tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55471128253057100582024-01-15T13:48:45.316-08:00SmeishaI like my coffee black, just like my metal.Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-57188707165893789012010-06-13T21:04:00.001-07:002010-06-13T21:05:12.931-07:00Evaporated<object width="400" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gkgiRpkWAs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gkgiRpkWAs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"></embed></object>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-66664049238908179262010-05-15T20:52:00.001-07:002010-05-15T21:06:14.002-07:00GuiltyI decided to take a little gander at your blogs for the first time in a while. I felt a little guilty that I haven't updated here in a while. I've been managing 2 other blogs, and even those I'm not keeping up on as much as I should. <br /><br />Things have been swell. Even though I lost my full and part time job, I am still pretty lucky that I'm still with Vin. And he is just damn cool. Even though I'm sure it's challenging for him to put up with me (I am extremely co-dependant). It's been strange to be in a pretty balanced relationship, compared to my last. I kind of forgot about enjoying my time with another person without having to worry about everything I said and did. He has been extremely supportive, and has helped me more than I would like to admit.<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-h4wc_kWZJ3Nup0rl8ua5ikLUcmIi84CfQjmJIL5s0Ex34CW6-CeicTcBtWQK50csZhpaRd7MREUIXpqkDH-npweiShx8E4C8agGnK-TuVrwMRMC033PiDcESYZ7-tgLGfjeQSyIXz0/s1600/12423_1100665012254_1695540263_200088_3926645_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-h4wc_kWZJ3Nup0rl8ua5ikLUcmIi84CfQjmJIL5s0Ex34CW6-CeicTcBtWQK50csZhpaRd7MREUIXpqkDH-npweiShx8E4C8agGnK-TuVrwMRMC033PiDcESYZ7-tgLGfjeQSyIXz0/s400/12423_1100665012254_1695540263_200088_3926645_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471713602586944226" /></a><br />I'm still trying to get my shit together as far as a job. I never thought I would get to the point again where having a full time job would be extremely appealing. I seriously wake up and wish I had work. I'm feeling pretty damn useless. I would really love to get my Etsy shop up and running again. But unfortunately I need money for supplies and fees that I just don't have right now. But I am still keeping folders of ideas. I'm not giving up yet.<br /><br />Anyway, that's my little gay update. If you want specifics, feel free to check my other blog dedicated to my Vin. <a href="http://you-and-meme.blogspot.com/">You and Meme</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYB16umQ7M6WcpFzldg3cgVrba9F2OxbA0Iv5c1Edmox6_sGqt9Wujtxu1nU1b6ONYz3xi_4t9UC7IIKc9c-fHg3EnLQphMm4keIPGC0gGMKldvCcP9N3uRPUkpjBpnShkyGOzrJy0eP0/s1600/17344_1075868792364_1695540263_155085_4250156_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYB16umQ7M6WcpFzldg3cgVrba9F2OxbA0Iv5c1Edmox6_sGqt9Wujtxu1nU1b6ONYz3xi_4t9UC7IIKc9c-fHg3EnLQphMm4keIPGC0gGMKldvCcP9N3uRPUkpjBpnShkyGOzrJy0eP0/s400/17344_1075868792364_1695540263_155085_4250156_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471713704179904706" /></a>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-28386959819415784152010-01-21T19:40:00.000-08:002010-01-21T20:13:54.373-08:00Update...finally<div style="text-align: center;">I guess it was probably a bad idea to leave the blog on such
<br />a negative note for so long. Since a lot of you know things have changed
<br />again.
<br />
<br />Vin and I started dating again. And things are much better this
<br />time. Actually completely wonderful. I'm sure a lot of you who
<br />who are on facebook have seen my posts and relationship status.
<br />And some of you have actually gotten to meet him.
<br />
<br />We are together, and extremely happy. We are pretty big dorks.
<br />I won't be here updating much more. I created a new blog
<br />about us. And you are more than welcome to take a look.
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Although I will warn you, it is extremely cheesy :)
<br />
<br />
<br /><a href="http://you-and-meme.blogspot.com">You and Meme</a>
<br />Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-83589167427708395282009-11-15T13:29:00.000-08:002009-11-15T13:48:01.681-08:00So...yeah<div align="center">Again, another crazy month.<br /><br />Things change so drastically and so quickly in my little world.<br />And I am seriously debating on deleting my facebook. It is<br />a huge source of anxiety and hurt. And of course I bottle it up.<br />So weird how a little social network can affect people's lives so much.<br /><br />So, a few posts ago I was really happy. This one, not so much.<br />It's funny reading back on it. I was so reluctant to admit<br />to any kind happiness. And seriously, the day after I posted<br />that, things fell completely apart. I know it's coincidental,<br />but it really hit me hard. And I probably will never publicly<br />talk about my happiness again. Sad, but oh well.<br />I'm dealing. A lot better than I did last time.<br />Except for the drinking. I need to get a handle on that.<br /><br />I do want to take the time to thank my friends who have<br />been so supportive to me. I really don't know what I would<br />do without you guys. I could imagine that my situation<br />and my life seems kind of juvenile. I really do feel like<br />I am in high school again. And it must be annoying to witness<br />it. But I cannot thank you enough.<br /><br />Especially my Moose. She really kind of took the reigns<br />in making sure I don't beat myself up. These past<br />few weeks have been really hard. And she has been there<br />for me in what little way she could. And it's been huge to me.<br />Love you so much Moose!<br /><br />It will get better though. I know it will. I don't give up on love ever.<br />It's one of the few things I'm really good at, and it's what</div><div align="center">life is all about.</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FBTIZ2BK1Hq_S8PER3M8ceUwpPOok4nYeLIpHhSO779VTB3l-j0Bx1M1OVRjxjWzm0XpUHHJmk1TFuAdT6o_8-yQWFdim7IVW26NoVZGJfi-bX288B2TwYpzAHoZ1VXnL2HMId67dKg/s1600-h/Halloween.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404448563162293250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FBTIZ2BK1Hq_S8PER3M8ceUwpPOok4nYeLIpHhSO779VTB3l-j0Bx1M1OVRjxjWzm0XpUHHJmk1TFuAdT6o_8-yQWFdim7IVW26NoVZGJfi-bX288B2TwYpzAHoZ1VXnL2HMId67dKg/s400/Halloween.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-36347907607010992792009-11-02T21:25:00.001-08:002009-11-02T21:25:39.034-08:00PerspectiveI am laying on my back, trying to write in my notebook.<br />I get back up, because my stupid pen will not let me write<br />in this postion.<br /><br />I laid back, because I've been sitting in this position <br />for hours. Watching videos, playing on facebook. As I lay,<br />I feel better. <br /><br />I stretch.<br /><br />I take a moment to notice this different view.<br />I've never taken the time to notice before.<br /><br />Upward. Onward.<br /><br />I wish I didn't have a ceiling so I can keep looking.<br />The built-in cabinets are tall and almost have<br />a triangular shape, as opposed to their everyday rectangular<br />design.<br /><br />The mannequin heads that sit atop seem so far out of reach.<br />Almost taunting me.<br />'We are up here, and you're down there!' They cackle.<br />'Dirty peasant!'<br />The mini top-hats I made and adorned them with <br />only add to their pompous attitudes.<br /><br />The giant glowing light fixture looks almost like the moon<br />tonight. Full and bright. <br />But the white ceiling takes away from it's potential.