tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37311426902365127792024-03-13T16:19:15.694-04:00Tracie MaeC is for cookie and cookie is for me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-2943422995946005012009-03-02T18:38:00.005-05:002009-03-02T18:51:36.338-05:00I'm on Twitter, too.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.connectusers.com/learning_center/resources/img/twitter-logo.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 64px;" src="http://www.connectusers.com/learning_center/resources/img/twitter-logo.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Okay, so I'm officially a twitterer.<br /><a href="http://www.twitter.com/traciemae">Check me out.</a><br />Follow me.<br />Or whatever.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-29915887739840326502009-03-02T02:55:00.002-05:002009-03-02T03:13:51.402-05:00Is it just me...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.e-rockford.com/applesauce/files/2009/02/democrats_republicans_head_to_head_hg_wht.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 278px;" src="http://blogs.e-rockford.com/applesauce/files/2009/02/democrats_republicans_head_to_head_hg_wht.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Is it just me or have your relationships with your republican friends been smudged a bit? I have a couple of die hard republican friends who I feel a little weird around now. I don't know if it's their pure disgust for Obama versus my fondness of him that caused a rift. Then there's the whole thing about him being black. Like me. I'm not saying his race was the reason they didn't vote for him (but you never know). But maybe it's just the fact that you've found your friends, people that you chill with, drink with, laugh, and cry with, are so incredibly different from you. <br /><br />You may start second-guessing what you actually have in common with them. And you could realize that you're only friends with them because they're nice and occasionally funny, and so are you. <br /><br />As of right now, I just try to steer clear of political talk (which was extra hard to do around the election) when I'm around my republi-friends. I guess having friends that believe different things makes me diverse. Diverse with awkward friendships. urg.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-14370878618906337702008-11-24T22:31:00.003-05:002009-03-02T02:50:44.352-05:00Back off the wagon.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ipl.pipnet.com/eggs/koolaid-large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 381px;" src="http://ipl.pipnet.com/eggs/koolaid-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />The Kool-Aid man is my dealer.<br />The Kool-Aid is my drug.<br /><br />I had weened myself off of Kool-Aid several months ago because I was on the weight loss tip and needed to cut my sugar intake. But I couldn't dare throw those packets of powdered goodness away. Recently, I had absolutely nothing to drink and wasn't about to venture out into the Atlanta cold to purchase something. I thought about what I had at home. I had sugar and my kitchen faucet was working. And I had never forgotten about the Kool-Aid packets at the bottom of that drawer. The answer was right in front of me. <br /><br />I hadn't forgotten my recipe. And the preparation all came back to me as if I'd never stopped making it. Hot water, so the sugar will dissolve. Tropical Punch and Lemonade blend. Fill a cup with ice to prepare for the both warm and cold first sip.<br /> <br />And oh, what a good first sip it was.<br />And a good second sip.<br />And all the following sips. <br />Until it was gone.<br />Not the cup, the pitcher.<br /><br />And I made another. And another.<br />I haven't stopped making Kool-Aid since.<br /><br />My name is Tracie. And I'm addicted to Kool-Aid.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-22864042460380723442008-11-17T19:37:00.002-05:002008-11-17T19:54:01.456-05:00I don't want to be famous.Youtube is weird.<br />People think they know me.<br />People want to know me.<br />People recognize me when I'm out.<br />All because I talk about my life on the internet.<br />Wait.<br />When it's written like that, it doesn't sound so smart.<br />It sounds like something my mother would warn me not to do.<br />"Don't do that Tray, you never know who's watching you." My mom would say.<br />And she may be right.<br />I mean, I'm normal.<br />But that doesn't mean that some weirdo-maniac-stalker type person isn't out there in youtube-land falling in love with me. <br />And all my different hair-do's.<br />I've already had one semi-nice-but-also-strange guy call me his "cyber wife," uhm, what's your name? Because I don't know you and I never got my wedding ring.<br />I've had people try to get my address to send me "gifts."