<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049</id><updated>2011-12-24T23:49:04.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T's Daily Top Ten</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1326737488953837259</id><published>2011-12-24T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T23:49:04.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep!</title><content type='html'>This blog is not so great. I don't blog daily. So I have started a new blog...no rhyme or reason...just because. anyway. it's found at tstarrlivingthedream.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep yep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1326737488953837259?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1326737488953837259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1326737488953837259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1326737488953837259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1326737488953837259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2011/12/yep.html' title='Yep!'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1771071566679108571</id><published>2011-11-12T16:21:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:07:09.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics yo.</title><content type='html'>So um...well... I have had a request to blog. It has been a while. My friend asked me once..."What is daily about your blog?" That is a valid question. Nothing is daily about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Pictures I heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Eating out is a joy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MI-3nWTBEpQ/Tr71_JKU6EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HBFb4nhs1Ec/s1600/IMG_2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MI-3nWTBEpQ/Tr71_JKU6EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HBFb4nhs1Ec/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674243045673199682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) You know you have good friends when they come to freaking Nebraska to visit you! Thanks Teenah (and Amy) and Tamaroo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJB6uoD7784/Tr72eEKtRuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0R5q-ULZ1rc/s1600/IMG_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJB6uoD7784/Tr72eEKtRuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0R5q-ULZ1rc/s320/IMG_2141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674243576908564194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) My coworker and I have a whiteboard drawing competition daily.  I usually (do not) win! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99Xl1FzmsT4/Tr733wIkbtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jIJRv0LK3rY/s1600/IMG_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99Xl1FzmsT4/Tr733wIkbtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jIJRv0LK3rY/s320/IMG_2195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674245117719113426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) My arm got sunburnt...with a T in it...random! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQosbVxbJZ8/Tr733QkIcHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/r1nuMg_rK8g/s1600/IMG_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQosbVxbJZ8/Tr733QkIcHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/r1nuMg_rK8g/s320/IMG_1958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674245109244784754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Sometimes you gotta copy people...when they be looking real good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KURAinoTPsM/Tr747PMmwlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3IqxBP-HZrc/s1600/IMG_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KURAinoTPsM/Tr747PMmwlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3IqxBP-HZrc/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674246277108777554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) If Mormon missionaries come to your door...just let them in. Look how fun they are! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99cgzqxlLaI/Tr75czMGADI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5x_5-k5TIFA/s1600/IMG_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/-99cgzqxlLaI/Tr75czMGADI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5x_5-k5TIFA/s320/IMG_2191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674246853705990194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) My favorite person in the world picking my favorite fruit in the world...(Sadie and raspberries!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCpKMlExky8/Tr75z5owrGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eyMMb3VDL64/s1600/IMG_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCpKMlExky8/Tr75z5owrGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eyMMb3VDL64/s320/IMG_2170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674247250573831266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) My sweet new cell phone. Don't be jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NyGgCZnFh44/Tr76NoA413I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3I-w_FbL9Hw/s1600/IMG_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NyGgCZnFh44/Tr76NoA413I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3I-w_FbL9Hw/s320/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674247692519790450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) My family + the Virgin Islands= legitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zc9WXEL2uTI/Tr76fep25FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qmj3RtsMPGM/s1600/IMG_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zc9WXEL2uTI/Tr76fep25FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qmj3RtsMPGM/s320/IMG_1999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674247999244919890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Maybe the best thing that ever happened to Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILsmPXlcx-8/Tr77bdZbC6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/SOD6dqzZZ1U/s1600/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILsmPXlcx-8/Tr77bdZbC6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/SOD6dqzZZ1U/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674249029699701666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) no picture. Just trust. Living the dream is treating me well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press On!&lt;br /&gt;-TStarr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1771071566679108571?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1771071566679108571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1771071566679108571&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1771071566679108571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1771071566679108571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2011/11/pics-yo.html' title='Pics yo.'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MI-3nWTBEpQ/Tr71_JKU6EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HBFb4nhs1Ec/s72-c/IMG_2181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1258474856733373353</id><published>2011-05-03T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:36:34.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>game on</title><content type='html'>my life as of late:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ludafish died. We got a new fish...Sunshineeeeee (as said on the movie Remeber the Titans)...new fish died. We are now a fishless house as for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Easter Candy has ruined my life in the best way possible. I love it and I ate a lot of it...a stinking lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I decided to stop blogging...apparently, it's only part way working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I went to Les Miserables. Um. Seriously. I am in L-O-V-E with it. So wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I got hit by a car as I was crossing a crosswalk...no for reals.  