tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213908082009-03-02T00:45:38.226-05:00T's SpotA little spot to talk about all the things I love and hatethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.comBlogger377125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-87518891526667739982008-09-17T14:23:00.001-05:002008-09-17T14:25:08.421-05:00new is good...T's Spot has a<a href="http://spotoft.com/?feed=rss2"> new spot</a>!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8751889152666773998?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-88144376704416017992008-09-03T08:04:00.008-05:002008-09-17T09:43:54.357-05:00retardedness...No, it isn't a word, <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=retardedness">but it should be</a>.<br /><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br />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.<br /><br />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 <a href="http://sarchasm.net/">sarchasm</a>ic).<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Country First, bitches.<br /><br />[insert ironic laughter here]<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6LodBI1XI/AAAAAAAAGJc/_rIhWTAmE7g/s1600-h/twhite13.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6Lv74NyqI/AAAAAAAAGJk/nz0D7wH8l9Q/s1600-h/twhite15.jpg"><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" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6MFTMORII/AAAAAAAAGJs/zcX87iaVp5E/s1600-h/twhite16.jpg"><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" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />To those people I say:<br /><br />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!!<br /><br />Oh, and one last thing. I &lt;3 posts with the words "<a href="http://sethchromick.com/190/sarah-palins-daughters-love-child-hilarious/">loves the cock</a>" in them, and so should you. You can thank me later.<br /><br />Enjoy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SL6PPLzIYoI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/uQ6oN-dHJHo/s1600-h/twhite17.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8814437670441601799?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-20458789016083301652008-08-28T09:02:00.006-05:002008-10-04T18:27:41.776-05:00so much to say...I feel all backed up...<br /><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br />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...<br /><br /><br /><i>*enter the annoying noise from space odyssey 2000- beep beep*</i><br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Look how purdy...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SLaxmAxEetI/AAAAAAAAGIs/UjJ_TbjlAn0/s1600-h/0826080945.jpg"><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" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SLaxr8QxWkI/AAAAAAAAGI0/2icY7oBuCps/s1600-h/0826080948.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SLax7ZJUS4I/AAAAAAAAGI8/NIpBROlucKM/s1600-h/twhite03.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><br /><b>NEXT</b><br /><br />Tuesday was also Maya's first day of 4th grade.<br /><i><br />FOURTH GRADE, bitches.</i><br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><b><br />NEXT</b><br /><br />Check this out... I find it HILARIOUS and I can't help but call him Dr. Balsy (Ball-zee)<br /><br /><img src="http://www.thenextwave.biz/tnw/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/blasy-ad.jpg" style="max-width: 800px; width: 248px; height: 343px;" /><br /><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;" /><br /><br /><br />Why can't I find a doctor like this?<br /><b><br />NEXT</b><br /><br />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 <a href="http://esrati.com/?p=997">favorite speech of the DNC</a> 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.<br /><br /><b>NEXT</b><br /><br />Speaking of buckeyes... do you know what Saturday is???<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oPiBSktp6M">Hang on Sloopy, hang on</a>.<br /><br />HOLLER!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-2045878901608330165?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-9176199644947822612008-08-19T07:40:00.004-05:002008-10-04T18:28:11.503-05:00summary...<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">I went to Atlantic City -<br /><ul><li>met some new friends/money </li><li>lost some old friends/money </li><li>played some poker, not on tha internets </li><li>drank New Jersey's entire supply of Captain Morgans (which they have little Rum Guns for, omg I want one) </li><li>Got to hear Lilly's laugh for a week straight - Lilly has an awesome laugh</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/0806082328.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><br />Went to a Poison concert-<br /><ul><li>I was the DD - I am an awesome DD, who knew.</li><li>Had two girls pee on my foot</li><li>I averted a fist fight with a 13 year old</li><li>Had 5 beers spilled on misc parts of my body</li><li>Sebastian Bach &gt; Bret Michaels</li><li>I don't look half bad in a dew rag</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SKq_j8CKkfI/AAAAAAAAGH8/IU7TYLZfEFU/s1600-h/DSC02556.JPG"><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" /></a><br />Any questions?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-917619964494782261?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-88122664310515698252008-08-16T10:52:00.003-05:002008-09-17T09:48:51.512-05:00when i was 12ish...I went to my first concert. I remember it clearly.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BX8_cc7Q6zM">Dokken</a> - <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JJXy2pKy7A">Slaughter</a> - <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4qVJnhZwWY">Poison</a><br /><br />What a fucking line up. This was almost 20 years ago, mind you.