it knows:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I could call my dad and ask him to take it to      her, but he’s pry at work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;If I’m over 15 mins late to class I will be      marked absent whether I show up or not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;If I drive her uniform to school I will be at &lt;b style=""&gt;least&lt;/b&gt; 30 mins late to class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;WTF?!?! She’s in a school uniform, just not her      dress, what is this ho’s major malfunction.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Her: Hello, Ms. White??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Me: Ya, I’m here, I’m trying to figure out a solution… what are you going to do with her if she can’t go?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Her: Someone will have to pick her up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Me: When are you leaving?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Her: In five minutes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;(well thanks for the damn notice)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Me: Well, I’ll have to figure something out, I’ll call you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;CLICK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Now mama is pissed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I do the drill and call my dad, he is at work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And now my idiot brain is not only in idiot mode, but in pissed mama mode, and it figures that if I’m going to be absent to my class anyhow and they will have left for the trip by the time I got there, I may as well just go pick her up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My dad will be home by 11:30 and can watch her in time for my 1pm class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So, I go to her school, they haven’t left, they aren’t even ready to leave, and mama is more pissed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are THREE other kids in their gym uniforms too!! So I snatch Anna out of her class and get her book bag and leave.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Of course Anna is crying cause she’s not going on her field trip and her idiot mother didn’t bring her uniform with her just in case they hadn’t left yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I take her home, give her candy and let her ride her bike and play w sidewalk chalk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So, now I have to email my Illustrator instructor and let him know I’m not going to be there and attach my assignment that is due so I don’t get a zero on that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get in my bag to get my USB drive and its not there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I check a few other bags, purses etc since we had been on a trip, nada.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize I must have left my brand spankin new FOUR GIG usb drive in a computer on Thursday at school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which means my brand new FOUR GIG usb drive is now someone else’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I redo my illustrator work and get the email off to the prof.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I send out two other emails to the profs that would have had my usb drive turned into them, had it been turned in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But my usb drive had all my school work on it, including the photoshop assignment I was going to finish on my 1.5 hour break that day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m so screwed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I proceeded to not turn in my city taxes, sit on hold w the dentist office for 28 minutes only to get up from the speaker phone to get my dogs to quit barking, forgetting I was on hold, and when I come back , they had answered finally, and hung up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I sat on hold for another 26 mins when I called back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I was somewhat pacified by the fact that at least I would have time to leave early for school and bet my Foam Core for our project in Design 3D, until I forgot about that too, and ended up leaving late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I proceeded to drive to school instead of the art store, and turn around to go get my foam core.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(which btw, we didn’t even use in class)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Finally, I’m on my way home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m exhausted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no radio on, I’m not talking on the phone, but my idiot brain is in some other world because when it comes back to the world of driving a vehicle it sees that it is going full speed into a white work van that is at a complete stop in front of it, about 40 feet away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I slam on my brakes and realize I’m not going to stop in time, so I turn up on the curb (or fly as the case may be) and get out alive and safe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so lucky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was on a main street with poles all along the side, but where I went on the curb was a driveway, with no one walking thank goodness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Today I’m just happy that day is over, and I can return to my perfect self.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4177986446883534164?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4177986446883534164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4177986446883534164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4177986446883534164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4177986446883534164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-in-life-of-idiot.html' title='a day in the life of an idiot...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RiZeb9Rem9I/AAAAAAAAAtk/94sMg-YN7KI/s72-c/idiot.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-133571094414802662</id><published>2007-04-14T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T08:11:48.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>did I mention?</title><content type='html'>Sheila drinks DECAFFINATED coffee.  What's the point in that I ask you!!  I drank it last time I was here and I don't remember it bothering me at all.  But then last time Sheila brewed the coffee, this time I'm up first and I brewed the coffee, OK so It's my fault but I'm going to blame it on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll have to take her up on her offer to hit Wally World today and get some high octane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm trying to convince my husband that he can accomplish things over the weekend with out me there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KhanJOE: so i spent 8$ on a 6 pack of guiness on the way home from work yesterday....but didnt have any yet...i was in bed by 10:30 last night&lt;br /&gt;KhanME: good for u&lt;br /&gt;KhanME: im sure youll get rid of it before the weekend is over&lt;br /&gt;KhanME: our tax return came in if you want to go get the bikes and a faucet today&lt;br /&gt;KhanJOE: where did you want me to put the bikes? dont you think we might need the mini van?&lt;br /&gt;KhanME: hmm&lt;br /&gt;KhanME: u could borrow my moms truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crickets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love on the internet.  It is such a beautiful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-133571094414802662?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/133571094414802662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=133571094414802662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/133571094414802662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/133571094414802662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/04/did-i-mention.html' title='did I mention?'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-7547321409437111066</id><published>2007-04-02T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:28:47.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>omgwtf a post!</title><content type='html'>And I can't even think of anything remotely interesting to say.  It is sad really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an epiphany this morning.  I realized how boring my life actually is.  I was thinking to myself "I should really blog today, but wait, I don't know what to blog about". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So read on, and you will see how exciting my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm rang this morning and I freaked out.  It was 7:30!!  My alarm should ring at 7am, but Maya went on a school trip on Wednesday of last week, and since Anna goes to school a half hour later than her, we were able to sleep in for 3 days, and I had reset my alarm.  I actually forgot to set it for Friday morning, but good thing I have my auto snooze (aka Anna) to wake me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow I jump outta bed, throw the girls door open and exclaim that "It's time to get up! And we overslept!" but as I head into the living room and see the two clocks in view that say 6:30am it dawns on me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REWIND TO SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I slept till almost 10 am!  My kids weren't even asleep!  It was amazing.  When I rolled over and saw the time I made Joe get out of bed to make sure the chillins were still breathing.  They were alive, and I decided to get up and start downloading some &lt;a href="http://www.gsn.com/specific_page_elements.php?link_id=S82"&gt;HSP&lt;/a&gt;.  I saw Joe get on AIM which meant he was out in the garage smokin' things up.  So I started to joke around with him, telling him that since he got to sleep till 10am two days in a row (the lazy ass) he should come in and make breakfast for us.  That's when he told me he hadn't slept till 10am it was only 9am.  I looked at a couple of clocks, and it was one of those rare moments when Joe was right.  I was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that somehow my bedroom clock was set ahead an hour.  So I filed it in one of my many brain folders and went on with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST FORWARD BACK TO WHERE I LEFT OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I had never reset my clock.  So I tell the girls it was a false alarm and that they could sleep another 30 mins.  Of course THEY could, but I had already worked myself up enough that there was no going back to sleep for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the new quarter last week.  I like my schedule.  Tues and Thurs I go all day and I have one class on Wednesday evenings.   So, there is a lot more free time and my weekends won't be so hectic since I have Monday's (with no one here) to catch up on work as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One class will be tough, Design 3D, cause there is drawing involved, mixed with a lil geometry, which = T brain overload.  But, I am thankful that I have a good prof for that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker sucks when you're losing.  And I'm losing bad.  Donations welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is here!  And I love it.  I even cleaned my windows this morning, and I think it's the first time I've ever done that.  But the dirty windows were cloggin up the Spring view.  No flowers have bloomed yet, but lots of green poppin out of the ground.  I planted a heckton of bulbs in the fall, and I can't wait to see how they look !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday season is around the corner, starting with my Mom next week, the Joe the following.  I'm sure he wants some computer gadget, but I'm getting his ass a bike.  And, yes, to be fair, I'm getting my (bigger) ass a bike too.  Like either of us need more computer gadgets as an excuse to sit on our asses more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls spring break is next week.  They are taking a trip to Gatlinburg for a few days with my Mom and Dad.  When they get back we are taking a few day trip to the great state of Illinois to Sheila's house.  I hear there's two awesome kids there that are gonna pwn us with their Tae Kwon Do skillzzzz.  And I'm hoping their mom will hook me up with some bowling lessons while I'm there.  Cause ya know, I can bowl an 80 with some regularity, but there's always room for improvement I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/teebtobb/Easter2007"&gt;Easter Pics of girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/scooter7519/Harper32507"&gt;Pics of Harper &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and my spring break week.  I spent my week attempting to clear bonus on Full Tilt, which btw, didn't go too well.  I also got my tax stuff together and finally sent it off to the accountant.  I can't wait to get my tax return back!!  I'm gonna buy 8 yards of mulch!!  fun fun fun!!!  I paid bills, and went to parent teacher conferences, argued with the City of Dayton about what taxes I've paid etc etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Joe just called on his morning break at work (his job sucks ass btw) and I was telling him about the clock.  He said his was set ahead an hour too!  And then we realized.... it's the end of the world.  Oh wait no, it was the Daylight Savings Time old change.  So, that's what did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing... DAVE IF YOU'RE READING THIS, SEND ME THE PICTURES DAMN IT!  NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7547321409437111066?