<br />How brilliant it might be if it only had the chance.<br /><br />Why am I not outside enjoying the potential perspective<br />I might have? The gorgeous full moon, in all it's glory.<br /><br />The opportunities I've surpassed are as vast as the <br />universe. And as tiny as a molecule, depending on any given day.<br /><br />Depending on perspective.<br /><br />And I can change it anytime I want.<br /><br />And I will...Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-75914747686200784372009-10-26T12:06:00.000-07:002009-10-26T16:14:17.777-07:00Consumed<div align="center">I'm not going to write much. I need to sit<br />down and write. Or even draw, or read. Make some<br />jewelry and get my shop running again.<br /><br />But I am consumed right now. With grander things.<br /><br />I would love to write every detail, but I still don't<br />want to make my account private. And there is<br />one particular person that doesn't deserve to know<br />anything about my life. At first it was because<br />I didn't want to hurt them. But after certain actions and heated words,<br />I just don't want them to know anything about me<br />or my life. And honestly things are going really good.<br /><br />For once.<br /><br />I'm not a superstitious kind of person, except when<br />it comes to my happiness. I need this right now.<br />I have been extremely unlucky in love. I let my guard<br />down and acknowledge it, suddenly it gets bad, or it<br />just goes away. And I don't want to ruin this one.<br /><br />So for now, I am content. That's all I will say.</div>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-51500348112871109232009-09-29T00:42:00.000-07:002009-09-29T00:50:19.511-07:00A Love StoryI haven't been single since high school. And since then I've dated and loved some of the most amazing men (and some not so amazing men) with whom I shared amazing years, take your breath away special moments, and built memories, some I thought would last forever.<br /><br />They didn't.<br /><br />I am single, at this moment, tonight, by choice. I ended my last relationship in July, after being asked politely to leave a year before that. And the past 2 months have taken me on a journey that at first I went on, kicking and screaming, crying and fighting. I didn't want to be single, you see. I wasn't supposed to be. I've had a particularly rough 2 months, filled with some wonderful dates, and some horrible dates, wasted makeup, multiple teary nights after which I told myself NO MORE DATING. Me? I am the worlds BEST girlfriend, I thought. I have so much love to give! What am I going to do with all of it? Why is the universe just letting it go to waste?<br /><br />It was one of those moments...lightbulb, kick in the ass, whatever. Maybe I was wasting it on those who were undeserving. What if instead, I channeled all that love into...myself??<br /><br />I stuck to it. My love story is one of turning inward...and learning to love myself, on my own. I used to depend on my significant other for so much, and I'm talking about way more than late night runs to bring me ice cream. My self worth, my identity, was always wrapped up completely in whomever I was dating. I'm still a work in progress and of course I get lonely, and miss having a chest to rest my head on at night. It's in those moments where I remember now doesn't mean it's going to be forever.<br /><br />Have you ever felt your heart getting stronger or seen your identity emerge with a force you've never known? I am so different...and I love it. I have had so much time alone to think...to work on myself and figure out what exactly I need from my next, and hopefully last, partner.<br /><br />I love being in love, you guys. I'm good at it. I truly believe that it is out there for me, again. HE is. I believe that if I had settled, or stayed or forgave yet again, sure I might be part of a couple, an "us", but I wouldn't be happy. I would always wonder...about myself, and about him.<br /><br />Life leads us on so many different journeys, takes us places we never expected to go. I believe my love story began when I broke free of those expectations and let go...instead of wanting what I didn't have, I began appreciating every single thing I DO have....all the love being literally showered on me by family, friends,...and I began to love them back with the same vengeance and fierceness.<br /><br />With that said, I can't wait to meet HIM. Now, when I meet someone I am willing to invest in, I don't forget who I am, what I have learned in the past year and a half, the things you have helped me see. My self worth, my identity will never be dependent on anyone. I will never stop loving myself, because as I've told so many friends before and finally decided to take my own advice...How can anyone truly love you when you don't completely love yourself?<br /><br />They can't.<br /><br />So Mr. Wonderful, whomever you maybe...I certainly hope you are working on yourself as much as I am, I can't wait to meet you, one day. Some day. No rush. My favorite ice cream is cookies and cream, just in case you are, by any chance, swinging by Albertsons. Until then, I'll get it on my own. :) See you soon...Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-50986639708784688262009-08-28T07:28:00.000-07:002009-08-28T07:47:38.192-07:00....<div align="center">Girl afraid<br />Where do his intentions lay?<br />Or does he even have any?<br /><br />She says he never really looks at me<br />I give him every opportunity<br />In the room downstairs<br />He sat and stared<br />In the room downstairs<br />He sat and stared<br />I'll never make that mistake again<br /><br /><br />Boy afraid<br />Prudence never pays<br />And everything she wants costs money<br /><br /><br />But he doesn't even like me<br />And I know because he said so<br />In the room downstairs<br />She sat and stared<br />In the room downstairs<br />She sat and stared<br />I'll never make that mistake again </div>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-33408355391700390132009-08-19T10:51:00.000-07:002009-08-19T11:11:28.703-07:00Regret<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvfonnSrjiP2Wofdo9KgJUVWhWfEUi8KtdRuCq65wHDG8X6aPIEBVryg_j_ZIe4SKKbxoUcpUVvmEBsSxjLUTzPuAu-esLg4C_JJ4JWsqsEh2ieBs1qpkHiEwf3AsbMeuVqCbWz8HArI/s1600-h/Regret.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371738659473078962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvfonnSrjiP2Wofdo9KgJUVWhWfEUi8KtdRuCq65wHDG8X6aPIEBVryg_j_ZIe4SKKbxoUcpUVvmEBsSxjLUTzPuAu-esLg4C_JJ4JWsqsEh2ieBs1qpkHiEwf3AsbMeuVqCbWz8HArI/s400/Regret.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">This is going to be a very quick post. Because I am at work, and I'm<br />supposed to be working. I have moved again recently. And so I am<br />without computer access at home. It has been...interesting.<br />So my etsy account is not going to be updated for a while.<br />Although I have lost quite a bit of motivation to make things<br />recently and I am without a camera. Oh my, so much has changed<br />and so much has happened this past month. Because of this it<br />seems like a year has passed. It has been quite the roller coaster,<br />and everyday it seems my emotions are everywhere.