<br />I've had people recommend places and times and dates for me to go out to eat, probably because they were sitting there with knife and binding rope in hand.<br />I've had people try to offer me jobs on TV, all they needed me to do is meet them for an "interview." <br />I mean, don't get me wrong, I understand that I'm out there in the world now.<br />People tune into me. People miss me when I'm gone (or at least they say they do).<br />I have 2051 people who subscribe to my videos (as of Nov. 17th). And there's probably 2040 people subscribed to me whom I've never met in person.<br />I like making my videos.<br />But I don't want to be famous.<br />I don't want to be famous enough for people to want to sleep outside my house until they die. I don't want to be famous enough that my life isn't just my own anymore.<br />Can youtube do that?<br />You bet your life it can.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-91744334681256195662008-11-15T01:22:00.003-05:002008-11-15T01:39:13.885-05:00What's the skinny on me?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arbonneinternational.co.uk/images/products/landing/weightloss/wlc_products.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 323px;" src="http://www.arbonneinternational.co.uk/images/products/landing/weightloss/wlc_products.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I wish I could look that happy on a scale.<br />I've been struggling with my weight since I can remember. I grew up on Jenny Craig food (because my mom was dieting, not me) and skim milk. And when my mom and I moved from Chicago to Mississippi, she started cooking a lot of things I just wouldn't eat. I can remember coming home from school one day and my mom was de-furring a DEER in our kitchen, that her husband had hit with his car (I think on purpose) on his way home. And if that doesn't make you want to live in Mississippi, try cooked squirrel and rabbit and ew, raccoon. Needless to say, when I got a car, any fast food place was where I was headed. So I fell into a fast food trap. I don't dislike any fast food. As much as I try. My least favorite place is Arby's, but if I went there I could find something I like easily. <br />In my family, there are the big women (me, one of my cousins, my mom, and my gramma) and the skinnies (everybody else). I guess I'm not as big as I used to be; I have dropped a pants size from this time last year. But I'm no where near where I want to be. Where I've resolved to be every New Year since I was 18. This weight thing has claimed so much of my life. I've tried everything, too. I guess the only thing I can to is keep trying.<br /><br />Side note: Is it wrong that I have a pair of skinny jeans? heh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-55286233300196212322008-11-10T17:18:00.005-05:002009-03-02T02:54:17.523-05:00History has been made. And I'm alive!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ugotbling.com/img/graphics/political/president-barack-obama.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.ugotbling.com/img/graphics/political/president-barack-obama.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />What can I say?<br />How about WOOHOO! Or YAYYYYY! Or OMG!<br />Barack Hussein Obama has been elected the 44th president of these United States. I must admit when I voted for him, I felt proud. I think I even smiled a little bit, okay, a lot. I would've voted democratically no matter who had won the primary, but yeah, it felt great voting for an African American president in my lifetime. Here it is 6 days after the votes came in and I think I'm still in shock.<br /><br />Just seeing the jubilation of people all across the nation on TV. Calling my mom and hearing her tear-filled testimony of how she'd learned the news. It's just more than anyone could've expected, I think. I don't ever remember time (since I've been on earth) that our country was so excited about the president we chose to elect. I swear this is gonna be a holiday. You know, just like how Washington and Lincoln used to have their own holidays before some hater lumped it all into President's Day.<br /> <br />I was talking to some of my old classmates from PC the other day and they brought up a GREAT point. One of them mentioned that Barack was initially Michelle Obama's intern. Michelle has some political/leadership experience of her own. So maybe Michelle should pull a Hillary and run for president after Barack has hopefully completed his 8 years. That would be AWESOME! Because then I could vote for both a black man AND a black woman for president in my lifetime. Boy, my grandkids are gonna get an ear-full. Heh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-61501307563500217402008-10-31T18:28:00.009-04:002008-11-05T02:17:07.332-05:00My neck! My neck and my back!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se1wXeSmpak/SRFIXkpseKI/AAAAAAAAATk/3pJaJvIQxFE/s1600-h/car-accident.