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/7547321409437111066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=7547321409437111066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7547321409437111066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7547321409437111066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/04/omgwtf-post.html' title='omgwtf a post!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8392475796483291704</id><published>2007-03-18T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:22:56.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>updateage...</title><content type='html'>We all know I love poker.  Even the people that read this that don't play poker, know I love poker.  So although I will never quit running my big trap about poker, you won't hear much of it here anymore.  I'll be doing all my poker posts over on &lt;a href="http://pokersluts.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Pokerslut blog&lt;/a&gt;.  So, add it to yer google readerness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good change.  There are quite a few people (extended family mainly) that I've steered clear of sharing my blog address with.  Maybe I'll even clean up the language a bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAAAAWH :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to see &lt;a href="http://300themovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;300&lt;/a&gt; yesterday.  And quite frankly, no wonder we pirate movies.  Don't get me wrong, the movie was good.  I mean how can you go wrong with &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=fWzCdxhgFEU"&gt;two hours of impeccable man flesh&lt;/a&gt; being displayed, but my god was that theater awful.  I paid $5 for popcorn that wasn't even popped fresh.  It came out of a big plastic bag and then they put plastic butter on it.  And let's not even get started on the screen.  My 60" TV at home is better.  Not to mention, I don't even want to know what I was sitting in.  And every time blood squirted out of someone I had the boob crew behind me "DAYUM AAAAAWWWWW DAWG WOOOOOO".  That theater is off the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But HELLO (you'll want to click that and have a closer look ladies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rf06Oo2eaLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/te1Hkk7DNM8/s1600-h/070307_300movie_hmed_1p.hlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rf06Oo2eaLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/te1Hkk7DNM8/s400/070307_300movie_hmed_1p.hlarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043251180883306674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the weekend draws to a close I'm starting to realize that I won't be having much of a spring break.  I've really gotten behind in things since I started school, our taxes aren't even done.  Not that I do my own taxes, but I haven't even pulled all the stuff together to give to my accountant.  SIGH.  And so much work to catch up on, plus house stuff etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a grown up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, /me gots straight A's this quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am totally excited about school next quarter.  I already got my books in the mail (you can order them online now, how kewl is that) and I did my first Photoshop chapter.  Trust me I'm not an over-achiever, I just think this stuff is fun!  If you check out &lt;a href="http://pokersluts.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Pokerslut blog&lt;/a&gt;, you will see the pic of Sheila and I, that was made using my Photoshop book for school.  I wanted to actually merge the two, but I haven't gotten that far yet!  I also made the banner for the page as well in Photoshop.  I found &lt;a href="http://www.teamphotoshop.com/tut_photoshop/tutorials/text/chromebase_6/tut_chrome.php"&gt;a nice site&lt;/a&gt; that gave instructions on how to do that metallic effect.  The intertubes has so many Photoshop tutorials, it's really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also taking Adobe Illustrator CS2 class and Digital Animation which teaches the program Lightwave 3D (which &lt;a href="http://www.newtek.com/lightwave/profiles/300/index.php"&gt;they actually used in the movie 300&lt;/a&gt;).  I'm not sure how good I'd be at animation or how interested I'd be in it, so the class will be interesting.  But if I can make something &lt;a href="http://www.newtek.com/lightwave/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=205"&gt;like this &lt;/a&gt;one day, that'd be fun :) One downside is that I'm taking Design 3D as well, which I've heard is equivalent to my Typography class on the frustration scale.  yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it.  Life piddles on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8392475796483291704?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8392475796483291704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8392475796483291704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8392475796483291704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8392475796483291704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/03/updateage.html' title='updateage...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rf06Oo2eaLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/te1Hkk7DNM8/s72-c/070307_300movie_hmed_1p.hlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-1937495923686792090</id><published>2007-03-16T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:27:57.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crappe'/><title type='text'>my dna...</title><content type='html'>SCHOOL you fools!  SCHOOL was almost over.  Had my last day yesterday!!!  EFFING A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a week of spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, here's the post ... a site called visual dna (what's yours?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#25510D" width="340" height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="bgcolor=#25510D&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1F575B0E.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=I have a whole wall dedicated to it.&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57540F5B.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=This is where all my serious jammin sessions happen.&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6E5372F4.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=Oh a good nap is a beautiful thing.&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-28C6894B.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=one day, ill have it.&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-536C6BFB.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=this is effing nasty. really.&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3AC7E3DE.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=my girls.&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-62450FCE.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=One of a few I might add.  Hard to refuse drink and convo&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-63B0E5ED.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=Not what mine looks like, but Id take it &amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=Warm, sunny, lazy.  my kind of day.&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=some of my best memories are from my travels.&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2D00D6DF.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=Ya, lets get the hell outta here!&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5F62B222.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=Oh lord, the liquor.&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=breathe.&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=96584-9073&amp;amp;srv=iwebcl4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=96584-9073&amp;srv=iwebcl4" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-1937495923686792090?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/1937495923686792090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=1937495923686792090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1937495923686792090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1937495923686792090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-dna.html' title='my dna...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-1928623623665828734</id><published>2007-03-13T05:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T05:14:53.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it' almost over, it's almost over, its almo....</title><content type='html'>I just keep telling myself that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-1928623623665828734?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/1928623623665828734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=1928623623665828734&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1928623623665828734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1928623623665828734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-almost-over-its-almost-over-its-almo.html' title='it&apos; almost over, it&apos;s almost over, its almo....'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-7071155428874072476</id><published>2007-03-10T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:16:31.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love coffee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RfKz-z1M_8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/k3n0iQOTWQo/s1600-h/9250%7EDrink-Coffee-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RfKz-z1M_8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/k3n0iQOTWQo/s320/9250%7EDrink-Coffee-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040288824627625922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love me some coffee, and in our house, the stronger the better.  I can't say it was always that way, but when we spent 9 days in Ireland we grew fond of their strong coffee.  Blame it on the IRISH!  Works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I love coffee because I hate mornings.  I also hate people who love mornings, like my Dad.  I mean there's nothing a teenager hates worse than having their Dad come in the room 3 hours after they fell asleep (8am) asking if they had seen any good movies lately, or if they wanted him to wash their car after he washes his.  Nice gesture, but it is eight o clock in the mother effin morning?  And do you really need to ask if I want my car washed?  Just do it.   My brother and sister read this blog... I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; lying.  My Dad still does it to this day, except now he's calling the grandkids and we are usually awake by 8am.  My brother in law just learned the joy of the early morning "check in" phone call, having a new baby and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I are still trying to kick this cold/flu/i didn't know such things could expectorate from my lungs thing.  A week of it is more than enough punishment, for me anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week of school and then SPRING BREAK!!  wooo-hoooo I'm having a GGW moment.  It is funny, because exactly 10 years ago I was planning my trip to Daytona, and now I'm planning out what house projects I can get done that week.  Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also means the inevitable 30 year mark is ever closer.  My best friend from high school, Heather, turned 30 on March 2nd.  Omg she is so old.  It is weird, when I was younger I always wanted to be older.  When you're in your twenties,  you could care less about how old you are cause even 29 starts with TWENTY.  And altho I know 30 isn't OLD, it is some undeniable  bridge into  adulthood, or something of that nature.  I mean I'm an adult now, well kinda,  and I'm 29.  Really 30 is no different, but I guess it's just something to get used to.  What freaks me out is that I never thought getting older bothered me.  All my closest friends are over 40 (well except Heather who is 30) Joni is 44, Tina is 42 and Sheila is 4-something. :)  but the point is, I don't think THEY are old... sigh.  Just smack me and tell me to get over it, mkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough rambling and on to the fun stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadbombing.com/index.php?sessionid=mft19ja399c7ku7p1l4cq7o9g5"&gt;Like this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I found it thru stumbling.  But when I found wonderful things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadbombing.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.threadbombing.com/data/media/18/kittens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.threadbombing.com/details.php?image_id=158"&gt;kittens &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadbombing.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.threadbombing.com/data/media/4/thread_direction.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.threadbombing.com/details.php?image_id=752"&gt;thread direction &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean an entire forum dedicated to thread jacking on forums.  It's UM GENIUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadbombing.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.threadbombing.com/data/media/4/bitchslap.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.threadbombing.com/details.php?image_id=744"&gt;bitchslap &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.  hours of entertainment at my fingertips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7071155428874072476?