<br /><br />There is much to tell, and yet I can't tell it. It's<br />quite frustrating. One of the reasons I haven't been posting<br />lately is because of my struggle with my personal life<br />being too public. I like the idea of anyone being able<br />to take a peek at my little life. But I am reluctant to<br />post anything too personal. And I really want to be personal<br />and specific. I like being able to look back at this blog,<br />and know exactly where I was and how I was feeling. I have a<br />terrible memory, and I know being too general will<br />only make things fuzzier. So then there is the question of making it<br />private. Something I have been trying to avoid. I guess<br />when the time comes, and I am ready to talk about everything<br />I will make the decision. But until then, I won't be<br />updating very much. </div>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-79269508221162658402009-07-19T13:44:00.000-07:002009-07-19T14:04:17.547-07:00You could just drop dead! That'll show em'<div align="center">...I don't wanna.<br /><br />I couldn't think of a title, so there you have it.<br /><br />As you have noticed, I am not keeping up on my blog.<br />This social networking think is kicking my butt, and<br />has made me loathe the internet. I spend all day at<br />work on the computer, and then I come home and spend<br />all night on the internet. Trying to make sure my<br />etsy site gets seen, while still trying not to spam<br />the hell out of everyone. It is quite the challenge,<br />and it's getting to me. I am an extremely social<br />person, and I crave human contact. So spending all<br />this time socializing on the internet is making me<br />feel quite isolated. I'm even having a hard time<br />motivating myself to make things, because I know all the<br />time I'm going to have to spend listing the items and<br />promoting them. I have tried hard to keep it to a minimum<br />on facebook for the sake of my friends. But if you follow<br />me on twitter, you are screwed.<br /><br />I have been trying to get out more, although I don't have a<br />lot of people to get out with. So I hit the vintage stores by myself,<br />and go to movies by myself. Just to still feel connected to<br />the outside world. I have been going dancing quite a bit,<br />just to get my blood flowing and I think it might actually<br />be helping me lose weight. Which is wonderful, since I<br />gained a ton of weight after I stopped going to the club.<br />I still go to Area 51. I've officially been going to<br />Area for 10 years. And I am starting to feel a little<br />old going there. But honestly, I don't care. They play<br />great music, and it just makes me feel good to get dressed<br />up and go sweat it out on the dance floor. There is no<br />better feeling right now then to just forget about all<br />of my stresses and let the music take over. That sounds<br />pretty gay, I know.<br /><br />I hope you guys all know I am still reading all of your<br />blogs. I haven't been commenting because I can see you have<br />plenty of people saying the same thing I was going to<br />say. Congrats to all you baby makers who have popped<br />one out.<br /><br />I don't really have any pictures to post or anything<br />like that. So, move on. Nothing to see here. </div>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-38339530259865841502009-06-03T00:45:00.000-07:002009-06-03T00:50:18.076-07:00BLANKET!Dedicated to Newman<br /><br /><object width="440" height="380" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /><param name="flashvars" value="key=66e1375486" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><embed width="440" height="380" flashvars="key=66e1375486" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div style="text-align:center;width:480px;"><a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/66e1375486/blanket-snuggie-parody" title="from DustFilms">Blanket! (Snuggie parody)</a> - watch more <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die">funny videos</a></div>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-40724556990479878532009-05-16T23:00:00.000-07:002009-05-16T23:24:22.739-07:00SPAM<div align="center"><br />Just a quick post about another photo shoot<br />I participated in with Kesli from Dedicated.<br />I really enjoy doing these, because Kesli's<br />themes push me to try new things.<br /><br />The theme this time was Nautical Preppy Pinup<br /><br />I was struggling with the theme, and I think<br />my interpretations were pretty literal.<br />But I still like the way they came out.<br />And I especially love how the photoshoot<br />turned out.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8EdMFqsuGYTAeBHJiWdiAhcNjLEqRZQF2awauBeijzxaL5bq0CmOx5WRkT0JmsKGc8XcBvW3JkXpdUtpo-HZVAthqUMx-Ngd8gQyS927Vc0WTIuNdgjAThC90w8uYc1aU1aaU9G2RObM/s1600-h/6a010536eecf37970c0115707d304f970b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336671540331752642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8EdMFqsuGYTAeBHJiWdiAhcNjLEqRZQF2awauBeijzxaL5bq0CmOx5WRkT0JmsKGc8XcBvW3JkXpdUtpo-HZVAthqUMx-Ngd8gQyS927Vc0WTIuNdgjAThC90w8uYc1aU1aaU9G2RObM/s400/6a010536eecf37970c0115707d304f970b.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">My red and white anchor necklace</span><br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvMN4HOltU7QSnZI3UnVwfVnNCqZOsg9YH4OKA5qZPzUS0wzV-eVeTYplCh5KgMQ8nfZs18gqasjo9Tzh3SprI_LlI0ZTFKAmOds7JijLsUCffmXDLnghLAX27mHRkJ-EYkY0sC5frU4/s1600-h/6a010536eecf37970c0115707d347a970b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvMN4HOltU7QSnZI3UnVwfVnNCqZOsg9YH4OKA5qZPzUS0wzV-eVeTYplCh5KgMQ8nfZs18gqasjo9Tzh3SprI_LlI0ZTFKAmOds7JijLsUCffmXDLnghLAX27mHRkJ-EYkY0sC5frU4/s400/6a010536eecf37970c0115707d347a970b%20%20You%20can" border="0" 20href="" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">You can't see it very well, but she is wearing my navy and stars bow headband.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQeU3EHB3-MYVA5uS6n19dr1Hj8Mn6ZgoOCIn6Q19fkkGzhj1StJm3qUyecZUhM-p1nqcq2WlTolnJ-BdSk529FHeA3HsHBvZs3S-m0bFB62UnUaIJkxiLmdrDZAsi3hM7CzKkaQJ70A/s1600-h/6a010536eecf37970c0115707d369d970b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336673633435821762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQeU3EHB3-MYVA5uS6n19dr1Hj8Mn6ZgoOCIn6Q19fkkGzhj1StJm3qUyecZUhM-p1nqcq2WlTolnJ-BdSk529FHeA3HsHBvZs3S-m0bFB62UnUaIJkxiLmdrDZAsi3hM7CzKkaQJ70A/s400/6a010536eecf37970c0115707d369d970b.jpg" border="0" /> </a><p align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">My favorite sailor hat with hand sewn polka dot brooch and yellow and white beaded ribbon necklace.</span><br /><br /></p><p align="center">I really love the clothes in this editorial and I wish I could pull</p><p align="center">off any of these outfits.</p><p align="center">The rest of the photos are over at <a href="http://www.dedicated.typepad.com/">Dedicated Follower of Fashion</a><br /><br />And again all photos are credited to Kelsi Smith<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-13234265271117580732009-05-10T22:34:00.000-07:002009-05-10T23:45:16.343-07:00Catching Up<div align="center">So I have been really avoiding posting lately. I have had<br />no motivation at all. But I figured I might as well<br />post some stuff, as I'm sure you are all tired of being<br />spammed with my jewelry stuff (more to come by the way).<br /><br />So first off. My dad is huge into snowmobiling. He has been<br />doing it since I can remember. He took me and my sister I think<br />when I was 10. And I have not been invited on an expedition<br />since. I always complained, and asked him why. Still, 19 years<br />later, my dad claims it was because my sister and I complained<br />too much about the cold. Mind you I was 10 and my sister was<br />probably 8. Generally two little girls are going to complain<br />about the cold. So one particular weekend I had tried to<br />go to Vegas. And some drama ensued with some friends that<br />made it so I couldn't go. I think my dad saw how upset I was<br />about the whole situation, and probably out of pity asked<br />if I wanted to go snowmobiling. Of course I said yes.