<br /><br />I had big hair - my bangs were so high and hard my brother used to tease me and say it was how they invented <a href="http://www.gardenweasel.com/">the claw</a>... 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).<br /><br />Anyhow - to the point of this story.<br /><br />Today is a walk back in time. I am going to <a href="http://www.riverbend.org/">Riverbend</a> 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, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGhlUzzib6c">here is a welcomed reminder</a>.<br /><br />Good times people, good times.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8812266431051569825?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-44721703633995978462008-07-30T13:34:00.003-05:002008-10-04T18:28:54.331-05:00light the night...<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">On September 25th I will be taking part in a fundraiser for called <a target="_blank" href="http://www.lightthenight.org/"><span>Light the Night</span></a> for <a target="_blank" href="http://www.leukemia-lymphoma.org/hm_lls">The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. </a><br /><br /><br />So what do I want from you?? I want you to go to my <a target="_blank" href="http://www.active.com/donate/ltnCincin/2393_teresalea">nifty little website</a> and donate some green backs, or better yet, go <a target="_blank" href="http://www.lightthenight.org/">register to walk</a><br />in your town and raise even more money!! If you're lucky enough to<br />live near me, our walk leaves from the Fraze Pavilion at 7:30pm<br />(registration starts at 5:30).<br /><br /><br />I, of course, will be walking in honor of <a target="_blank" href="http://www.styxbowl.com/jill/jill_article.htm">Jill Sabsevitz</a> - and everything I raise will be donated in her name.<br /><br />So<br />GO DONATE, or holler at me with some ridiculous prop bet that you will<br />most certainly lose if that's your style... you know I can't turn down<br />a good bet!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4472170363399597846?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-25940504863800476922008-07-25T09:16:00.008-05:002008-10-04T18:29:24.585-05:00details...I had promised details about my awesome job and never delivered. What can I say, I just liked the suspense. <br /> <br />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. <br /> <br />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. <br /> <br />For those of you who have NO idea what I'm talking about, I'll give you a little example, I took this code <br /> <br /><.table align="center" width="100%" class="tableBorderLIGHT".> <br /> <_tr> <br /><.td align="center" style="padding-left:10px;"><_a href="ME_CaseLaw.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages">Case Law<_/a> <br /> <_/td> <br /> <_td align="center"><_a href="ME_statutes.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages">Statutes<_/a> <br /> <br /> <_td align="center"><_a href="ME_courtrules.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages">Court Rules<_/a> <br /> <_/td> <br /> <_td align="center"><_a href="ME_Admin.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages">Admin. Materials<_/a> <br /> <br /> <_/td> <br /> <_/tr> <br /><_/table> <br /> <br />Which is the code for the RED navigation in this picture: <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SInhh1TinOI/AAAAAAAAF6g/8PsNHiElg7I/s1600-h/pfbefore.jpg"><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" /></a> <br /> <br />And I changed that code to this: <br /> <br /><_table class="top_tablewidth"> <br /><_tr> <br /><_td class="toplink"><_a href="ME_CaseLaw.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages">Case Law<_/a><_/td> <br /><_td class="toplink"><_a href="ME_statutes.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages">Statutes<_/a><_/td> <br /><_td class="toplink"><_a href="ME_courtrules.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages">Court Rules<_/a><_/td> <br /><_td class="toplink"><_a href="ME_Admin.htm" target="mainFrame" class="pages">Admin. Materials<_/a><_/td> <br /><_/tr> <br /><_/table> <br /> <br />Which made it look like this visually <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SInhpOdpM3I/AAAAAAAAF6o/k4JKFN7aoFE/s1600-h/pfafter+copy.jpg"><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" /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SInhzgpmHUI/AAAAAAAAF6w/IpJXlGVrxIQ/s1600-h/pfwelcome.jpg"><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" /></a> <br />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. <br /> <br />And that's it! That is what I do all day, and I love it... for now. <br /> <br />I sit in a little cubical that is about 10x10 and grey. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SIniQUd5SeI/AAAAAAAAF64/wUsVDCrblDo/s1600-h/ricetreat.jpg"><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" /></a><_offtopic> <br />SOMEONE JUST BROUGHT ME A PEANUT BUTTER RICE CRISPY TREAT THE SIZE OF TEXAS ON A BIG MAP. <br /><_/offtopic> <br /> <br />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 <3 href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/content/berlinvideo/">watch this now</a>. Mega stud's that attract 200,000 Germans, here's to hoping he doesn't sell out to the man. <br /> <br />PS: 12 more wake ups till I leave for Atlantic City... watch out Jersey.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-2594050486380047692?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-68419775179863442632008-07-24T12:39:00.004-05:002008-10-04T18:29:54.827-05:00mac's aren't so bad...