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/7071155428874072476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=7071155428874072476&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7071155428874072476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7071155428874072476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-coffee.html' title='i love coffee...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RfKz-z1M_8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/k3n0iQOTWQo/s72-c/9250%7EDrink-Coffee-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4011591559128370050</id><published>2007-03-05T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T08:26:32.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i've had enough...</title><content type='html'>OK, not that I'm a chatter box lately, but in order to quit talking about school so much I have been talking about my kids far too often.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the little &lt;strike&gt;shits&lt;/strike&gt;       angels, but I do hear enough about them as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is left to talk about?  I mean come on, no kid talk, school talk or poker talk? (go to &lt;a href="http://pokersluts.blogspot.com"&gt;pokersluts&lt;/a&gt; to hear that - altho I'm still working on the full conversion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the ladies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on girls, we've all had this convo at one time or another, haven't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6nbaEBYR2k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6nbaEBYR2k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my #1 commercial that gets on my nerves.  Just have 'em pull out their panty liners to compare.  I mean come on, we all know women would never do that - in public, jeesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4011591559128370050?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4011591559128370050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4011591559128370050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4011591559128370050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4011591559128370050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-had-enough.html' title='i&apos;ve had enough...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4664865937178693411</id><published>2007-03-04T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:47:14.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im way too hip...</title><content type='html'>cause I can play in blogger freerolls       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:125px; background:#262a2f; overflow:hidden; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://pokeronamac.com/bloggerpods/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pokeronamac.com/bloggerpods2/1.gif" style="border:none; padding:0; margin:0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:125px; font: 13px Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pokeronamac.com/" style="color:#4af;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poker online&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4664865937178693411?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4664865937178693411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4664865937178693411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4664865937178693411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4664865937178693411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-way-too-hip.html' title='im way too hip...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-1674136825196395136</id><published>2007-03-01T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:47:30.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>anna the banana...</title><content type='html'>It is hard having a brilliant child, I'm sure any proud parent knows my pain, as we all have brilliant children (if you smell what I'm cookin').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately we have been trying to get Anna out of one of her horrid habits.  A habit she only has cause well, she's brilliant, and her brilliance frustrates her of coz.  She screams.  I don't mean she&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RebnZGRgLQI/AAAAAAAAARU/GRSm1WcnloI/s1600-h/100_2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RebnZGRgLQI/AAAAAAAAARU/GRSm1WcnloI/s320/100_2226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036967651627248898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cries, I mean she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SCREAMS&lt;/span&gt;.  A scream that can be heard outdoors when she is in the house, a scream I can hear when I'm outside doing yard work and she's playing hide n' seek two houses down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I can't stand it.  Not just the screeching, but what if something really did happen?  Of course we have learned to tune out the urgency of such a scream, like when she broke her collar bone, I didn't run straight to her 'cause I just thought it was her normal crapola.  (btw, spell check says crapola should be changed to extrapolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo, we have pulled out all of our parental prowess to stop the madness.   One of the things that sets her off is her sister, needless to say.  Maya is super bossy and tries to do everything for Anna, which Anna responds to by screaming (ya, I know, but I'm getting to the good part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooo, the other day I asked Anna to get a garbage bag from under the sink for me.  Kids like to help Mom, and she hops up quickly to go get the bag, but her bigger and faster sister decides to run in front of her and do it for her.  Anna sees her coming and stops in her tracks, puts up "the hand" and says to Maya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You better stop right there.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks are exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't make me scream.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya has finally started back to school after a week of sickness which came after two weeks of snow days... it's been a rough month.  Anna is still sickly, I'm hoping to send her back to school tomorrow.  Saturday she was having some potty issues (I won't go into any more detail).  While I was computing she came up to me with an announcement.  She spoke very indignantly and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MOMMY.  Two things. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A)&lt;/span&gt;  when are we going to granny's and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B)&lt;/span&gt; my butt still hurts&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then just walked away.  Love the newsflashes from a 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;a href="http://hrbek.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-random-crap-edition.html"&gt;kids and our technology driven society&lt;/a&gt;... Anna is currently throwing fits because shes watching a cartoon with (god forbid) COMMERCIALS.  I replied with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At least you don't have to get up to changed the channels.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-1674136825196395136?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/1674136825196395136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=1674136825196395136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1674136825196395136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/1674136825196395136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/03/anna-banana.html' title='anna the banana...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RebnZGRgLQI/AAAAAAAAARU/GRSm1WcnloI/s72-c/100_2226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6840268462992037875</id><published>2007-02-21T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:35:39.738-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>alright folks...</title><content type='html'>If this isn't cute, then I don't know what is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RdxjWi62riI/AAAAAAAAAM4/OWjzQ9do4r0/s1600-h/100_3048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RdxjWi62riI/AAAAAAAAAM4/OWjzQ9do4r0/s400/100_3048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034007722475302434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This baby has some good genes, I'm tellin' ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RdxlHy62rlI/AAAAAAAAANc/d_FoEydauEk/s1600-h/harpersmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RdxlHy62rlI/AAAAAAAAANc/d_FoEydauEk/s320/harpersmile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034009668095487570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RdxlUS62rmI/AAAAAAAAANk/bOuxUlpMR74/s1600-h/harpersmile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RdxlUS62rmI/AAAAAAAAANk/bOuxUlpMR74/s320/harpersmile2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034009882843852386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 6 months old now!  She slept over at Auntie T's on Saturday night and was a perfect angel. I even started to teach her poker.  She has the chip sucking down like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RdxkMi62rkI/AAAAAAAAANI/GKMIPhZQ9uc/s1600-h/harpersmile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6840268462992037875?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6840268462992037875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6840268462992037875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6840268462992037875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6840268462992037875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/02/alright-folks.html' title='alright folks...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RdxjWi62riI/AAAAAAAAAM4/OWjzQ9do4r0/s72-c/100_3048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6120257523872249447</id><published>2007-02-21T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T08:45:22.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Fat Tuesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RdxH7y62rhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/52AQsynSWQk/s1600-h/fema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RdxH7y62rhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/52AQsynSWQk/s400/fema.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033977576099851794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it was Fat Tuesday yesterday.  That way I don't look so bad for staying up late drinking and playing poker.  Well, I wasn't really playing poker, I was watching someone (no not zerbet) play poker - how cool am I?  Cause you know I donked out early when I hit top pair and bet the pot, and was called by 2nd pair 9s who hit a K on the turn for two pair.  I HEART I say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still not bitter... see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was watching someone (no not zerbet) take down 1st in one turney then 2nd in another (gg's, not zerbet) I decided to have a few drinks cause if ya didn't know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Whiskey = Poker Therapy in a Bottle&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know, and knowing is half the battle dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it was Fat Tuesday yesterday, I don't feel guilty for waking up and not wanting to get out of bed, even though one of the spawns is running a fever with glassy eyes and comatose in the recliner right now.  Cause only good mom's stay up too late drinking and (almost) gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, the blog neglecting is somewhat purposeful.  All I have to talk about is boring ol school work (which I'm NOT totally stressed out with btw, totally NOT!)  This quarter is almost over though 3 or 4 more weeks or something like that, and for now I still have both eyes.  I even registered for next quarter yesterday!   It's gonna be a full plate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Digital Imaging (aka photoshop)&lt;br /&gt;Digital Illustration (aka illustrator)&lt;br /&gt;Digital Animation (not really sure, flash maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;Design 3D (make carp outta foam core)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all digitized at the end tho pry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6120257523872249447?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6120257523872249447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6120257523872249447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6120257523872249447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6120257523872249447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/02/fat-tuesday.html' title='Fat Tuesday...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RdxH7y62rhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/52AQsynSWQk/s72-c/fema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8111730980174813360</id><published>2007-02-11T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:53:34.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crappe'/><title type='text'>natural selection...</title><content type='html'>OK, I have something to admit.  I consider myself a somewhat funny, sarcastic, humorous etc person.  I mean, I don't think I'm a comedian by far, but I do think I can find the humor in daily life and I don't fall in to the deep &lt;a href="http://www.unwords.com/unword/sarchasm.html"&gt;sarchasm&lt;/a&gt; too often.  But for the most part, I don't get comics.  There I said it, comic strips typically just go "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoosh&lt;/span&gt;" over my purdy little head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, The Dilbert Comic.  I read Scott Adams blog, I enjoy it.  In fact, you can find it over there in my links as one of my favorite blogs.  But the actual comic... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoosh&lt;/span&gt;.  