<br /><br />So I was regretting it when I had to be up by 6:30 on<br />a saturday. My dad and I headed up to I don't know where,<br />because I really don't pay attention to these things.<br />We listened to satellite radio on the way up.<br />The uncensored comedy station. And let me just tell you<br />My family really has no shame. We encouraged my grandma<br />to flash people in a limo we got her for her birthday.<br />But the comdey channel more than once made both of us<br />a little uncomfortable with it's content. Some things a<br />father and daughter should not be laughing about because<br />it's true.<br /><br /><br />Anyway, we had to sit at a grocery store for about 45 minutes<br />for the group to get there. Still listening to the comedy<br />channel. When we finally got to the destination, I was<br />equipped with some things that I can't remember what<br />they were called, because it's been too long.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNuXwNJATI1lEuwECzaGzThdhpF_ONgvYFKFBdr1eJWgJbF70xZJykCXr9Ia_uRxP0P52v8F0h2AiKS8atFUMar70df6WntNKeIyuxGwFKx60w_qFPuQ7XpntjAySfeKZIL2rwma7nmh4/s1600-h/HPIM0956.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334440038559593634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNuXwNJATI1lEuwECzaGzThdhpF_ONgvYFKFBdr1eJWgJbF70xZJykCXr9Ia_uRxP0P52v8F0h2AiKS8atFUMar70df6WntNKeIyuxGwFKx60w_qFPuQ7XpntjAySfeKZIL2rwma7nmh4/s400/HPIM0956.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />This little device is supposed to help me in case there is<br />an avalanche. I believe it is supposed to help locate me.<br />Needless to say I didn't get one of these when I was little,<br />and it freaked me out a bit. So after they equipped me with this,<br />they all cracked a beer, and got on their sleds (yikes).<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yF75MR012uLEx5QGrBsOOJQ4VDmNIYBKHKYk1hNZwyk12s98TpGXhuRPJ6obSUTHNzOXRYkw1f7HEIMOnTw2dtOZdJBAh5_5cPcbx44jpGW0A5Ni06Crajsgp8BycRywirvmjCW1ze4/s1600-h/HPIM0952.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334441052569080946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yF75MR012uLEx5QGrBsOOJQ4VDmNIYBKHKYk1hNZwyk12s98TpGXhuRPJ6obSUTHNzOXRYkw1f7HEIMOnTw2dtOZdJBAh5_5cPcbx44jpGW0A5Ni06Crajsgp8BycRywirvmjCW1ze4/s400/HPIM0952.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />As we get started, I must tell you my dad it pretty crazy.<br />He first told me there are two rules: hang on, and hang on.<br />I laughed it off. But for real, I was hanging on for dear life.<br />I was hanging on to my dad with my arms, and clinging to the seat<br />with my inner thighs. These things can go fucking fast.<br /><br />After about 10 minutes of riding, this happens: </p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_lOu1w0zb8BkeM_3fx4RjijrFnapGAguEE9OQlU-s-RVZRP24Bqum-lNH_i0zKKCvFITfYS9xJNq9DF7SdubJQXS4xiHHjU2gUEu322nsrtfhxVdJp9r8enRCQcOemeTtlG4nh2-Xv0/s1600-h/HPIM0964.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334441901333649074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_lOu1w0zb8BkeM_3fx4RjijrFnapGAguEE9OQlU-s-RVZRP24Bqum-lNH_i0zKKCvFITfYS9xJNq9DF7SdubJQXS4xiHHjU2gUEu322nsrtfhxVdJp9r8enRCQcOemeTtlG4nh2-Xv0/s400/HPIM0964.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />Beer break.<br /><br />We hang out, eat jerky and drink. I did not drink at all, because<br />I did not want to attempt to take off that whole jumpsuit<br />to pop a squat in the snow. I determined to not take a pee.<br /><br />We rode for probably another 20 minutes and then: </p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9XTnACPmVU3eAwm1CJwBu0Uajn-z_AEsEKlSj0MgjUZ1IBO7-5ndHfb6DWDhvvDzjXIlouoQpV7FWtmZkT1CGeoJrQ2J8gsA4ro3q2Xx7BKPO-W8IVI2et_Cb9y4WK56OpYjTs5VHhk/s1600-h/HPIM0980.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334442682998335346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9XTnACPmVU3eAwm1CJwBu0Uajn-z_AEsEKlSj0MgjUZ1IBO7-5ndHfb6DWDhvvDzjXIlouoQpV7FWtmZkT1CGeoJrQ2J8gsA4ro3q2Xx7BKPO-W8IVI2et_Cb9y4WK56OpYjTs5VHhk/s400/HPIM0980.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />Another beer/wine/whatever is in that flask break.<br />Which freaked me out, because a competition started.<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiK4N99B82bXZWyWrNV_HQCTr0NXHaC0c5nRinmJ-MC10rnCwsrggsGPPtjAj-VN4GyOzOLUocZHROxdI8USFB7c9C5lihtForVtC-uT9qnTk4awPxcRSoU9WEoQCCsHddz5itWMIzHUQ/s1600-h/HPIM0966.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334443329591611554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiK4N99B82bXZWyWrNV_HQCTr0NXHaC0c5nRinmJ-MC10rnCwsrggsGPPtjAj-VN4GyOzOLUocZHROxdI8USFB7c9C5lihtForVtC-uT9qnTk4awPxcRSoU9WEoQCCsHddz5itWMIzHUQ/s400/HPIM0966.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />You see this giant, steep hill? And do you see that tiny speck.<br />Well the speck is a snowmobile? And they needed to see who could<br />ride the highest. It was crazy to watch, and of course my dad<br />had to be a part of it.<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZgZNp0-RX5SGD-Ls6f6HE9GjnUgkHmDbA5TwADHh8pPzGkZHWqlqdF_lgXHWdHOsAOFVvOsh2bB779I8D0gDajOLiiw3Y_Ltvytd-tXf92h5sskejoy2kypFwXVncrDAHwQqoLGqNQY/s1600-h/HPIM0971.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334443906445446290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZgZNp0-RX5SGD-Ls6f6HE9GjnUgkHmDbA5TwADHh8pPzGkZHWqlqdF_lgXHWdHOsAOFVvOsh2bB779I8D0gDajOLiiw3Y_Ltvytd-tXf92h5sskejoy2kypFwXVncrDAHwQqoLGqNQY/s400/HPIM0971.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />This is the person that won. But I can't remember who that was.<br />There were these rad little tins that you could hook to the inside<br />of the engine. And you would put sausages or ham inside and the<br />engine would cook them. They were deliscious.<br /><br />The day went on, and we lost a few people a few times.<br />A few people got stuck, and it was pretty hilarious.<br />As the day progressed, I was encouraged to take a sled<br />out by myself. I was reluctant at first, but I relented.<br />And it was really difficult. It takes a lot of technique,<br />and a whole hell of a lot of muscle. But I did like it.<br />I felt pretty rad, and pretty tough. And I wasn't even drunk,<br />because of the pee thing.<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaU7KYprrAsY3RT3kE9bVKY6utc6x1dpcICJXsCvxu6cO0QjnE0C35frTHsV9wVmDk3exqk4rAEuUGdaTbna1mIS7_wOIXA3-7wWaPCn9QK1hJXeSqPVpd8Y9l9UJSHzMeSfpDN5aLcbE/s1600-h/HPIM0975.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334445512986197602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaU7KYprrAsY3RT3kE9bVKY6utc6x1dpcICJXsCvxu6cO0QjnE0C35frTHsV9wVmDk3exqk4rAEuUGdaTbna1mIS7_wOIXA3-7wWaPCn9QK1hJXeSqPVpd8Y9l9UJSHzMeSfpDN5aLcbE/s400/HPIM0975.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgCmFJlOVmzeNMPxOlzsZkYRR2-AfAu3PHNXs1AhtMuEJXde4Wth7AFnXF4QgL8zJf3PWaEO0yrGtpGlouZl1Z61gtLeSBNmByKLSTdEwLGYWWXjEZ7yoHhyGixpbzYIou1FCHc9e9_H4/s1600-h/HPIM0979.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334445970296924706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgCmFJlOVmzeNMPxOlzsZkYRR2-AfAu3PHNXs1AhtMuEJXde4Wth7AFnXF4QgL8zJf3PWaEO0yrGtpGlouZl1Z61gtLeSBNmByKLSTdEwLGYWWXjEZ7yoHhyGixpbzYIou1FCHc9e9_H4/s400/HPIM0979.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />My dad was riding with his buddy Jeff on bitch. When I caught up to them,<br />they had tipped the sled. I really wish I had gotten a picture.