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se1wXeSmpak/SRFIXkpseKI/AAAAAAAAATk/3pJaJvIQxFE/s320/car-accident.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265069009185568930" /></a><br /><br /><br />It all happened so fast. Perhaps as all car accidents do.<br />Some pedestrian (or stupidestrian, as I like to call him) decided that it was a good idea to take a leisurely stroll across Howell Mill during rush hour. Not at a light, mind you, but at a randomly placed crosswalk in the middle of the street. (I blame the city of Atlanta for painting that there.) The van in front of me didn't see him crossing the street until it was almost too late, so he slammed on his brakes. Which, in turn, made me have to slam on my brakes. But thankfully, I stopped before I hit the van. Unfortunately, the guy behind me wasn't so lucky.<br /><br />I finally had my first car accident. <br /><br />And let me just say that Saturns ROCK! The other guy's car was all messed up. I mean broken headlight, scratched up everywhere, and what looked like a broken hood. My car, a lovely little Saturn VUE, had no dents, no scratches, no nothing really. I saw a little scrape and that was it. And I was fine, too. I instantly had a headache but I think it was from the stress of being in an accident. I told the guy I was okay and that we didn't have to exchange information, considering that his car was the messed up one. At first, he seemed as though he was trying to act like it was my fault. Saying stuff like, "Don't worry about it..." and "Thanks for pulling over." I'm thinking to myself, YOU HIT ME, BUMHOLE! Get over yourself! Geez. But anyway, I'm fine. My back is fine. My neck is fine. And some nachos that I had just purchased from Willy's were also fine. (I did the "Mom reach over and save the passenger" move.) YES!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-51184572489272307062008-10-30T12:31:00.000-04:002008-11-04T12:33:05.294-05:00I'm BAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!Just an FYI.<br />Get at me dog!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-40093693250618502152008-04-03T00:14:00.004-04:002008-04-03T00:20:14.444-04:00Blog Postponed!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Health/ht_shock_060727_ssv.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Health/ht_shock_060727_ssv.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Until further notice.<br /><br />You can, however, catch me Monday, Wednesday, and Friday on Youtube vlogging (that's video blogging for those not up on the new lingo).<br /><br />Check out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/tracema">MY CHANNEL</a> for the Friday Rap Up because I will not be posting those here anymore either.<br /><br />Soon, I'll be back. Hopefully blogging about my job search.<br /><br />Thanks for reading guys. Go watch my videos.<br /><br />love,<br />traciemaeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-50304418180396012102008-03-28T06:11:00.000-04:002008-03-28T06:12:20.367-04:00Friday Rap Up - Insomnia<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pmwHuIPB2Ng&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pmwHuIPB2Ng&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-73607308019165306972008-03-21T15:03:00.001-04:002008-03-21T15:03:56.350-04:00Friday Rap Up - I paid my car off.<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5q7nRcDaEmw"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5q7nRcDaEmw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-14187097663165425932008-03-14T12:58:00.000-04:002008-03-14T12:59:18.838-04:00Friday Rap Up - I ain't do nuthin this week.<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZQ9SMfJAzA&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZQ9SMfJAzA&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-67791099742778108572008-03-07T17:57:00.002-05:002008-03-07T17:58:13.565-05:00Friday Rap Up - TWA<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccCaiys_UbU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccCaiys_UbU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-82812344069897253602008-03-02T00:38:00.000-05:002008-03-02T00:39:34.913-05:00I did it! My Big Chop.<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIbcxu9UgOc"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIbcxu9UgOc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-44651563807025784752008-02-29T00:26:00.001-05:002008-02-29T00:27:46.979-05:00Friday Rap Up - OversleepI overslept and missed a make-up class on Wednesday.<br />That pretty much sums up my week.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/znBN4nDs6BE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/znBN4nDs6BE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-29846996927083011722008-02-28T19:51:00.002-05:002008-02-28T20:20:59.398-05:00My life update pt. 3She called to tell me a huge tree fell on our house during a recent storm. It was actually good that she was at home because she was supposed to be out here in Atlanta for my biopsy, but I told her not to come. (Psychic again? No. My friend who's gone through it before said it wasn't "mama I need you" type of pain.)