Now, every now and then I actually get one, and instead of thinking it's funny I'm too caught up with the fact that I actually understood it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are gems like these that make me say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Khanlady: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Khanlady: thats my kind of comic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/naturalselection2007026109010.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that from &lt;a href="http://gadzooks64.blogspot.com"&gt;She Z,&lt;/a&gt; the queen of comics.  But then she has a degree in Mechanical Engineering.  Maybe that's a prerequisite or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8111730980174813360?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8111730980174813360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8111730980174813360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8111730980174813360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8111730980174813360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/02/natural-selection.html' title='natural selection...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-3096274669615550000</id><published>2007-02-10T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T14:16:57.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>look what i did!</title><content type='html'>Ya know, I've never quite understood when my kids run up to me screaming, "MOMMY MOMMY LOOK WHAT I DID!".  But today, I feel their joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished my onomato-whata project for my "just poke my eye out" class.  I actually did one version of it on Wednesday during class.  I had finished all my sketches early cause the prof wanted us to use Adobe Illustrator to do our final project.  Of course, this class has no prerequisites, and I had never even seen the program, so I thought it would be a good idea to get ahead and try to get help in class that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kid in my class let me use his iMac and I was happy when I finished it.  I had problems getting it to print out at the right size, so I took it to the prof and asked for her guidance.  She spent 40 mins showing me how to change the print settings so it would come out right and then added at the end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: "This isn't going to work by the way"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uh, what do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Prof: "You can't use an image on your final"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I asked you that Monday and you said we could use an image"&lt;br /&gt;Prof: "Well, I didn't mean that literally"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long pause as my brain starts to boil over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well then you just wasted a lot of my time, literally"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we came to the conclusion that I could use a GRAPHIC not an actual IMAGE.  mkay.  But now I was stuck with no computer with Illustrator on it, so I thought I was going to do it by hand.  Until the ol Joester used his almighty connections to get Illustrator on my desktop at home!  I knew he was good for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had to find a GRAPHIC and not an IMAGE for my project.  I googled for hours and found nothing.  But, I have friends in high places, and one of them (no not Zerbet) found me an almost puuuuurfect image.  I just needed to invert it (change white to black and black to white) in Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, keep in mind, I don't have a clue when it comes to Photoshop or Illustrator.  But I do have a Photoshop for Dummies book, which means I must be flat out mentally inept because the book doesn't work much for me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally inverted the &lt;strike&gt;image&lt;/strike&gt; graphic it was black all around it too and I needed the back ground to be white!  OMGWTF.  About an hour in I was going to give up, but I tried one more thing and it worked!  Well mostly worked, I still had a bit of a shadow around it, but I was willing to live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now had to take the image into Illustrator and hook it up with my onomato-whata.  I realized at this time how bad the shadow looked.  But alas, I'm a donkwad and I don't know how to use the program.  So I fiddled a bit and VOILA, I FIXED THAT TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is... LOOKIE LOOKIE WHAT I DID!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rc5oG41aNzI/AAAAAAAAAME/dhxHX-oJgus/s1600-h/onomatochip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rc5oG41aNzI/AAAAAAAAAME/dhxHX-oJgus/s400/onomatochip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030072301364328242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the sound of chips shuffling btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously tho, this was a HUGE accomplishment for me.  The prof will pry shove it up my bum, but for now, I'm at peace with the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-3096274669615550000?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/3096274669615550000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=3096274669615550000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/3096274669615550000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/3096274669615550000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/02/look-what-i-did.html' title='look what i did!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rc5oG41aNzI/AAAAAAAAAME/dhxHX-oJgus/s72-c/onomatochip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-3651823890252423921</id><published>2007-02-08T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:40:35.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>my black heart is filled with sadness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RcssIY1aNyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xpwQzYAX7jM/s1600-h/sosad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RcssIY1aNyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xpwQzYAX7jM/s400/sosad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029161931506333474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/reader/view/"&gt;google reader&lt;/a&gt; this morning (which btw, if you don't use it you should) and it almost brought a tear to my eye... almost.  But the point being, I do miss keeping up to date on such things.  I'm a bit ignorant now a days, so if we invade another country be sure to send me an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see that people actually care about my ignorance.  Last night I received 2 phone calls and one live reminder that LOST was starting again last night.  I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must argue that it isn't completely my fault.  I'm gonna blame my Typography professor.  This woman (yes she's a woman which makes it even more blasphemous) not only makes me want to take my x-acto knife and poke my eye out, but she has no idea how lucky she is I haven't hauled off and given her the 'ol bitch slap.  Yesterday in class, it took every iota of the goodness in my heart to not explain to her what an idiot she was.  So now, my heart is black.  I have nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my first midterm today, but I think I'll ACE it.  Unless my prof makes those impossible tests.  I was given advice from people that have taken his class to just memorize our handouts and notes.  So I did that, and my brain is now consumed by useless data that I will surely dump out at approximately noon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos have been out of school all week, today is their first day back.  Of course after a 6 day vacation, they still didn't see the need of going back.  Touche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, two assignments for my readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  If anything important happens in the world (or semi-important) you must email me.&lt;br /&gt;2)  If any of you know how to use Adobe Illustrator, any tips would be... precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-3651823890252423921?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/3651823890252423921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=3651823890252423921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/3651823890252423921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/3651823890252423921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-black-heart-is-filled-with-sadness.html' title='my black heart is filled with sadness...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RcssIY1aNyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xpwQzYAX7jM/s72-c/sosad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-3621724748815169677</id><published>2007-02-07T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:00:09.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><title type='text'>i'd like a ruling on that...</title><content type='html'>So, I drove to ILL this weekend for Sheila's birthday.  She was helping to organize a Super Bowl Poker Tournament for a guy who owns a restaurant/bar that has one every year.  There are a lot of details I don't have the time to get into now, but what you need to know is that I came in 2nd to a guy who was so drunk, he couldn't put his own chips in the pot.  That's right, he had a helper.  I made $410 dollaz, $250 of which I've already spent on a plane ticket to VEGAS on JUNE 7th.  Jealous? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, despite my time constraints right now, tell you the story that goes along with the title of my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can handle major douchebaggery in poker.  In fact, I prefer if I'm at a table of DB's.  I play a patient game and can usually take advantage of the DB's.  Two seats to my left, we have the table douche.  He will call any all-in, despite his chip stack, with any two suited cards... or any face card for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him call an all-in on a board of AJ9 with J6 off suit, to a guy that raised pre-flop.  The raiser/all-inner had AQ and my DB friend hit a 6 on the river.  The all-in call left him with one chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you could ask my good friend Zerbet who pushed all in with ATo and was called by DB's 67c.  I folded AJs this hand and the board read AJJxx.  Zerb won the pot and doubled up.  NH z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow back to the story.  An utg raiser decides to throw in a raise with the blinds at 200/400 and he makes it 1000 to go.  The DB says, "Hey you can't do that, your raise has to be at least double the big blind".  Myself and a few others at the table, but mainly me (let's face it I have a big mouth), chimed in telling him that the total of his raise had to be at least 2x the bb not the raise itself.  The DB was unhappy that a WOMAN was telling him he was wrong and said "I'd like to get a ruling on that".  So I holler across the room to Sheila explaining the situation and she agrees that I am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy douchebag?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might sound like a silly thing, but I swear EVERY live table I sit at there is at least ONE middle aged man that can't stand the fact that a woman is sitting at the table with them.  They pick on how I stack my chips and place my bets.  Tell me when it's my blind or turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all you old dumb asses that don't understand the fact that women are smarter than you (even younger ones) I say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STFU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-3621724748815169677?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/3621724748815169677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=3621724748815169677&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/3621724748815169677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/3621724748815169677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/02/id-like-ruling-on-that.html' title='i&apos;d like a ruling on that...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4801004249830217675</id><published>2007-01-30T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:53:11.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>onomota-- whata??</title><content type='html'>ONOMATOPOEIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some...so get creative!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is an onomatopoeia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onomatopoeia&lt;/b&gt; (occasionally spelled &lt;b&gt;omomatopœia&lt;/b&gt;) is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Word" title="Word"&gt;word&lt;/a&gt;, or occasionally, a grouping of words, that imitates the sound it is describing, and thus suggests its source object, such as “bang” or “click”, or animal such as “moo”, “oink”, “quack” or “meow”.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onomatopoeia"&gt; wikipedia,&lt;/a&gt; you are always so helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is the challenge.  I need the word and a definition.  The words and their definitions can be figments of your imagination.  ie: they do NOT have to be actual sounds like "meow".  (ya, now you see why I came to you huh).  Here is one I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PWNED:&lt;/span&gt;  The sound you hear when I take your whole stack cause I flopped set and you rivered two pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea... ready, set, GO!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer - just so you know, any and all ideas given on this blog can and will be plagiarized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4801004249830217675?