<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Especially when <a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-things.html#comments">they leave comments on my bloggo</a> telling me about new Firefox plug-ins.<br /><br />I heart Firefox plug-ins.<br /><br />So this is a test of the <a href="http://www.scribefire.com/">Scribefire</a>. 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...<br /><br /><img alt="" src="file:///D:/Documents%20and%20Settings/whitetl/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/01367_orangyart_1280x1024.jpg" />It did work, but when I went to post I think my work's security settings are blocking it.<br /><br />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, <strike>and look ZOOKS A STRIKE THRU!</strike><br /><br />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.<br /><br />That deserves a Holler.<br /><br />And a little secret for <a href="http://www.snow-blind.net">Mac</a>, 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.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6841977517986344263?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-4660343675998881512008-07-23T14:54:00.003-05:002008-10-04T18:30:46.572-05:00beautiful things...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.<br /><br />I like option 2.<br /><br />Anyhoodles - I just did something that put me in a ridiculously fabulous mood.<br /><br />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 <3 for you though.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Check it...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/SIeMu_theMI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/zttJoC2WSwU/s1600-h/twhite09.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><br />I'm so happy I could cry. But you can all still GFY (for the next few days anyhow).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-466034367599888151?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-72236288033175465272008-07-16T11:56:00.005-05:002008-10-04T18:31:04.200-05:00this is only a test...... of the emergency 'whether or not I can blog from work' broadcast system...<br /><br />THIS IS ONLY A TEST. (aka: my boss is at lunch)<br /><br />Since I'm here, let me share with you the latest things that have made me laugh. You can find them <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=holler">here</a> and <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=holler%20back%20girl">here</a>.<br /><br />Enjoy.<br /><br />Other things of note:<br /><br /><ul><li>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??***<br /></li><li>It is hard to unpack when you have no where to put things.</li><li>Sheila is going to help me with the above this weekend, (shhh, it's a surprise).<br /></li><li>I thought I was over it, but NOPE, I still heart men over 40. Wait a minute, I heart men under 40 too... hmmmm...</li><li>Right now, my left tricep is twitching.</li><li>Friday, poker, my place... is it in?</li><li>I am never going to blog in complete sentences again, unordered lists are OBV the way to go.</li></ul>***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 -<br /><_table width="188px" border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><br />Is it even possible to create cellpadding and spacing in CSS? If so, tell me how O WISE ONE!<br /><br />Tables suck btw.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7223628803317546527?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-53099004959235645502008-07-01T05:25:00.003-05:002008-09-17T09:52:40.265-05:00the short of it...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:<br /><br /><ul><li>My new job rulzorz</li><li>They have a gym</li><li>They have yoga classes</li><li>All I do all day is design websites and update/clean html and css code.</li><li>I'm the only girl web designer</li><li>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</li><li>It's nice to be treated like a professional and an adult at the same time</li><li>I was excited to get out of bed at 5am this morning</li></ul>Shower time!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-5309900495923564550?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-87358942031358593982008-06-22T06:28:00.004-05:002008-09-17T09:53:41.018-05:00suburbia...So this is it.<br /><br />In a couple of hours the movers will be here. and a couple of hours after that... I'll be a suburbian...<br /><br />For the first time in my life.<br /><br />Damn the man.<br /><br />Damn him all to hell.<br /><br />Except when I'm layin' at the pool, then we should definitely make him a Margarita... just sayin'.<br /><br /><br /><br />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? $9.00.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8735894203135859398?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-7965299199384211612008-06-13T20:37:00.004-05:002008-09-17T09:54:24.105-05:00sunglasses...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?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />What happens?<br /><br />I lose my great Gucci fakes from Vegas.<br /><br />I run over the new brown pair with my car, the first day I wore them.<br /><br />The new black pair, I stepped on while I was at work.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />And my faithful $2 back up from Target? Crushed in my overnight bag.<br /><br />This is all in a matter of 2 weeks.<br /><br />What does this all mean? I have no fucking clue. What I do know is that I got my dream job this week. I was chosen to take a co-op position with THE MAN as a Web Designer.<br /><br />A WEB DESIGNER. WHO KNEW.