<br />It was pretty hilarious. Anyway, we had about a total of 6 beer<br />breaks. It was a beautiful day though. Not cold at all, in fact<br />it was a little hot with all of the layers I had on. I was EXTREMELY<br />sore the next day from hanging on. I would totally do it again<br />though, but only if I could wake up later, and if I had one of these:<br /><br /><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1654596/women_now_you_can_pee_standing_up.swf" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1654596/women_now_you_can_pee_standing_up/">Women, Now You Can...PEE STANDING UP!</a> - <a href="http://www.metacafe.com/">Funny blooper videos are here</a></span><br /><br />Also wanted to give a shout out to my mom. She really is<br />the coolest mom ever. She is always the life of the party<br />(just like me...) And if anyone wants to disagree, it will<br />end with a dance off and a punch to the face. Love you mom!<br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHI9G03kc6uw-9BmYmiWRXoe0xWDoGzuJ8NXY-0GS0Ti2eh7XOruqSACDdoRv7Bpc9yAAEpFG51axnYhGTzfrwSFD56VAlQW0o9Wfn_EsAzNo9N1QwF0XD0L4lz422apWxxp4sYhDiEKY/s1600-h/HPIM0860.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334449889174200386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHI9G03kc6uw-9BmYmiWRXoe0xWDoGzuJ8NXY-0GS0Ti2eh7XOruqSACDdoRv7Bpc9yAAEpFG51axnYhGTzfrwSFD56VAlQW0o9Wfn_EsAzNo9N1QwF0XD0L4lz422apWxxp4sYhDiEKY/s400/HPIM0860.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center"><br /><br />By the way, those are free drink tokens. And that is my mom's:<br />'Hey, I have free drinks coming to me, and you don't' - face. </p>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-46771579531840868362009-04-13T17:55:00.000-07:002009-04-13T18:20:22.909-07:00I don't usually enjoy spring...<div align="center">...fashion.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I have always loathed pastels, and florals, and and shorts (yikes!)</div><div align="center">I am a retro goth at heart. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">But, something happened this year. I started really loving</div><div align="center">florals. Like obsessing. I think it's because I'm spending so </div><div align="center">much time on etsy. And it's hard not to be inspired by</div><div align="center">it's whimsical nature. I still hate the shorts though.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">A lovely lady I met on Twitter allowed me to express my</div><div align="center">unusual passion for florals on her wonderful editorial</div><div align="center">fashion shoot. And the results are so sugary sweet,</div><div align="center">you'll get a goddamn cavity.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMm6ziE4batlzzbAHe-1j6fwoHwYOjbz21N0HmFTyA1xrUjs68-mfIA_ASAUFmQqQ7TmAD0u-xsyXnTgcb2UWKQskCoYOxIHFCLULxNFckj5MCAHlKIm4oAzsIZScVr6Uezk4eagZh-Q/s1600-h/6a010536eecf37970c01156f18c3c1970c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324346009697384114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMm6ziE4batlzzbAHe-1j6fwoHwYOjbz21N0HmFTyA1xrUjs68-mfIA_ASAUFmQqQ7TmAD0u-xsyXnTgcb2UWKQskCoYOxIHFCLULxNFckj5MCAHlKIm4oAzsIZScVr6Uezk4eagZh-Q/s400/6a010536eecf37970c01156f18c3c1970c.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">You have to enlarge the picture to really see it, but my pink ring<br />is in this one.<br /></span></p></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324346385175069490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lsizQulGFT-0fK2B22_WkwDt6zcQ3Av_6apa6ldG94HVCa3223ZKeJyZENUjV0Jlqc6xVJeetuqyVgvmzYUZJOS6LHUeCZmvlzLDPLEaVnZbBerZTBx78N21z44x_24mZ_JW_Q9ZCxg/s400/6a010536eecf37970c0115700fd289970b.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">My Ivory Dahlia Headpiece is in this.<br /></span><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8rAEbHTI5xusO5clyNXXejMwQbgWmgb10pJ9NLX3k6hvZbujaTKzNBVLlCgoaIrQpBk1S2b6wTnh4l-PKqnJT15Ej7oRp6S-CE4hngj3MMi3_PPlbR5NWiTrKp-CMdffmjKsiCwFZVM/s1600-h/6a010536eecf37970c01156f18cd3a970c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324346680727741426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8rAEbHTI5xusO5clyNXXejMwQbgWmgb10pJ9NLX3k6hvZbujaTKzNBVLlCgoaIrQpBk1S2b6wTnh4l-PKqnJT15Ej7oRp6S-CE4hngj3MMi3_PPlbR5NWiTrKp-CMdffmjKsiCwFZVM/s400/6a010536eecf37970c01156f18cd3a970c.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Lastly, she used my Dark Teal Floral Headband. And you can't<br />see them very well, but my Butterfly Headband is in there, and<br />my Ceramic Heart necklace is peeking out a little.</span><br /></span><br /><br /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Thanks so much to Miss Kelsi of <a href="http://www.stylesmith.blogspot.com/">Stylesmith</a><br />for letting me participate in this lovely fashion shoot.<br />And I hope she will let me do more.</p><p align="center"><br />And please everyone go give <a href="http://www.dedicated.typepad.com/">Dedicated Followers of Fashion</a><br />some love. Where you can see the whole shoot, and links to<br />all of the wonderful etsy sellers who participated.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*All pictures are credited to Kelsi Smith,<br />so don't be a dick and go stealing them. Alright?*<br /></p></span>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-84691875305234823802009-03-24T20:10:00.000-07:002009-03-24T20:31:02.783-07:00Emo Post<div align="center">Man, I've never felt so exhausted. It's so confusing,<br />because I'm not doing anything. I'm working, and then<br />I come home and put on cartoons and make jewelry.<br />That's it. This routine does not constitute exhaustion.<br /><br />The jewelry.<br /><br />This is the first push I've made to actually create a<br />product and sell it. And it's dissapointing. I really<br />love my jewelry, and I would wear it all. But etsy is<br />filled to the brim with talented people. People who<br />do this full time, and do it better and faster than I do.<br />I really appreciate all of my friends who have been<br />supporting me, and buying from me. I really hope none<br />of you feel pressured when I complain on twitter, or<br />shamelessly plug on every site I have. Thank you guys.<br /><br />But really, I probably wouldn't work so hard on it, or<br />stress about it if I had some sort of social life, or<br />romantic life. I don't. And it's getting depressing.<br />I feel like I've spent the last 9 months in my room.<br />I can honestly say I really have spent the last month<br />in my room.<br /><br />I'm almost 30, and I'm watching cartoons in my parents<br />basement. Yikes...<br /><br />It's getting harder to stop thinking along the lines of<br />what I should be doing, as opposed to what I want to do.<br />No strike that, those two things have become the same thing.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm sorry I haven't been commenting on your blogs.<br />It starts to get hard reading about pregnancies, and babies.<br />Wonderful husbands and anniversaries.<br />I guess I was going to post about snowmobiling with my<br />dad, and about the drill team alumni dance. I just don't<br />feel like it, ya know?<br /><br />Man, I'm exhausted...</div>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-84908664795680629732009-03-15T14:11:00.000-07:002009-03-15T14:35:22.351-07:00Sexy People<div>I was going to post a ton today, but I feel like crap.
<br />So this is all you get, but it's way better than
<br />anything I was going to post anyway. This blog is
<br />full of win.