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4801004249830217675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4801004249830217675&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4801004249830217675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4801004249830217675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/onomota-whata.html' title='onomota-- whata??'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6859658485836711715</id><published>2007-01-28T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T17:21:14.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>another weekend gone...</title><content type='html'>POKER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a full plate this weekend and wasn't planing on playing any poker but I rushed and got my cleaning lady duties done early Saturday morning so I could play in the &lt;a href="http://blogs.tampabay.com/poker/2007/01/aips_ii_event_1.html"&gt;AIPS II NLHE &lt;/a&gt;tournament at noon.  I ended up finishing 2nd, one place short of the mighty AIPS Banana trophy.  C'est la vie.  I did, however, recieve a cool $94 for my efforts.  I'll take it, especially with how I have been running lately, cold cards and handing out my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the hand history from the last hand.  I could've played it much differently.  I had no reason to put all my chips in, I wasn't short.  But the person I was playing against likes to chase and after the check/call on the flop and a check from him on the turn I was just wanting him to fold.  I really didn't put him on any kind of Ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Tilt Poker Game #1681645234: AIPS II Event #1 (10828819), Table 12 - 1000/2000 Ante 250 - No Limit Hold'em - 15:23:22 ET - 2007/01/27&lt;br /&gt;Seat 4: khanwoman (74,183)&lt;br /&gt;Seat 7: Blazman (92,317)&lt;br /&gt;khanwoman antes 250&lt;br /&gt;Blazman antes 250&lt;br /&gt;khanwoman posts the small blind of 1,000&lt;br /&gt;Blazman posts the big blind of 2,000&lt;br /&gt;The button is in seat #4&lt;br /&gt;*** HOLE CARDS ***&lt;br /&gt;Dealt to khanwoman [As 7d]&lt;br /&gt;khanwoman raises to 6,500&lt;br /&gt;Blazman calls 4,500&lt;br /&gt;*** FLOP *** [5h 6d 9h]&lt;br /&gt;Blazman checks&lt;br /&gt;khanwoman bets 10,000&lt;br /&gt;Blazman calls 10,000&lt;br /&gt;*** TURN *** [5h 6d 9h] [Ad]&lt;br /&gt;Blazman checks&lt;br /&gt;khanwoman bets 57,433, and is all in&lt;br /&gt;Blazman calls 57,433&lt;br /&gt;khanwoman shows [As 7d]&lt;br /&gt;Blazman shows [8h Ah]&lt;br /&gt;*** RIVER *** [5h 6d 9h Ad] [Ac]&lt;br /&gt;khanwoman shows three of a kind, Aces&lt;br /&gt;Blazman shows three of a kind, Aces&lt;br /&gt;Blazman wins the pot (148,366) with three of a kind, Aces&lt;br /&gt;khanwoman stands up&lt;br /&gt;Blazman stands up&lt;br /&gt;*** SUMMARY ***&lt;br /&gt;Total pot 148,366 | Rake 0&lt;br /&gt;Board: [5h 6d 9h Ad Ac]&lt;br /&gt;Seat 4: khanwoman (small blind) showed [As 7d] and lost with three of a kind, Aces&lt;br /&gt;Seat 7: Blazman (big blind) showed [8h Ah] and won (148,366) with three of a kind, Aces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who play in my All in or Fold tournament on Saturday evenings, I'm sure you missed me.  But keep reading and you'll see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a positive/negative project to do this weekend for my Design 2D class.  We had to pick an image for our rockstar, mine being the great Jon Bon Jovi of course.  I ended up with a guitar a) because it was easy b) because it was easy.  I am not very talented when it comes to hand drawing anything, so I had to pick something I could trace.  This weekend I had to hand ink the images, which was torture.  My hand isn't too steady, but it is done.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rb0guFQ4-DI/AAAAAAAAALU/5qBQTMxxWB4/s1600-h/100_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rb0guFQ4-DI/AAAAAAAAALU/5qBQTMxxWB4/s320/100_2184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025208735274432562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I had to do two typographical grids.  The first being an elemental grid, 7x7 square, 1" grid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rb0hCVQ4-EI/AAAAAAAAALc/MLeRbrgQxv0/s1600-h/100_2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rb0hCVQ4-EI/AAAAAAAAALc/MLeRbrgQxv0/s320/100_2188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025209083166783554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished this I had to do a creative grid, not easy when you are practically blind from the previous two projects.  I had a hard time coming up with something but ended up going with... you guessed it... EASY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rb0hZ1Q4-FI/AAAAAAAAALk/LpxGZZKpXOE/s1600-h/100_2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rb0hZ1Q4-FI/AAAAAAAAALk/LpxGZZKpXOE/s320/100_2187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025209486893709394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it.  48 hours and another weekend gone.  I have to say the projects are already getting easier, and I think I'm actually learning something despite my stubborness.  Go figger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6859658485836711715?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6859658485836711715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6859658485836711715&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6859658485836711715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6859658485836711715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-weekend-gone.html' title='another weekend gone...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rb0guFQ4-DI/AAAAAAAAALU/5qBQTMxxWB4/s72-c/100_2184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6468815518229009118</id><published>2007-01-26T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:08:15.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><title type='text'>damn the man...</title><content type='html'>That title works in plural as well... damn  the men!  But vv/e that's another post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has a purpose, to get all the non-poker players that read my blog to &lt;a href="http://pokerplayersalliance.org/jointoday.php"&gt;click this link&lt;/a&gt; and join.  Ahh yes, you are asking "WHAT? WHY?".  And as always I shall give you answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/1168987529.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the "what?" it is the PPA- Poker Players Alliance.  Since that pry  just confuses you more, here is what the PPA does:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:10;" &gt;The Poker Players Alliance is a nonprofit membership organization comprised of poker players and enthusiasts from around the United States who have joined together to speak with one voice to promote the game, ensure its integrity, and, most importantly, to protect poker players' rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does that involve you if you don't play poker?  Well, what do you play?  How would you like the government telling you that you can't play the game you enjoy in your own home?  What if you pay for a subscription to pogo.com where you can play games like canasta, bridge and cribbage and win real money in a lottery type drawing, and because the government banned banks sending your monthly payment to "GAMING SITES" you can't play anymore?  So, if you are a fan of your personal rights and choices, I'd say join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine wrote a letter to Bill Frist, one of the authors of a recent earmark on a the Security Port Act that was signed into law at the end of last year.  The earmark made it illegal for banks to do transactions with "gambling" sites.  Altho it had a carve out for lotteries and horse betting, it did NOT have a carve out for poker.  Here's what Frist had to say in his reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have heard from many concerned citizens regarding passage of the&lt;br /&gt;Unlawful  Internet Gambling Enforcement Act.  While I understand the&lt;br /&gt;conerns of the  numerous individuals that participate in on-line gaming,&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is  simple: Internet gambling is illegal.  Gambling is a&lt;br /&gt;serious addiction that  undermines the family, dashes dreams, and frays the&lt;br /&gt;fabric of society.   Congress had grappled with this issue for 10 years,&lt;br /&gt;and during that time the  on-line gaming industry has exploded.  Although&lt;br /&gt;it is impossible to monitor  every on-line gambler or regulate offshore&lt;br /&gt;gambling, steps can be taken to  police the financial institutions that&lt;br /&gt;disregard our laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, it is crumbling the very fabric of our society!  Not greed, or consumption, not ignorance BUT FUCKING POKER!  Our private citizens don't have the capacity to decide what to spend their disposable income on, so we will decide for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize poker is hardly the most important issue in this country right now, but the fact of the matter is when we start letting our government make laws about our passtimes, it's only going downhill from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6468815518229009118?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6468815518229009118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6468815518229009118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6468815518229009118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6468815518229009118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-man.html' title='damn the man...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5786044258781824447</id><published>2007-01-26T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T08:06:58.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ppp'/><title type='text'>I've said it before...</title><content type='html'>I'll say it again, if you are not using &lt;a href="http://www.couponchief.com"&gt;coupon codes&lt;/a&gt; then you're a dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even have 10% off, no minimum at (my favorite store) &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/homepage.html/ref=ARRAY%280x867d6690%29/602-6351928-8605429"&gt;TARGET deals&lt;/a&gt;!  And that's pronounced in a French accent for those of you out of the loopage.  *Tarjay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But vv/e keep payin full price, it's not my money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5786044258781824447?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5786044258781824447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5786044258781824447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5786044258781824447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5786044258781824447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-said-it-before.html' title='I&apos;ve said it before...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6071720515416741882</id><published>2007-01-20T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T09:49:53.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>as the T turns...</title><content type='html'>I'm so exhausted.  *pause for everyone to feel sorry for me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I tried anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my project in Wednesday, made it thru the critique and no one got hurt.  I was happy that mine was pry in the top 5 of the class and I was feeling good about myself.  Yes, I said WAS because it was all shattered when we finished critique the prof decided to hand every one's projects back and have them redone.  I think I may have been too obvious when I said "WHAT?!? WE HAVE TO DO THEM OVER?!"  She handed them back one by one to each student saying what changes needed to be made.  Thank the gods, mine only needed to have the white margins taken out, black to edge on the right side and bottom.  Woulda been good info to have when we were doing the project.  I went to Kinko's right after class Wednesday to get it done.  The kinko's people were appalled saying that it is impossible to get a xerox that is black to the edge, there is always a white edge.  But after 45 mins we figured it out.  I guess I was the lucky one tho, most of the people had to completely redo theirs.  And for them, I truly do feel bad.  I know how much work it was, even if they didn't turn out perfect.  I can't wait to do this prof's review at the end of the quarter.  Altho, as one fine friend pointed out, she will pry pass that back to be redone too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya got straight A+'s on her report card.  So I let her get a lil something for herself.  I was at &lt;a href="http://www.mccallisters.com/"&gt;my art supply store&lt;/a&gt; and she picked out this &lt;a href="http://www.mccallisters.com/product_info.php/pName/kit-artistick-initiation-set-5minitube-repositionable-window-paint-colors/cName/art--craft-kitssets-window-color-clings"&gt;little window art kit&lt;/a&gt;.  She even let Anna do one, I know, impressive!  They turned out pretty cute, well in a mother's eyes, and we put them on the front door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/100_2176.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's about it.  Between school, homework, work work and all the other boring stuff I haven't had time for much else.  Except BATTLESTAR GALACTICA!  I've been watching 2-3 of those episodes instead of playing poker in the evenings.  Mostly because I don't have the brain energy at the end of the day to play poker and leave up.  And because the show is a fungus growing on my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTHOUGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going ice skating tomorrow and I should be able to get a few good "HAHA JOE FELL" pics... wooooot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6071720515416741882?