It's a pretty good story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I am not addicted to Glee...it often makes me unrelatable to people in my age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Becoming the relief society president for the singles ward has been a wild ride...mostly for the bishop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I tried to learn how to speak southern from my aunt and uncle...I failed miserably but learned a new phrase from my uncle..."The Pig's whistle" it means something is really legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) I got all crafty... I tied bows on these little bags for Relief Society and I helped sew Melissa's tshirt quilt. &lt;br /&gt;   9...take two.) by "helped sew" I mean I did like 5 -7.293 inches and it was totally not straight at all and well...I blame the lazy eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) I rode an elephant from the circus when it was in town...okay, that's a lie but I wish it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) I lived the dream a lot of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onward and upward. -t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1258474856733373353?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1258474856733373353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1258474856733373353&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1258474856733373353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1258474856733373353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2011/05/game-on.html' title='game on'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-760681269440182637</id><published>2011-02-27T23:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:40:45.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe...</title><content type='html'>So. I know that last post wasn't that great. My sister, Melissa, said and I quote, "You didn't even put who the quotes were by..." Yes, indeed, she does make a valid point. I am over it though. Mostly I just loved the quotes by those people...so that blog was for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend, Anneli, was in town a while back and I was telling her that I only believed in 2 things in life...1. Sanuk Shoes and 2. Simply Orange orange juice. Her response..."Uh...don't you believe in the Gospel?" Well, yes, yes, I do believe in the Gospel. Anyway, I thought it would be fun for me to try and think of things I "believe" in... not like core values, because I am not a core value/deep inspiration type of blogger. This will mostly be a list of material/worldly things I believe in...take that for what it's worth. Let's hope I'm not really this materialistic in real life...just in fake blogging world life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Sanuk shoes. They are a brand of amazingness. I have like 4 pairs &amp; one day I hope they are all I wear. They are SOOO (emphasis on the so...apparently) comfy and nice to wear. I dislike wearing flip flops...they are never comfortable and well they usually make me hate life and my feet after a day in them...until you meet the Sanuk YOGA mat flip flops. Changed my life...yes they did. Thank you I can now be an average person and wear flip flops all throughout the summer days. (Some winter days too...if the snow isn't that deep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Simply Orange juice. Anywhere from pulp free to the kind where you have to chew the pulp...I'll drink it either way.  It is what we would call De to the Lish. I love it. Any other orange juice is a waste of calories and time. Simply Orange may be a waste of calories...but never EVER a waste of time or taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Burts Bees chapstick.  Dry lips are for the birds and this brand definitely takes care of that problem. I thought all chapsticks were created equal but that is a falsehood. I now prefer only burts bees. It does the job with better quality than other chapstick. Thank you also for not testing your product on animals. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok folks...this is when I start stretching it for things I 'believe' in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) The iPhone. When I went to get a new phone last summer the last thing I thought I would walk out with was an iphone...but alas, that's what I have.  I appreciate the iphone for giving me hours of entertainment and for helping me have something to look at or pretend to look at or listen to or pretend to listen to when I want to avoid partaking in conversation with the rest of humanity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Chewing gum. I believe in it as a whole. Some types are better than others. Some flavors I prefer over others. I do not appreciate  cinnamon types...I do not believe in that. at. stinking. all. But chewing gum is something I definitely adore. Some people think it is a bad habit in public situations (mama J)...I on the other hand, don't feel this way. So I will continue to chew gum. It's a free country still...until you step in discarded chewing gum and have to buy new shoes. Be kind...throw it away in a proper place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I believe in songs that have words. Instrumental music is okay but I struggle with it. I am really trying to learn to like it more...but it is hard for me. I prefer/believe in listening to music with words. That's just me and my ridiculousness. I am not trying to offend people out there. Anyway, give me some musicia with words and I am good to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) I believe in adding random espanol words in my everyday language. I feel like it adds a little spice to life and talking. Plus sometimes I just like the reaction of it all. This should not be shocking for all of you who know me.  Que bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I believe the children are our future. If it's good enough for Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston. It's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) I believe in owning a truck. It hasn't happened to me personally yet...but I hope one day I can have claim to this adventure. Oh how I really want a truck. Dream big people...dream big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) I believe in showering daily. Just a personal preference. My roomie, Shannon, sometimes tries to see how long she can keep me busy on Saturdays before I shower... but it will not work. I know her game. I will win and I will shower. Anything else is failure...and stinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) I believe in the Gospel of Jesus Christ. And. I love this Gospel. Seriously. It makes me think. It helps me have hope. It enlightens me. It enlivens me. It gives me better perspective. It makes me kinder and better and truer. It fills my voids. It makes me happy. It brings joy and satisfaction.  It calms my fears. It conquers my inadequacies.  It makes me work. It stretches and strengthens me. It defines my goals. It is what I hope to become. I love this Gospel. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. This was a weird blog. But it is late and I am going to bed because I, for sure, believe in SLEEP! &lt;br /&gt;Adios. -Estrella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-760681269440182637?