<br /><br />The tree plowed through our house. So for a second, my house was a tree house. There were branches in my room and bathroom which is on the total opposite of the house where the tree fell. When I first got the news and after the MooMoo said she (and my doggies) were okay, I didn't worry. I just thought, geez, when it rains it pours in my life. But then later that week when temperatures dropped below freezing in Mississippi, I started to worry. My mom was freezing at night. My dogs were freezing too. There's nothing like looking up at the stars from your bedroom.<br /><br />Eventually the tree was removed and a tarp was placed over the roof. Insurance is helping my mom pay for the roof rebuild, but now I don't know if I'll be able to pay for the rest of my school.<br /><br />...it's never ending.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-64836468434015049452008-02-27T13:14:00.005-05:002008-02-27T19:35:23.344-05:00My life update pt. 2I changed schools. I left Portfolio Center and now I attend The Creative Circus. It was a really hard decision. It was one I wish I didn't have to make. But I just felt like I would get more for my money over at the Circus so I left. Some students and faculty back at PC were cool about it, some were not. I wish it didn't have to be that way. I wish people didn't take it however they took it that resulted in a change in their attitude. But oh well, crap happens.<br /><br />I like Creative Circus but I'm new. That's the part I don't like. Yeah, I was new at PC once, but I came in with a bunch of new people. So we had each other. Now, at Circus, I'm a transfer, which is extra awkward (in my opinion). People are nice but I feel as though everything I do is being judged, by the students. I think people are looking at my stuff, like - is this how they're doing stuff over at PC? And I feel stressed about giving PC a bad name. I don't know why, I just feel that way. It could be all made up in my mind, but I doubt it.<br /><br />Hopefully, next quarter I won't be so new and so out of my mind with life worries that I can push forward with building the best book I can build. In the end, I'm not so worried about making friends, I just want a damn good job. And I have no problem saying that I got my education from both PC and Creative Circus. It is what it is.<br /><br />But just when I thought I was getting used to Circus life, my mom called and gave me something new to worry about...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-81949341821732221852008-02-25T21:28:00.004-05:002008-02-27T19:35:56.356-05:00My life update pt. 1I know it's been awhile since I've written something. I just haven't really been myself. The fun-loving, happy-go-lucky, always smiling Tracie hasn't been around lately. I've been going through a lot.<br /><br />The main thing: Remember back when I wrote about my visit to Planned Parenthood? How it was the greatest pap visit EVER? Yeah, so I should've known something would go wrong. My pap smear results came back abnormal and after more testing it was clear that I had to have a cervical biopsy. I learned that I would need the procedure back in January (around the time school was just starting back) and I couldn't stop thinking about it. It didn't help that my mom told me that my grandmother found out about her cancer through an abnormal pap. It also didn't help that cancer runs through our family like crazy. My mind went all over the place. I thought, what if I'm the first young person in my family who gets it, what if after all these years of being on birth control pills I'll have to have a hysterectomy before I even get the chance to have any kids, what if...<br /><br />The biopsy sucked. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Well, maybe my worst enemy. I still don't know my results (which probably sucks more than the biopsy itself). I haven't been able to focus 100% on school. My work has suffered and probably at the worst possible time. A time when people are looking at my work and really judging me. I mean really, judging me - all across, up and down.<br /><br />But that, folks, is a different story.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-85254279329726206342008-02-22T01:28:00.003-05:002008-02-22T02:41:42.596-05:00Friday Rap Up - 10 year class reunionMy high school class used to be so tight.<br />We won EVERY class competition from our 10th grade year on.<br />We were the best, in everything.<br />10 years later....yeah, uhm, not so much.