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6071720515416741882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6071720515416741882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6071720515416741882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6071720515416741882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-t-turns.html' title='as the T turns...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-7633702699538194666</id><published>2007-01-20T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T09:20:42.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ppp'/><title type='text'>for the fantasy addicts...</title><content type='html'>It is a &lt;a href="http://www.mmaplayground.com"&gt;fantasy MMA&lt;/a&gt; (mixed martial arts) team.  You can win $500 and it is free to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about the sport myself, but some of you freaks might.  I checked out the site and it looks like it works the same way as any fantasy team.  You check out the fights and pick a winner etc.  You can even make sidebets with fantasy tokens with other  people in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider it my tip o the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7633702699538194666?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/7633702699538194666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=7633702699538194666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7633702699538194666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7633702699538194666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-fantasy-addicts.html' title='for the fantasy addicts...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5692628374349138387</id><published>2007-01-17T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T08:55:23.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>nothing good...</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just had to get that out... ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey guess what... I sold that shitty ass auction piece o shit car yesterday!  Actually, it wasn't too bad after I fixed it up a bit.  But, I was able to get my money back out of it so I'm happy and I hope the &lt;strike&gt;sucker&lt;/strike&gt; gal who bought it is too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished all my homework over the weekend.  It was excruciating, but I did it.  Sounds silly, but I'm proud of myself.  Homework time is a lot harder when you're &lt;strike&gt;30&lt;/strike&gt; 29 than when you're 18.  Now mind you, the good news isn't how stressed I made myself over the whole thing... guess I need to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother in law fixed my kitchen sink this weekend.  The pipes underneath have been leaking for months and the faucet started leaking at the base last week.  It sure is nice to have it fixed.  TY Scott!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Captain Adama got the fleet back together. :cry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;BAD NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hardly have time to play poker anymore, and when I do play I lose.  BOOHOOOO!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll have a whole new shitload of homework to do this weekend after my classes today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our projects have to get critiqued in class today.  I love it when a bunch of 19 yr olds tell me what I'm doing wrong.  Let's hope I take it well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are still 8 cylons in da fleet.  Frakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;MEDIOCRE NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I guess this could be bad news for some of you, but I'm gonna try to get back into my paperposting.  Why?  Because I want to go to Vegas this year for my 30th bday treat to myself, and if I do one every day it will easily pay for the trip.  And well, that'd be pretty cool.  So deal widit!  But I wanted to let my (five) readers know because well, I'm not guaranteeing that any of these posts will be good.  Just fyi, skip em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5692628374349138387?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5692628374349138387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5692628374349138387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5692628374349138387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5692628374349138387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='nothing good...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-95537899863158528</id><published>2007-01-17T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T08:29:45.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ppp'/><title type='text'>the internets has free books!</title><content type='html'>Who knew.  Ok, I did know, but I didn't know about this particular site where they have &lt;a href="http://www.techbooksforfree.com/"&gt;free technology book downloads&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, they have everything from Java, C++, and Perl to Linux and Microsoft.  Not bad for freeage.  Also, I didn't have to log in or register or anything.  I checked out some Java info and it just brought up links and a .pdf file. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad I say, not bad a tall. (&lt;- on purpose plz read appropriately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/images/6546/2793.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-95537899863158528?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/95537899863158528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=95537899863158528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/95537899863158528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/95537899863158528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/internets-has-free-books.html' title='the internets has free books!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-631132277475700046</id><published>2007-01-14T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:14:41.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>el finito...</title><content type='html'>Or however you spell that in espanol... I took French so J'ai fini!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After approx 8-9 hours of blood, sweat, tears and a lot of frustration....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RaqTZjLvI5I/AAAAAAAAALI/Pil5gc0WARI/s1600-h/100_2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RaqTZjLvI5I/AAAAAAAAALI/Pil5gc0WARI/s400/100_2174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019986801808319378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on how the Kinko's idiots almost ruined the entire thing.  I need to go sleep for about 2 days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know the Aunt looks like Cunt... but I noticed to late to change it, and I suppose it's a BIT appropriate :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-631132277475700046?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/631132277475700046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=631132277475700046&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/631132277475700046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/631132277475700046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/el-finito.html' title='el finito...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RaqTZjLvI5I/AAAAAAAAALI/Pil5gc0WARI/s72-c/100_2174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4647118091278254616</id><published>2007-01-14T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T07:57:19.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ppp'/><title type='text'>purdy pitchers....</title><content type='html'>HMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a &lt;a href="http://www.photocritic.org/"&gt;photography blog&lt;/a&gt; called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;photocritic.org- DIY photography weblog &lt;/span&gt;today on my ppp site, and it's actually a cool site.  He gives a lot of tips for normal every day folks.  For instance &lt;a href="http://www.photocritic.org/2006/photographing-fireworks/"&gt;how to best photograph fireworks&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.photocritic.org/2006/framing-your-images/"&gt;creative ways to crop photos&lt;/a&gt; etc.  Both of these articles I found very interesting and useful, especially the fireworks one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even has a &lt;a href="http://www.photocritic.org/category/photoshop-tutorials/"&gt;photoshop tutorial section&lt;/a&gt; with some simple techniques for beginners like me!  I saw a post abou CS3 coming out sometime too.  The photoshop tutorial is very basic and easy to understand, so not a bad place to get a feel for the program if you've never used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4647118091278254616?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4647118091278254616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4647118091278254616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4647118091278254616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4647118091278254616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/purdy-pitchers.html' title='purdy pitchers....'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-6729139107400023921</id><published>2007-01-12T06:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T06:46:50.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crappe'/><title type='text'>Oh the horror...</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, I'm an insurance agent.  Well kinda.  Well I mean, I am, but I'm trying not to be.  If you see what I'm saying... see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so the crappay part about working in insurance is that it is all regulated by laws that vary from state to state.  Although they stay pretty similar in each state there are differences.  In Ohio we have to do Continuing Education (CE) credits every two years that total 20 credits.  It isn't something I look forward to because it costs money (a lot of it) and because it is just a bunch of crap.  I mean if these courses gave useful information that would be sweet.  But no.  It's a bunch o crappe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year as I waded thru what seemed to be a never ending series of crap questions, I got this screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RaduxzLvI2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/7XjS9ZgkSHU/s1600-h/lesson3J.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RaduxzLvI2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/7XjS9ZgkSHU/s400/lesson3J.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019102111559787362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It made me laugh.  Not to mention it was in Homeowners Insurance, which BTW I'm not even licensed in.  GG Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer: this picture will only be funny to the weirdos I play poker with, all others may ignore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Joe was on the phone with one of my friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attempting&lt;/span&gt; to help her with a computer issue.  He was out in the garage of course, cause he can smoke out there.  At one point he comes in the house with the phone in his hand, but stretched out towards me "The phone is beeping what do I do?"... I just look at him..."I mean there's another call, how do I answer it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do be diggin the schoolness, for the most part.  My typography class however is kickin my ass.  It is a bit difficult to explain by typing it out.  First, for those of you that dont know, you should look at what &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Typography"&gt;typograpy&lt;/a&gt; is:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Typography&lt;/b&gt; is the art and technique of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Typesetting" title="Typesetting"&gt;setting written subject matter in type&lt;/a&gt; using a combination of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Typeface" title="Typeface"&gt;typefaces&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Point_%28typography%29" title="Point (typography)"&gt;point size&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Line_length" title="Line length"&gt;line length&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leading" title="Leading"&gt;leading&lt;/a&gt; (line spacing) and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tracking_%28typography%29" title="Tracking (typography)"&gt;letter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tracking_%28typography%29" title="Tracking (typography)"&gt; spacing&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ty wikipedia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So one would assume (especially after reading the syllabus for the class) my professor would be teaching us the characteristics of type/fonts, how to measure and enlarge them, how to distinguish them, set them, and generally use them for a purpose... say, the PROJECT WE ARE DOING??  But OH CONTRAIRE MON FRERE (yes I know that's spelled wrong, it was on purpose Anal person) my prof has decided NOT to teach us any of the actual typography tools we need to do our project (despite the syllabus) and just be really vague, but somehow sound smart at the same time.  