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<br />I give you...<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><em>Sexy People.</em></span></div>
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<br />Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-62327516548563045942009-03-04T09:39:00.000-08:002009-03-04T10:32:31.733-08:00Peacock Necklace<div align="center"><br /><br />A lot of my posts are going to start revoloving<br />around jewelry. I am trying really hard to make<br />enough money that it would replace a second job.<br /><br />I decided to challenge myself and see if I could<br />make a necklace that a retailer made. I saw one<br />on Urban Outfitters that I really liked and<br />decided to go for it.<br /><br />Here is the necklace that's on their website.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmpwKq3m19ZoELylqQDQNmM5EOLm35O8sJNErIn7tZlu-LKmibDDf7Tj-ei5tq16IWsHc4KMeJfOaw4rExLOwhKpfZHr0z3PuES26qKT9VM67nVCDxtgv2zigGgkC9QcKJxTaAPNO-89w/s1600-h/16046294_30_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309389372220116098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmpwKq3m19ZoELylqQDQNmM5EOLm35O8sJNErIn7tZlu-LKmibDDf7Tj-ei5tq16IWsHc4KMeJfOaw4rExLOwhKpfZHr0z3PuES26qKT9VM67nVCDxtgv2zigGgkC9QcKJxTaAPNO-89w/s400/16046294_30_b.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />And here is what I made.<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhP7VyxtAOQtDFka4E1kblaJG-ZPzPleT89M9lNmKs97a7lhCzETLa26fiGgGjJMijf0Lohyphenhyphenmg0OflC0Yv_fxrJbZb3_wULB1m8IeX6xRC-ONsv7UthHgSFiE9HfMYmjoW6N1g9t_nTM/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309389538495673330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhP7VyxtAOQtDFka4E1kblaJG-ZPzPleT89M9lNmKs97a7lhCzETLa26fiGgGjJMijf0Lohyphenhyphenmg0OflC0Yv_fxrJbZb3_wULB1m8IeX6xRC-ONsv7UthHgSFiE9HfMYmjoW6N1g9t_nTM/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />I really liked the hammered pendant, but I couldn't find<br />one similar anywhere. It was not easy cutting the peacock<br />feathers. So they don't look as clean as the other one.<br />But I think I did a pretty decent job. The manufactured necklace<br />is being sold for 34.00, and I made it for about 10.00.<br />I decided to give it to my friend Tasha for when she<br />goes to Hawaii. But if anyone wants this necklace, or<br />if you like a particular necklace and want to challenge<br />me, just let me know. And I will try my best. I love doing it.<br /><br />Also...<a href="http://www.cracked.com/blog/the-true-stories-behind-5-famous-wtf-images/">this!</a><br /><br />I love Cracked...and crack *twitch*<br /></p>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-18803773415450257212009-03-03T20:37:00.001-08:002009-03-03T20:57:52.249-08:00To those who are pregnant (which is basically all of you)<div align="center"><br />This is just a small post, cause I came across<br />such a cute idea over at etsy. And I figured<br />all you walking ovaries could use some help.<br />Just because you are having babies, doesn't mean<br />you have to lose your sense of style.<br /><br />Anyway, I came across <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21690852">this</a> and thought it was super rad.<br />And there are a ton more sellers that specialize in just those covers.<br />So cute.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj217BeEJJZctEjKkREa_ZwEe8xrRtPnpHDIGVC7s8FAvsZ5eDRUZrIZsaf3FB2QmMOCJcqyhPjKzujUqPfFRb17c2gq1gPlgOAkVp6ljtdQUbpcnYq4XEb9Vr3-nHfKPL7tjLeRsLmnNQ/s1600-h/il_fullxfull_57142639.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309191031714986050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj217BeEJJZctEjKkREa_ZwEe8xrRtPnpHDIGVC7s8FAvsZ5eDRUZrIZsaf3FB2QmMOCJcqyhPjKzujUqPfFRb17c2gq1gPlgOAkVp6ljtdQUbpcnYq4XEb9Vr3-nHfKPL7tjLeRsLmnNQ/s400/il_fullxfull_57142639.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_6&listing_id=15571459&ga_search_query=baby+wipe+covers&ga_search_type=tag_title">Custom Cases</a><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309191187691004498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKF-x39R5Du66OufnnxVlqUSGPBRdIcfoTkTSuYq9puLWFdz9Ix7IMOtUyIIZvSsPLJEVbXiWWV0BPPufgY1eYbH3z4m86NjfxR_PZr9ic7vDT7d9EQv8C0Ls6lU7mP7SIrLzqDT6iHs/s400/il_fullxfull_59414049.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_17&listing_id=21677361&ga_search_query=baby+wipe+covers&ga_search_type=tag_title">Lacework</a><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsqAx8me_Vo0FLWGb8JcZ-30k3OmxgAx1ROJoKgN_7JhVpcCY7SEy5J6_5TjsJnGzZBCfafTS6kpImuC8VhBzWuGp6nTY19zzuSZuzANxEFN3tcc14YA4lY6nJEWtudVoy7Owx7lh9JE/s1600-h/il_fullxfull_58728613.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309191331105060658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsqAx8me_Vo0FLWGb8JcZ-30k3OmxgAx1ROJoKgN_7JhVpcCY7SEy5J6_5TjsJnGzZBCfafTS6kpImuC8VhBzWuGp6nTY19zzuSZuzANxEFN3tcc14YA4lY6nJEWtudVoy7Owx7lh9JE/s400/il_fullxfull_58728613.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_13&listing_id=21473586&ga_search_query=baby+wipe+covers&ga_search_type=tag_title">Leopard Glam (my favorite)</a><br /><br />They are reasonably priced I think. So you know, get one!<br />You can thank me later. Oh, and feel free to link this to<br />your other friends who are in need of some stylish baby accessories.</p>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-73345632577608846022009-02-27T00:13:00.000-08:002009-02-27T01:22:49.097-08:00As promised...<div align="center">Okay, so to start off. I sometimes forget that you<br />guys might not be interested in my messed up cartoons.<br />And generally, I might be posting stuff with your<br />hubbies in mind. So the video I posted is about<br />a death metal band. I remember back in high school,<br />some of the boys got into the whole metal thing.<br />It was pretty funny. I also remember some of them<br />calling me corpse, as in Cannibal Corpse. Apparently<br />because I was known to be awnry I guess. Anyway this<br />cartoon completely reminds me of that time. So I will<br />post a few more videos, and ya know, if you happen to be<br />living in the same house with one of my boys, pass it along.<br /><br /><br />Also, Laura was not impressed by the last post. So you<br />know...Laura, suck my balls.<br /><br /><style>div#main{overflow:visible;}</style><div style="background-color: #d53000; text-align:center;vertical-align: middle;width:425px;z-index:500;overflow:visible"><a href="http://www.adultswim.com/video/index.html" style="display:block;"><img src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/embeded_header.jpg" alt="" width="425" height="30" border="0"></a><object width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"/><param name="FlashVars" value="id=0015110509309d2aed3198b1022d5012" /><embed src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="id=0015110509309d2aed3198b1022d5012" allowFullScreen="true" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><style>div#main{overflow:visible;}</style><div style="background-color: #d53000; 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text-align:center;vertical-align: middle;width:425px;z-index:500;overflow:visible"><a href="http://www.adultswim.com/video/index.html" style="display:block;"><img src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/embeded_header.jpg" alt="" width="425" height="30" border="0"></a><object width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"/><param name="FlashVars" value="id=9db26b3016ab39400500121255983003" /><embed src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="id=9db26b3016ab39400500121255983003" allowFullScreen="true" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><style>div#main{overflow:visible;}</style><div style="background-color: #d53000; text-align:center;vertical-align: middle;width:425px;z-index:500;overflow:visible"><a href="http://www.adultswim.com/video/index.html" style="display:block;"><img src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/embeded_header.jpg" alt="" width="425" height="30" border="0"></a><object width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"/><param name="FlashVars" value="id=51b0184e001ad583d990d00295e39312" /><embed src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="id=51b0184e001ad583d990d00295e39312" allowFullScreen="true" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></div><br /><br />Okay so, about the alumni dance. It has been extremely<br />stressful. I have not danced in about 8 years. And I<br />am really out of shape. So, it is seriously killing<br />me. I look terrible, and I honestly don't want anyone<br />to come. It has been fun seeing all the girls though.