<br /><br />Is this the return of the T? What will happen on these sites? Will she embed porn where no one can see? Will she have AIM access? Do they block FTP? Will the forum be blacklisted? Will she start blogging again? Has she lost her awesome sense of WIT?<br /><br />So many questions, and only one way to find out. HOLLER.<br /><br />PS: I put the good stuff at the end, cause only the people that love me will actually read all that crap to get to the good stuff! You know who you are, and thanks for always being there. (See, give me a job and I turn into a fraking sap...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-796529919938421161?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-81995224979969088782008-04-17T06:01:00.003-05:002008-09-17T09:56:41.459-05:00for the love of...I broke my toe, and it hurts like hell. My girls were upstairs in the bath screaming like banchees (wtf is a banchee anyhow?) so I had to go up and set them straight. On my way down I slipped with about 5 steps left and my foot went a-flying into my elliptical machine that sits at the bottom of the stairs.<br /><br />This was the result of the collision.<br /><br /><a href="http://s51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/?action=view&amp;current=0416082000.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f384/khanwoman/0416082000.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hot, I know.<br /><br />But the most exciting news of my week is that construction has started on my new home. Next time I'm over I will be snapping some pics. I had told my brother in law (Scott) that the only request I had was for my shower to have some sort of ledge in it for me to prop my foot on when I shave my legs. In my parents house there is no ledge, and the stand up shower is quite small. So... I have to take a shower and THEN go up to their bathtub and shave my legs. My mom was over there Tuesday and the first thing in is my shower, and from what I hear it has TWO SEATS in it and I can't wait to use it!<br /><br />HOLLER!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8199522497996908878?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-2117718376037944342008-04-02T11:06:00.007-05:002008-10-04T18:31:47.311-05:00so anyhoo...I started back to school yesterday, my schedule is as follows:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R_OwQFHIn7I/AAAAAAAAFJ8/sYkMcQfnP_k/s1600-h/Tee26.jpg"><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" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />I GOT A JOB!!!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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)<br /><br />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.<br /><br />This picture is titled, "Where, O Where, Have My Boobles Gone".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R_O5OFHIn9I/AAAAAAAAFKM/irBBIvf8py8/s1600-h/apr2nd2008+copy.jpg"><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" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-211771837603794434?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-60024697273046996622008-03-25T07:11:00.009-05:002008-09-17T09:59:41.292-05:00dude...I finished my quarter at school. Well, kinda.<br /><br />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. <span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br />There is <a href="http://www.teresalea.com/265_white_final.osx">an .osx file for the Mac goobers</a>, and <a href="http://www.teresalea.com/265_white_final.exe">an .exe file for the PC goobers</a>. 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 :)<br /><br />Also, there is an "easter egg" hidden in the program and when/if you find it, it features <a href="http://heresthepartidontget.blogspot.com/">Huckles von Chuckles.</a><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R-jyE1HIn2I/AAAAAAAAFJI/52-hgp4z_Hg/s1600-h/0321081457.jpg"><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" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R-jyIlHIn3I/AAAAAAAAFJQ/dNwceY662-o/s1600-h/0321081458.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R-jyM1HIn4I/AAAAAAAAFJY/Sl3xqsXZrOM/s1600-h/0321081458a.jpg"><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" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6002469727304699662?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-85758653529279082912008-03-05T08:31:00.007-05:002008-10-04T18:36:13.856-05:00holy mcfucklesons!!!That is such a great word, IS. IT. NOT?! I hardly think any of you are prepared to argue that point with me at all.<br /><br />So, I shall proceed.<br /><br />I was at my sister's Friday night and my BFF, Heather, stopped by for dinner. She and I were discussing some of my "dates" as of late, and my brother-in-law seemed a bit shocked, so I thought I'd get it out there as not to shock anymore people.<br /><br />I'm still "married", and I'm "seeing" other people. I use the terms in quotage lightly, just sayin'.<br /><br />There, ya have it.<br /><br />Next on the agenda, my fat ass.<br /><br />February was a slow month for me, but I didn't gain any weight, so I'm glad about that. No steps backward = I'm still going forward. So, this month I am starting my journey to shedding my final poundages. By July 1st (the day I started in 2007) I want to be ~35lbs lighter than I am now, which would put me at a total weight loss of ~100lbs.<br /><br />HOLY MCFUCKLESONS. Put your hatorade away.<br /><br />Notice I am giving myself plenty of time to accomplish this, because I realize these last pounds (especially that last 10) are most likely gonna be a big ass bitch. Holler. And don't worry Sheila, ass soon as my jeans I have now don't fit, I'll be placing my custom couture order :)<br /><br />Next on the agenda, finding someone to pay for my boob job. Wanna make another bet Sheila??? :)<br /><br />Oh and PS - School is putting a big butt kickin' on me this quarter. I'm all bruised up, but if I ever have anything good to tell, you will be the first to know.