Oh ya, and did I mention the project requires drawing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fraking artsy fartsy people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I'm supposed to take this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rady3jLvI3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/RLL4_n350D8/s1600-h/bwme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/Rady3jLvI3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/RLL4_n350D8/s200/bwme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019106608390546290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turn it into this: (which I got help from a friend on, ty Sheila)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RadzHzLvI4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/QI_Z245ThXA/s1600-h/bwmefinalc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RadzHzLvI4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/QI_Z245ThXA/s200/bwmefinalc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019106887563420546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then SKETCH the photo out on tracing paper FOUR times in different sizes each time, trying to sketch out the light, dark and grey aspects of the photo, which I will be transforming into fonts this weekend.  Which in and of itself is gonna be hell.  Now if you still don't understand wtf I'm talking about, you are not alone.  My entire class is still confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be sure to get a scan of my final project so you can see what I'm talking about, and make fun of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, what else....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://exoteric.roach.org/bg/"&gt;This guy's site is fraking amazing if you haven't seen it yet.&lt;/a&gt;  He makes these spectacular fractal images for your desktop.  I would give you an example, but you reall need to see it all and take it in.  If you click on one to download, you will notice it asks for a username and pw.  But don't fret.  Just cancel out of the pw screen and it will take you to the "terms of use" page that you have to agree to, and then he will give you the daily password.&lt;/p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.worldseriesofpoker.com/news/fullstory.sps?inewsid=393478&amp;itype=&amp;amp;iCategoryID=1514"&gt;World Series of Poker 2007 schedule&lt;/a&gt; is finally out, for those who are interested.  Looks like a nice little line up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're just bored, I have a lil &lt;a href="http://www.bounceawayonline.com/throwpaper.swf"&gt;sumthin sumthin&lt;/a&gt; for you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got up way too early this morning.  Something is wrong with me.  But I now hear little stinky butt's waking, so blog time is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6729139107400023921?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/6729139107400023921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=6729139107400023921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6729139107400023921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/6729139107400023921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-horror.html' title='Oh the horror...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RaduxzLvI2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/7XjS9ZgkSHU/s72-c/lesson3J.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-2503285807069690235</id><published>2007-01-12T05:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T06:10:50.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ppp'/><title type='text'>flick or fluck...</title><content type='html'>OR FlickerFlucker - get your head out of the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FLUCK!" is what I yell when I realize I just missed an episode of CSI.  And  "FLICK!" is usually what you will hear out of me while I'm watching Law and Order:CI on USA late at night to wind down and relax, and I actually get to see an episode that ISN'T a rerun, in fact it is a very good episode, but when it ends it has the "... to be continued" and when the next episode of CI starts immediately after IT ISN'T THE CONTINUED EPISODE!  Ya, I don't know what's up with that either, I think the programmers are out to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my troubles could be over with this blog I found... &lt;a href="http://www.flickerflucker.com"&gt;FlickerFlucker - Dedicated source for all your top US tv shows.&lt;/a&gt;.  You can search and download all your favorite shows by episode.  Check it out, they may have yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can be like me and go just cause they have a cool name.  I'm just to easy really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/images/6058/2793.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-2503285807069690235?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/2503285807069690235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=2503285807069690235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2503285807069690235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2503285807069690235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/flick-or-fluck.html' title='flick or fluck...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-7376093391164627514</id><published>2007-01-09T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:50:05.658-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>by maya...</title><content type='html'>The girls and I have a daily routine.  When they get home from school, we got thru their homework folders and start their homework.  Their folders include homework, but also notes to parents and graded work.  Most of the time this is a drag, especially with Anna's teacher.  I'll give give you a "for instance" instead of trying to explain why this woman gets on my last nerve.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday we got a note home saying the 100th day of school was approaching on January 19th (last Friday being January 5th) and that they needed parents to bring in certain items and gave us a list to choose from.  So, as usual I put the list on the fridge for the next time I go shopping.  Yesterday (Monday for all you calendar challenged, or the following school day after the original letter) I got a hand written note from Anna's teacher saying I needed to bring in Orange Washable Paint.  Or in other words "F the list bitch, quit being lazy and bring in the paint".  So I wrote back on the same note "OK I'll get it to you Friday".  Again for the calendar challenged, this would be the 12th of January, SEVEN full days prior to the 100th day of school.  Today Anna came home with the very same note in hand saying "Ms. Sharpe said you need to get this now!".  VV/E ho.  This is a very regular thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the whole point of this post is that every week or so I get a surprise.  Poetry written by a 7 yr old.  The very best 7 yr old IN THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes a little something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I were a rabbit I would hear loud noises when they talked loud.&lt;br /&gt;I would not hop away.&lt;br /&gt;I would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I would eat anything they gave me.&lt;br /&gt;I would eat lots of vegebles.&lt;br /&gt;I would see a lot of children.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be peted.&lt;br /&gt;I would want lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;I would stay in my cage and not try to get out.&lt;br /&gt;I would be smooth and soft.&lt;br /&gt;I would be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or sometimes I get a little rhyming action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A snow poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when it snows.&lt;br /&gt;When it plows so fast.&lt;br /&gt;It just goes on past.&lt;br /&gt;So I just like snow.&lt;br /&gt;It must just snow each day.&lt;br /&gt;It goes way to way.&lt;br /&gt;I sit down to make a snow angel.&lt;br /&gt;My sister just runs around like a clown.&lt;br /&gt;When we make a snow man we roll the snow down.&lt;br /&gt;We pull a sled in the snow up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;We had some hot co-co when we came in.&lt;br /&gt;We had a cold.&lt;br /&gt;And we sold a car.&lt;br /&gt;We had a sand box but threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;We saw a fox in the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7376093391164627514?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/7376093391164627514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=7376093391164627514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7376093391164627514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/7376093391164627514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/by-maya.html' title='by maya...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4276414357050554313</id><published>2007-01-05T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T10:00:27.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>frak...</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't consider myself a sci-fi fan.  In fact, I usually scoff at the idea of watching a sci-fi movie or TV show.  That may seem weird to some of you that know me by my poker alias "khanwoman", but trust me, had I known that would become some sort of alter ego, I'd have thought much longer on it.  But that's another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now all I have to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BATTLESTAR GALACTICA RAWKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newswire.ca/en/releases/mmnr/space/image_lg_bgcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.newswire.ca/en/releases/mmnr/space/image_lg_bgcast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4276414357050554313?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/4276414357050554313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=4276414357050554313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4276414357050554313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/4276414357050554313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/frak.html' title='frak...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8828929939178717745</id><published>2007-01-03T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:13:20.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>and when I say madhouse...</title><content type='html'>I mean madhouse.  This place had 10 registers with lines to the back of the store at each one.  I was so glad I had called ahead and had my books paid for and waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the pick up area, ring the little bell and the attendant hands me a pile of books with a big yellow note on it that says "NOT PAID".  I'm all like "WTF?!" and she's all like "The line's like right there" and I'm all like "WTF?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I get in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get caught up in a few stupid conversations, during my hour wait.  It never ceases to amaze me how stupid people can be, and then I start to wonder if I sound that stupid when people overhear me.  HMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My line was actually in an aisle that had a couple things I needed for school, so I added them to my pile.  Then FINALLY I get up to the register.  The books were beginning to get heavy, so I sat them on the check out counter as soon as I could reach it and a gal, about my age standing behind me says something about one of the classes I'm taking.  She said she enjoyed it (the typography class I go to later today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's my turn.  Now, mind you I had gotten an email from the financial aid department over a week ago that my funds (over six thousand of them) were avaliable and ready to be used.  But, you guessed it, he runs my Tartan Card thru and it says "insufficient funds" so I have him do it again and the same result.  After standing in line for over an hour, I decided to just pay for the damn books and get my money back later.  When I walk out of the store I call the fin aid dept to see WTF is going on and they tell me the store was wrong yada yada I'd have to come get a refund. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home later that day (at 5pm mind  you and my class was over at 12:45) I have a message on the machine from the bookstore saying the books WERE paid for BEFORE I picked them up and I had waited in line for over an hour for NO reason and had shelled out $200 of my own money for no reason.  Thanks bookstore.  I &lt;3 u too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it, my first day of school in all it's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting in a computer lab where I'm supposed to be researching Jon Bon Jovi for a 2D design class.  Ya, I don't get it either.  I mean she gave us an hour and there is only so much information out there on Mr. Jovi.  I think I may go with a topic of his recent humanitarianism, but I'd rather do something on hair bands or the 80's.  Hmm, maybe hairspray or hair gel, so many choices.  We will see how it goes.  Besides, I have no idea what I'm doing so it should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8828929939178717745?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8828929939178717745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8828929939178717745&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8828929939178717745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8828929939178717745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-when-i-say-madhouse.html' title='and when I say madhouse...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-744550665921779262</id><published>2007-01-03T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T12:29:43.