<br /><br />And to Jess. Yes I did say i have something to post<br />about, but I can't remember what it was. I have really<br />been working hard on my necklaces. So I haven't<br />been as social lately. I will post a preview of some<br />of the jewelry I've been working on. But check back,<br />because I will be posting a couple on etsy tomorrow. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdZXvLpGOetW89JWEO3t6G7ke8P5SQWvlUa69u58l75piBrdPN5AOJ2qMF6wzjsXvd4V_51kjttqn3uL_7-oC7-uFXpi4Bosl34P6IAivNcsuo_x2_3fDQFbDU6WLYgyumYXK1tkXH_k/s1600-h/Picture008-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdZXvLpGOetW89JWEO3t6G7ke8P5SQWvlUa69u58l75piBrdPN5AOJ2qMF6wzjsXvd4V_51kjttqn3uL_7-oC7-uFXpi4Bosl34P6IAivNcsuo_x2_3fDQFbDU6WLYgyumYXK1tkXH_k/s400/Picture008-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307404891036000578" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkINwo3M-aTu1Rmfb1JNtYVYNZQTLhmQPi1t8bTZd4knn7FOvSy0UhdcumBgmlMyvcvvKicWoFenOKuyIFRptKrf5i5a6QWldQWBw_t0tCydlXzeZ2tlmd_oc2Uo1tiKmHKZYOb1AIho0/s1600-h/Picture019-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkINwo3M-aTu1Rmfb1JNtYVYNZQTLhmQPi1t8bTZd4knn7FOvSy0UhdcumBgmlMyvcvvKicWoFenOKuyIFRptKrf5i5a6QWldQWBw_t0tCydlXzeZ2tlmd_oc2Uo1tiKmHKZYOb1AIho0/s400/Picture019-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307405071139113730" /></a>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-88187500318848609462009-02-20T00:29:00.001-08:002009-02-20T13:54:59.071-08:00Just puttin' that out there...<div align="center">I have some other stuff to post about.<br /><br />But I just have to say, I love this show. LOVE...IT!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wTYic0yhsA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wTYic0yhsA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-27750400465215960652009-02-08T21:48:00.000-08:002009-02-08T22:16:22.346-08:00Etsy<div align="center">So I've been really starting to make a push to<br />get some of my stuff online. I have all sorts of<br />hobbies, and I'm spending a ton of money and not<br />making any of it back.<br /><br />So here is the start of some of the things I'm listing<br />on etsy. I still have plenty to list, but it is really<br />time consuming. I will be putting a widget on the<br />side of this blog so as I update it will show up there.<br /><br />I am by no means trying to sell to any of you guys,<br />I just figured I would put up some of my stuff for<br />people to see. Also, I spend hours upon hours on<br />etsy looking at all the wonderful handmade items<br />that so many people are coming up with. It is<br />quite amazing and extremely inspirational.<br />If I had never come across this site, I wouldn't have<br />ever been motivated to attempt to make some things<br />that I knew I could'nt afford to buy myself. </div><div align="center">I highly suggest taking a look around the whole website.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5539902"><img src="http://team.etsy.com/images/downloads/buttons/tiger.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">On another note, after reading a few posts</div><div align="center">on Wil Wheaton's blog about his conversations</div><div align="center">with his iTunes, I have actually found myself</div><div align="center">having conversations with my iPod.</div><div align="center">The conversations go like this:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">iPod: Hey, here's some David Bowie. I know how much</div><div align="center">you like him.</div><div align="center">Me: Oh thanks, but I'm in my car. I need some </div><div align="center">singin' music.</div><div align="center">iPod: Oh I see, what about NIN?</div><div align="center">Me: Umm, nope</div><div align="center">iPod: Fiona?</div><div align="center">Me: I can't sing that low right now.</div><div align="center">iPod: Manson?</div><div align="center">Me: Now you're just messin' with me.</div><div align="center">iPod: Okay, maybe NIN?</div><div align="center">Me: Still a no on the Nine Inch Nails buddy.</div><div align="center">iPod: Okay how bout' now?</div><div align="center">Me: Dammit iPod!</div><div align="center">iPod: Hey it's not my fault you put so much NIN on me. I don't</div><div align="center">have a whole lot to choose from.</div><div align="center">Me: Just figure this shit out. Don't make me turn shuffle</div><div align="center">off and find it myself.</div><div align="center">iPod: Woah woah, don't get crazy now. How about</div><div align="center">Tori Amos - Scarlet's Walk era.</div><div align="center">Me: *sigh*...I guess that will do.</div>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-75192467241961453112009-01-28T12:50:00.000-08:002009-01-28T13:03:40.882-08:00Check it out tonight!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeDTaHcfPs9ea37rMSGHjOAWZanWaHCo4i3xXHYPLerVmPbns2pgurgj8eI2guxiO6I6r8rNcQ4B7g-ACwwbZUs-_TR1JQ5t5NTacncGpZCWBcfXHWBVzieJJnoqcYWaJIG1GyB4wbjo/s1600-h/34029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296452897282738402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeDTaHcfPs9ea37rMSGHjOAWZanWaHCo4i3xXHYPLerVmPbns2pgurgj8eI2guxiO6I6r8rNcQ4B7g-ACwwbZUs-_TR1JQ5t5NTacncGpZCWBcfXHWBVzieJJnoqcYWaJIG1GyB4wbjo/s400/34029.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Try to find the black guy<br /></span><br />The Salt Lake City episode of American Idol will<br />be on tonight. And some of you remember that<br />I <a href="http://smeisha.blogspot.com/2008/08/thisis-american-idol.html">auditioned</a> (yes, I know that is gay).<br /><br />Don't expect to see me at all on the show,<br />as the only time a camera passed by me it<br />was on a track going pretty fast. But,<br />do expect to see a girl with a ventriliquist<br />dummy. She was the talk of the whole day.<br /><br />I will be really interested to see if I will<br />recognize anyone that I met there. A lot of<br />people were convinced that they would make it.<br />But it was the most difficult auditions I have<br />ever seen. Most of the judges were not interested<br />at all.<br /><br />Anyway, just reminding you to check it out.</div>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-5968427322825521332009-01-25T20:56:00.001-08:002009-01-25T21:28:53.979-08:00The Bloggess<div align="center">So, I know I probably shouldn't be advertising<br />other blogs. Or maybe I don't want to because<br />I like to believe that my blog is the greatest,<br />and that the only reason I don't have more readers<br />is because it is way too rad for most people<br />to grasp. So rad in fact, you might have been warned<br />that unless you are prepared for the sheer<br />awesome of my blog, your head might ASPLODE!