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-8575865352927908291?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-62441639707154057092008-02-27T08:02:00.008-05:002008-09-17T12:34:15.046-05:00miss me?Hell, I miss me, so y'all must be out of your minds!!! <br /> <br />You know what I <3? height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvyRs3eBaOw&amp;rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvyRs3eBaOw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object> <br /> <br />I also found this, evidently at some point in my life I wanted my body to be blushy and shimmery. And then, on top of that, figured I'd want it to be blushy and shimmery again at some point, and held onto it. Good thinkin' me!! <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R8VtLtXjgMI/AAAAAAAAFAs/7huFM1pOBEQ/s1600-h/020808_10591.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R8VtLtXjgMI/AAAAAAAAFAs/7huFM1pOBEQ/s320/020808_10591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171659795029262530" border="0" /></a> <br />Now, I just need to find someone that wants to see me blushy and shimmery. I'm taking applications. <br /> <br />PS: new song again at top, listen to it soon, cause I already found something to replace it with :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6244163970715405709?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-746294832873375392008-02-06T11:06:00.002-05:002008-10-04T18:32:51.723-05:00procrastination...Since that is all I use my blog for anymore, now is a good time for it!! The 101 things I should be doing right now can wait.<br /><br />My "mini van mom" days are over. The van has been sold, and I am now driving a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ultra_Low_Emission_Vehicle">ULEV</a>. I miss my van horribly, but I do feel about 5 years younger when I drive this car, and that's a PLUS. I just need to get some window tintage (so I LOOK 5 years younger too) and I'll be kickin' it. Holler. My chicks seem to dig the new wheels (a Honda Civic, btw) but we will see how they feel when there are no movies to watch on the next road trip.<br /><br />I am about to move into my mom and dad's basement, which would make me feel about 10 years younger, except for the fact that my two kids are going with me. So instead, it will pry age me 10 years. It is just temporary till Maya finishes her school year out, but still, gl me!!<br /><br />I kicked zooks ass <a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2007/12/motivation.html">in this</a>. I don't wanna rub it in too much, so that's all I have to say about that :P<br /><br />My chicks and I are starting Jiu Jitsu lessons today. I just wanna <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=qmuiX3H7DTo">grapple with hot dudes</a>, sfobv. Submit hot dude FTW.<br /><br />Still no job, I even interviewed with a florist. I must seem like I'm not the flowery type, who knew.<br /><br />Storyboards suck ass.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-74629483287337539?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-77523322979599221912008-01-27T08:31:00.002-05:002008-10-04T18:33:39.118-05:00LET'S DO SHOTS!I did one of nyquil last night, but this morning Ima go all <a href="http://tours.girlsgonewild.com/maintour.php/2553/41/A?gclid=CN7bt8jGlpECFQIQFQodtz7bPQ">GGW</a> on you and do a dayquil!<br /><br />wooohoooooo!<br /><br /><br />Anyhow, the amounts of phlegm contained in my body at the moment are not the point of this post. I shall proceed...<br /><br />If you've been around my spot for awhile you are familiar with my <a href="http://spotoft.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-too-old-for-this.html">struggles with Math</a>. You would also know that after a year in school I finally broke down and took my Math class this quarter.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />/commercial break/<br /><blockquote>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:<br /><br />"Mommy, I just had a really good dream."<br /><br />"OOOOOH tell me!"<br /><br />"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!"<br /><br />"Did you get to ride on it?"<br /><br />"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!"</blockquote><br /><br />/end commercial break/<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />For instance, I come home from math class, get ALL of my homework problems wrong, I shoot an email (or a <span style="font-style: italic;">mathmail </span>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.<br /><br />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...<br /><br />YOUR SCORE IS 70%<br /><br />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!<br /><br />AND I GOT A 70% AGAIN!! (did you "lol" when u read this? I did)<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?<br /><br />I think I will let my most excellent math tutor answer this one in limerick, for your enjoyment.<br /><br /><blockquote>The first test, she was going to fail it<br />She decided that she would mathmail it<br /><br />J worked his magic<br />To avoid scores so tragic<br /><br />Which in the end, caused her to nail it<br /><br /> ~thehugeguy<br /></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R5ySSP25XuI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/R4pxLjSNFyI/s1600-h/012408_14051.jpg"><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" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-7752332297959922191?