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>float like a butterfly, sting like a bee</title><content type='html'>I still got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right my bad luck follows me to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for school early yesterday because I wanted to stop by the bookstore and pick up my books before class. When I arrive at the parking garage it is closed off with police outside telling people to go to another lot. So I follow directions, until I found myself in a 1/2 mile back up on the 5th street bridge. So, instead of sitting in the non moving line I decide to hang a Uey in the middle of the bridge and go find myself some street parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find some new meters where a cop is pulling off the "No Parking By Police Order" bags they put over them... BINGO! I even have a crap load of quarters, and it's a FOUR HOUR METER! Ok, so that was a bit of good luck. When I get out of the car tho, I realize, I have no idea where building 13 is. As I grab my bag out of the car I look up and see bldg 12, NICE I must be close, and I realize I parked right in front of the building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad part was that after all the confusion, I was no longer early enough to go grab my books. I had parked right in front of my class, but at least a 15 minute walk to the bookstore. So I decide to just head in and find my class. When I open the doors I see a big sticker that says "WIFI SPOT" woooot and I have 15 mins to check it out!! Three access points later and I can check my gmail. Suhweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head into class and find a seat near an outlet for the laptop and the class starts filling up, and yes, I'm one of the oldest people there. Well, besides one guy and the professor, the three of us look about the same age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has changed so much since I went last. The prof starts to write his contact info on the board (dry erase board not chalk board). It takes him over 5 minutes to get it all up there. Name, room, office hours, email, website, AIM nick, WAIT AIM NICK?? hahaha I got a huge chuckle out of this. In fact he didn't even list a phone number, until later when he was going over the info and realized someone might want his phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, not much went on in class, a little talking but mostly just info on the fist day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;VIS114-IDT 01/02/07&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Class Notes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Adam J Thompson&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Adam.thompson7572@sinclair.edu"&gt;Adam.thompson7572@sinclair.edu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office 13-212C&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon/Wed 1-2:!5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues/Thurs&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2:30-3:45&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web: vis.adamjthompson.com&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM: sinclairadamt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 937-512-2771&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Prefers to be called Mr. Thompson or Professor Thompson &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No first name basis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My.sinclair.edu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very little printed material, he puts it all online.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer lab around corner.- second floor print credits etc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes a geek too, email best contact.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;IDT = everything you need to do BEFORE you start a project- planning a project&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ie: blueprints to a house except for digital media or web design&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Interactive Digital Media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that's it. Boring eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class ends promptly so I ditch the bag and head over to the bookstore. It is a MADHOUSE on the first day of classes of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh Ive lost track of time, more later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-744550665921779262?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/744550665921779262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=744550665921779262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/744550665921779262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/744550665921779262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/fly-like-butterfly-sting-like-bee.html' title='float like a butterfly, sting like a bee'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-5162433024580292977</id><published>2007-01-02T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:16:28.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>here we go again...</title><content type='html'>So this is it.  Today is my first day of school.  At 11:30 I have a class called "Interactive Digital Theory", whatever that is, I'll letcha know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday I went to campus to pick up my books at the store and they were still closed for winter break.  I found out that they re opened the following day and that I could order my books online and they would get to me in 2-3 days!  I thought that was a good deal, except I still don't have my books.  I called them this morning and they still haven't processed my order, so I made arrangements with Jim (who sounded either cute or gay, I couldn't tell) to pick up my books before class.  Thanks Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here be da schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RZpn_eh2zgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gk7l5gzyB5E/s1600-h/schedule.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RZpn_eh2zgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gk7l5gzyB5E/s400/schedule.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015435475254955522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad the first day of classes is a Tuesday, since I only have one class.  This way I can figure out where building 13 is and all that jazz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope I'm not the oldest person in the class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope they have WiFi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope I can take notes on the laptop, my writing skills aren't so good anymore and it makes my hand hurt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's about it... I'll cya on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5162433024580292977?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/5162433024580292977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=5162433024580292977&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5162433024580292977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/5162433024580292977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/RZpn_eh2zgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gk7l5gzyB5E/s72-c/schedule.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-2933201208731679237</id><published>2007-01-01T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T11:18:49.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>We watched Happy Feet last night with the kids and I really enjoyed it.  I didn't mind the environmental message and I felt it was highly outweighed by the humor and music.  But then you're talking to someone that recycles, uses fluorescent lighting and times her thermostat.  I try to do my part, as you should too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, funny statement of the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Anna: "Mommy how do you say Bittula."&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Bittula."&lt;br /&gt;Anna: "Mommy how do you say Bittula in Spanish?"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "El Bittula."&lt;br /&gt;Anna: " EL BITTULA ELBITTULA... hehehe I like that!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me, my kids are possesed by satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, New Years Resolutions.  Since I'm such a selfless person, I'm going to give resolutions to the rest of my family first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE:  You should go to the doctor.  Your life would be so much easier.  It HAS been over 25  years, and they have things to fix your messed up stomach and make you snore less.  And as for a resolution, you can't get one much easier than that.  And, trust me, I could think of much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYA:  You should resolve to finally clean out your EARS!  I mean come on, isn't that annoying to never hear what people tell you?  Pretty soon you'll miss out on the good stuff too.  But then maybe its a defense mechanism for your singing *HAHAHA*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNA: Quit biting your fingernails!!  I'm so tired of hearing you cry about your "pinger's hurting" baby!!  You gotta quit that stuff, or I'll be forced to resort to some Old Time Southern torture to get you to stop, like put hot sauce on your fingers.  And, well, we don't want you crying like you did last time about that.  So, just stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  I resolve to continue to be as practically perfect in every way that I already am.  It IS a hard task, but ya know, it's all worth it.  Especially this year when I will turn 30.  THIRTY?!?!  Shut up old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that's just my little way to say there is so much wrong with me, I wouldn't even know where to start with a resolution.  I'm hoping that this year my life will start to take a new direction, and my resolution is to do my part to make sure it does just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a good start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/wonderwoman.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG IS IT JANUARY FOURTH YET?!?!  IM TRYING TO BLOG HERE LITTLE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in the work department.  I checked my voice mail yesterday and there were three messages, all from mad people, all dealing with problems I've already spent countless hours to fix and all from things the duck didn't follow thru on.  It is so frustrating.  When you deal with insurance and money, it's not fun to have pissed off people.  And, when you're trying to fix a problem you have to deal with laws and regulations like HIPPA, and well, I'l stop there.  But I'm sick of it.  I can count on one hand the number of accounts I actually enjoy going into anymore.  The sooner the better on  that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Maya: (says all excited) "Only TEN MORE MINUTES!"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "What's in ten minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;Maya:  " Eleven O' Clock."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS! &lt;/span&gt; Today my sister turns 31, she was a New Years' babay!  So cabbage rolls at my mom's house today to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So here's to wishing you the same, more happiness, more health and more time to spend with your families in 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-2933201208731679237?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/2933201208731679237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=2933201208731679237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2933201208731679237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/2933201208731679237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-8188921648261515700</id><published>2006-12-25T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:03:24.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics of the family, for the family.  But, even if you're not family, you are welcome to  have a look!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/teebtobb/ChristmasEveAtGrannyAndPapaS"&gt;Christmas Eve Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/teebtobb/ChristmasDay"&gt;Christmas Day Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a great day despite the fact that just about everyone, Joe, Maya, Mom, Dave and myself, have sick stomach's today.  Poor Maya woke up and headed straight to the trashcan and stuck her head in!  What a way to spend Christmas!  When I said so to her she replied."Ya, I think it's because I made fun of Anna".  My little buddhist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our present to the girls this year I made their toy room into a school room.   With a little work and very little money, (because we got the tables , boards etc from the school basement) my girls have been in heaven all day!  One of their favorite things to do is to play teacher and pretend to do wall cards.  Here is a video of when they opened the toy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=1629651527858431407&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it.  I'm fixing a Turkey Dinner that no one is coming over to eat, and the one's that are here to eat it, pry won't eat much of it.  Leftover's at my house tomorrow, if anyone can make it in time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p id="blogfeeds"&gt;&lt;$BlogFeedsVertical$&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8188921648261515700?l=spotoft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/feeds/8188921648261515700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21390808&amp;postID=8188921648261515700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8188921648261515700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21390808/posts/default/8188921648261515700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas...'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/me_bitches.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