<br /><br />Ennnnyways, my friend Laura passed a little<br />email my way and brought my attention to a<br />lovely little <a href="http://thebloggess.com/">blog</a> that has become<br />my new obsession. This blog is basically how mine<br />would look if I weren't so worried about my<br />grandma coming across it. Seriously this woman<br />blogs how I think on a daily basis. I actually might set up<br />a fake blog full of kittens and rainbows and<br />direct my grandma there just so if I felt like talking<br />about felching (do not google that, even if you are<br />slightly curious about it. Your computer will never<br />be the same.) I could. But I won't. Or...will...I? <span style="font-size:78%;">dun dun dun..</span><br /><br />She even posted about that lion riding horseback.<br />Dirty minds think alike.<br /><br />If you aren't sure you want to check her blog out.<br />I will give you a preview, and then you should<br />check out her blog anyway, regardless of what your<br />instincts tell you. Cause your instincts are crap.<br /><br /><br /><em>I also came up with another idea to re-purpose used breast-pumps to suck dead kittens inside out because then…TA DA!…fur-lined mittens for homeless people. I told Kregg about it and he was all “That’s…weird” and I’m all “It’s weird that no one’s ever thought of it before. Because no one wants dead kittens or used breast-pumps so this way we’d be keeping them both out of the landfills and helping the homeless. It’s practically carbon zero!” Then Kregg mentioned something about PETA and firebombs and I was all ”I’d only use kittens that were already dead from non-communicable diseases, Kregg. I wouldn’t just go around haphazardly turning live kittens inside out. I’m not a monster, for God’s sake” and frankly I’m a little insulted I even had to clarify that. I’m doing this to help the homeless. Not for my own personal kitten-mitten collection. We live in Texas, y’all. I don’t even need mittens.</em><br /><br />And I will take you from dead kitten mittens to another<br />cartoon version of myself. Seriously, I really must<br />have cartoon features, cause it's just getting ridiculous.<br />And by ridiculous, I mean awesome.<br /><br />Monica and Brandon showed me Soul Caliber last night.<br />And there is basically a character that looks like<br />what I might if I lose about 30 pounds. Enjoy.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNwAi9CW6_xSkpdrqH4wmcgkefYP7ker6X2FEa0gSvbDVV7cAYtn4bDk4TlMLDmHMWGrTgf-KUviJ-h5UsF5eGbbkg7zKNTbETdBwNhcsf1KcTiIAIVN6BnemXxYxTi7X6mltZjFGXig/s1600-h/01-25-09_0035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295468117216679762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNwAi9CW6_xSkpdrqH4wmcgkefYP7ker6X2FEa0gSvbDVV7cAYtn4bDk4TlMLDmHMWGrTgf-KUviJ-h5UsF5eGbbkg7zKNTbETdBwNhcsf1KcTiIAIVN6BnemXxYxTi7X6mltZjFGXig/s400/01-25-09_0035.jpg" border="0" /></a>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-12895338491535006492009-01-19T13:25:00.000-08:002009-01-20T08:15:15.109-08:00Awesome<div align="center">I just have to document this, because I thought it<br />was the coolest thing ever.<br /><br />I'm watching Family Guy last night (I love love love this show)<br />and suddenly I am surprised to see this little treat.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3ydRhLNXz06K1vHL9QnnO1bexpsJYHyxBGaIfHwg0JG2B9E5MNNYL4TDe187k0QmKNdRupsYpmSKQdylfmTKyI2LMJoANxjPplOOq-EqdcqDzpyuF22EE-1MwTZi5kM3sIRPU1wAPL0/s1600-h/familyguy-tgd2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293123129489219634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3ydRhLNXz06K1vHL9QnnO1bexpsJYHyxBGaIfHwg0JG2B9E5MNNYL4TDe187k0QmKNdRupsYpmSKQdylfmTKyI2LMJoANxjPplOOq-EqdcqDzpyuF22EE-1MwTZi5kM3sIRPU1wAPL0/s400/familyguy-tgd2.jpg" border="0" /> </a><p align="center"><br /><br />Did you see that? That is the book The God Delusion by the<br />author Richard Dawkins. One of the most respected scientists<br />and atheists in the world. And you see that Brian <br />(one of my cartoon crushes...yes I have cartoon crushes) <br />and someone else reaching for the same copy of said book.<br /><br />As you pan out,<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheyoBqTy3JrlyZ61-B062LdzpV5t1kyWMzMvzRPwZ3vLY57lflwlb_DDa0VB6atGvMDCroPoBUOtER0C-BzYfAwRQp5ueGYHnhy07fLutsd3E-iQcrcN1v1srr0S27Ks7ak2wD-i018i8/s1600-h/familyguy-tgd1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293123229497001874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheyoBqTy3JrlyZ61-B062LdzpV5t1kyWMzMvzRPwZ3vLY57lflwlb_DDa0VB6atGvMDCroPoBUOtER0C-BzYfAwRQp5ueGYHnhy07fLutsd3E-iQcrcN1v1srr0S27Ks7ak2wD-i018i8/s400/familyguy-tgd1.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />you can see that the other person reaching for the book<br />is what appears to be a cartoon version of myself.<br /><br />...okay, well I would like to think so. But her name<br />is Carolyn. We find out in this episode that Brian is an<br />atheist, and he falls in love with the red headed atheist<br />named Carolyn. Unfortunately Caroline hooks up with Cleveland.<br />But if it were cartoon me, I totally would've stayed with<br />Brian. I just think that is completely hilarious.<br /><br />If anyone wants to watch the full epsiode, here ya go.<br />The whole episode is full of win.<br /><br /><object height="296" width="512"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/omUgzQnT0ofZR3r12k7_fQ"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/omUgzQnT0ofZR3r12k7_fQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="412" height="196"></embed></object></p>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547112825305710058.post-56244281879006198382009-01-16T07:56:00.000-08:002009-01-16T08:38:10.108-08:00You might be too, you just don't know it yet.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OjLgzrcmT-nKe6Qk8tCb9V__wBYJn8_aHeIt8HGkOMYIoOx8Y7tpo5U1Uu_jHn_Q-YyuZi3W6WOo09eTnN1NDpoNOOXinR9Vqjd_x-Vd1vT-y3GJq5arDamVQrXrYP4phpnGY8rinOQ/s1600-h/pregnant-wedding-dress.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291926561103367362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OjLgzrcmT-nKe6Qk8tCb9V__wBYJn8_aHeIt8HGkOMYIoOx8Y7tpo5U1Uu_jHn_Q-YyuZi3W6WOo09eTnN1NDpoNOOXinR9Vqjd_x-Vd1vT-y3GJq5arDamVQrXrYP4phpnGY8rinOQ/s400/pregnant-wedding-dress.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br />I am just letting you know that since everyone is pregnant </div><div align="center">right now, I have decided that I will not be pregnant. </div><div align="center">Some of you have been a little pushy, </div><div align="center">'All the cool kids are doing it.' </div><div align="center">Well, I don't respond to peer pressure, and I </div><div align="center">generally don't like to be part of the trends.<br /><br />I am a trendsetter...<br /><br />That being said, getting pregnant is like so 2 years ago.<br /><br /><br />Congrats to all fiddy of you who are part of the pregnany trend.<br /><br /><br /><strong>"Babies don't need a vacation but I still see them at the beach. I'll go over to them and say, "What are you doing here, you've never worked a day in your life!"</strong><br />Stephen Wright </div>Teishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09005511379581920884noreply@blogger.com10