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-65043588585530201552008-01-24T10:09:00.002-05:002008-10-04T18:33:52.328-05:00my first flash...And, not the streaking kind...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R5iqmP25XSI/AAAAAAAAE2w/37ugud3Ni6s/s1600-h/Tee05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R5iqmP25XSI/AAAAAAAAE2w/37ugud3Ni6s/s320/Tee05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159060947221437730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I didn't design this or anything, it was just a homework assignment. I couldn't get the logo quite right (well I guess I could've, but I didn't), the L part is a lil skewed, and the shadow of the orb is a too dense, which causes my highlight to be too white.<br /><br />Anyhow, a certain someone was asking me about flash (no not lynx) so I thought I'd throw this up there. So far, I'm liking it much better than Dreamweaver. We will see how I feel when I start tweening and linking etc.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-6504358858553020155?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-324524843497320442008-01-06T13:16:00.002-05:002008-10-04T18:33:11.206-05:00catch up...~I start school Tuesday, and both my girls go back tomorrow. Anna is going FULL TIME THIS QUARTER! <br /><br />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.<br /><br />~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 <span style="font-weight: bold;">and</span> 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!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R4Eeqk50BkI/AAAAAAAAEh8/pCtpo3XqfgU/s1600-h/jagerbomb.JPG"><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" /></a>RIP jagerbomber... it was real.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">~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 <a href="http://news.cincinnati.com/apps/pbcs.dll/section?Category=CINCI">Nasty Nati </a>with her. I wasn't excited about driving on NYE, and decided to be the sober one. I'm such a wonderful friend!!<br /><br />So ya, that was a blast. Everyone got home safe tho, that's what matters... right?<br /><br />~I'm pluggin along in my bet w <a href="http://gadzooks64.blogspot.com/">zooks</a>. 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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Here's my updated pic:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R4E88k50BlI/AAAAAAAAEiE/tpm6wwf9VH0/s1600-h/Jan6th2008.jpg"><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" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> May 28th 2007 Oct 24th 2007 Jan 6th 2008</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>And ya, I know I look like death warmed over but:<br /><br />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.<br /><br />B) You're not supposed to be lookin' at my face (and not those either... Jeff)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div><br />This one is just for my girls, they thought it was hilarious...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2an3x6D8xR4/R4E_ek50BmI/AAAAAAAAEiM/jtBh08lDFYI/s1600-h/100_4008.JPG"><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" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-32452484349732044?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-45021967061122245952008-01-02T15:09:00.000-05:002008-01-02T15:37:18.351-05:002008...I remember when I was a kid, my friends and I figuring out how old we would all be when the year 2000 hit. My magic year 2000 number was 23, and yes, for those of you who know your math, that means I will be 31 this year.<br /><br />Another little T memory is that ride at Epcot Center, showing what the future would be like (do you remember it? it was all Jetsonlike), and well, it is now the future and I do not feel like Mrs. Jetson.<br /><br />When I was in the 6th grade I had my plans laid out to become the first female president...<br /><br />I planned on having a college degree...<br /><br />I swore I'd be out of Ohio by the time I was 23...<br /><br />I knew I wanted a career that would allow me to travel...<br /><br />I thought I'd be happily married with 3 kids...<br /><br />I could go on, but the point is that some of this never happened, some of it I wouldn't even want anymore, and some of the greatest things I've accomplished aren't even on the list.<br /><br />The awesome thing is , I'm OK with that. As crazy as my life is right now between school, career change, kids and going through all the fucked up craziness of my marriage being over; for the first time in my life, I feel completely content. <br /><br />So, bring it on 2008, I'm ready for you, bitches!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4502196706112224595?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-43340282150056599142007-12-24T17:52:00.002-05:002008-10-04T18:34:14.357-05:00how many times have i told you...MY FAMILY RULES!!!<br /><br />May I present, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2avg9d97vhQ">my brother in law, Scottisha...</a><br /><br />Merry Christmas!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-4334028215005659914?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21390808.post-22977479265162195762007-12-22T10:12:00.001-05:002008-10-04T18:34:27.831-05:00and so it begins...The wonderful pre-Christmas weekend. <br /><br />My yearly reminder of why Thanksgiving rocks the socks off of Christmas.<br /><br />So ya, that's pretty much all I have to say about that... here's some pics.<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fteebtobb%2Falbumid%2F5145849669861206929%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21390808-2297747926516219576?l=spotoft.blogspot.com'/></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300850491831838078noreply@blogger.com0