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHiKrv5HazA&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHiKrv5HazA&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-66098191170585167302008-02-15T15:10:00.003-05:002008-02-15T15:22:54.082-05:00Friday Rap Up - Mystery ManI got some Valentine's Day gifts y'all.<br />It was a surprise to me. I was expecting yet another non-eventful V-day. But alas, I got some presents! Yay!<br /><br />I really have to update everyone on my life because some things have changed. I haven't been focused on writing really (or school for that matter) and that's so unlike me. But with good reason. I'll fill you in later, hopefully.<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUyz2Or7k2E&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUyz2Or7k2E&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-66783538265477764352008-02-12T16:45:00.000-05:002008-02-12T16:46:49.352-05:00I should've thought of this...<object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=665529&server=www.vimeo.com&fullscreen=1&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color="> <param name="quality" value="best" /> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /> <param name="scale" value="showAll" /> <param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=665529&server=www.vimeo.com&fullscreen=1&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=" /></object><br /><a href="http://www.vimeo.com/665529/l:embed_665529">Col-Pop: The Future of Fast-Food Technology</a> from <a href="http://www.vimeo.com/slice/l:embed_665529">Adam Kuban</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/l:embed_665529">Vimeo</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-47107790046821132432008-02-10T21:09:00.000-05:002008-02-10T21:17:06.134-05:00My favorite superbowl commercial...The Tide-to-go Talking Stain commercial was GREAT (in my opinion). It was clever, quick, and everyone who saw it, got it. Then it really became my favorite when I heard you could become the voice of the talking stain <a href="http://www.mytalkingstain.com">online</a>. FABULOUS idea!! 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But the election this time around is so exciting. Everybody is talking about it; it's right up there with Britney Spears (and that's a big step for politics). My voting experience went well. I went around 2:30pm and there was no line. I was in and out in under 5 minutes. I even cracked a small smile when I placed my vote. I felt proud because I was doing my part in what's bound to be a history making election. <br /><br />Who did I vote for....<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwwYCbrfIRA&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwwYCbrfIRA&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-70417817972916199292008-02-05T18:58:00.000-05:002008-12-09T23:13:40.461-05:00Have you heard?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se1wXeSmpak/R6j8-YvIKWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VFFKn4ShfbI/s1600-h/Tod%27s%2BD-Bag%2B1495.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se1wXeSmpak/R6j8-YvIKWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VFFKn4ShfbI/s320/Tod%27s%2BD-Bag%2B1495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163655121502480738" /></a><br />I've been getting an email a day about this <a href="http://www.bagborroworsteal.com/ui/welcome?adTrackId=8944&sourceCode=8944">Bag Borrow or Stea</a>l website. You can think of it as sort of a Netflix for handbags. I love a great purse, a great expensive (looking) purse. I only own one semi-expensive bag, a purple hobo Coach bag that the MooMoo gave me as a Christmas gift some years back. So this site did peak my interest. Just think about it: maybe you're going out with the girls and need the perfect accessory - borrow a Fendi bag for $15/week. <br /><br />I thought my classmate <a href="http://www.merinthecity.blogspot.com/">Mer</a> would LOVE this.<br /><br />I've been doing a lot of real promotional type blogs lately, huh? The Unisom thing and now this. Believe me, I'm not getting paid. Just trying to let y'all know about the things I'm using (or dreaming about using).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731142690236512779.post-43831819063255494172008-02-01T18:23:00.000-05:002008-02-01T18:28:00.744-05:00Friday Rap Up - Who U Rootin For?Aaaaahhhh, the Superbowl. Big, strong, strappin' guys bending over, a lot. What more could a girl ask for? I love football. I think my fondness for the sport started in high school when we cheerleaders actually had to know a thing or two about it in order to call the right cheer. <br /><br />Who doesn't enjoy the Superbowl? I mean, it's a party, it's snack food, it's funny commercials, and hopefully a good game. I just want to know, who are YOU rooting for?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oL-bjPjwUG4"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oL-bjPjwUG4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6