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/760681269440182637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=760681269440182637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/760681269440182637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/760681269440182637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2011/02/believe.html' title='Believe...'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-4030714923827517747</id><published>2011-01-31T16:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:57:39.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes I wanna recall...</title><content type='html'>Quotes from hilarious people in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "I don't even know how to play rock, paper, stone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Coupon keepin on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Honey, something's wrong with your pop. It tastes like dirt with NO carbonation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "I could hear the hair on his chest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "She is taller like my mom and...uh....thicker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "There's only two things money can't buy...Homegrown tomatoes and true love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Question: "Who is the prettiest? Mom or Dad?" Response: "TSTARR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Do you hear the words coming out of my mouth?" "Nope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "She said she was at a bach party....I dunno why...oh a BACEHERLOTTE party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "It's the kinda canasta you wanna take to the temple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "I already paid you 300 in pixy dust!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-4030714923827517747?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/4030714923827517747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=4030714923827517747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4030714923827517747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4030714923827517747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2011/01/quotes-i-wanna-recall.html' title='Quotes I wanna recall...'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-2249756407716115478</id><published>2010-12-20T17:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:07:59.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack Attack</title><content type='html'>Why was I slacker for November and December? &lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ohhh. Let me answer....because. You see. I had to write the family Christmas letter. It's a task when the familia doesn't change that much. So I am taking a top ten mini vacay and just putting on here the christmas letter instead of a top ten list. It'll suffice. Trust. &lt;br /&gt;It's so long. If you only care about certain individuals....namely me or my fish...just go to my section. My fish didn't actually get a section. Next year....here's to hoping. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People whom we adore,&lt;br /&gt;     Hello. Can you believe 2010 is almost over? I am certainly in denial about the whole ordeal, for a few reasons. The year went so fast and well, the Starr family is plateauing when it comes to excitement and that means less material for the Starr Holiday letter. I gave everyone a week to do something really amazing that I could write about; the week came and went and all I heard about was that Melissa had finished her Christmas shopping. See what I am talking about with the excitement lacking a bit? Let’s try it out anyway. The family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pops. Oh gee, he just did some craziness this year. He followed the wife’s lead (and persuasion) and made the leap to get hearing aids. Poor guy...it now takes twice as much work to ignore us all. Bless his heart (and his ears). Pops decided to pound the pavement this year as well...he worked for the Census Bureau. Government agencies run in that man’s blood. It was a good time for him, and he met...um...a lot of interesting people. Pops is living a good life spending most of his time being a good ole dad and grandpa, and, every once in a while, we even let him sit all alone without his hearing aids and read a book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama J is in love with her new hearing aids. Who knew hearing the grandkids screaming could be so “joyous.” She is still working about 6 hours a week as a physical therapist...she gets to work just in time to leave. She went on so many trips this year that I thought she was trying to get a side job as a pilot.  She keeps us all in order and even took on the challenge of getting us all in order for a family picture. It was a great adventure and she might have been the only one with a smile on at the end. We love our Mama J and when the mom is happy, everyone is happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Habel Clan. They are a busy bunch with probably the most excitement. We all look to them to keep us guessing and for the free entertainment.  Nate has been busy with his job and his business.  He got a little crazy this year and decided to take Abby and Mia on a road trip to South Carolina...ALONE! That’s a bold move, and he now will forever have my respect. I think he had a good time especially because he got to learn all of the words to the songs from “Annie.” That is a skill that will forever come in handy.  Nate did get a sweet ride this year...a Studebaker.  Dreams do come true. Catherine also got a little crazy this year and has been taking care of 4 kids under the age of 5. It’s a lot of organized chaos and a lot of boogers. Disgusting right?  She is a good mom to those kiddos, and the State of Nebraska’s foster care system should be proud. I would write about all the vacations she took, but we realized she only left the state one day this year to go to Kansas City. Hmm. She does have a new adventure though. The church asked her to work with the cub scouts program. The outfit is very “flattering.” Again...dreams do come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Abby is now 5 and full of spunk. She started kindergarten this year.  She is becoming very logical and smart. She informed me the other day that I was to the left of her. What 5 year old knows that? I’m scared she will surpass us all soon enough. At least we can read. Take that kid. We enjoy hearing about all her activities with school, swimming lessons, being the big sister, church, etc. etc. etc. She keeps us well informed, and we certainly appreciate that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss M is 3 and is full of fun. She started preschool this year and gets to take the bus. That’s a big deal around these parts...if you are 3 to 5 years old. She sang a song from Les Miserables to us the other day... that was highly impressive, and we are hoping for a Broadway star in the near future. Be on the lookout. We love her and pray that we can adopt her soon. The process is slow (and just plain annoying sometimes) but her smile and even the time out moments keep us motivated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby D is 1 now and had a fun year of firsts. She learned to crawl and finally decided that walking isn’t so hard and scary. She is moving all over the place and is SO dang cute. She doesn’t talk much yet, but around our baby hungry family, she couldn’t get a word in edgewise anyhow.  Besides, she doesn’t need to talk when we all dote on her every need. We love this foster kid something fierce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And introducing a new foster babe....Lil A. Lil A is Baby D's half sister and was born in July.  She’d cried 24/7 for a long while, but we think she is on her way to cuteness now.  Baby D loves giving her sister kisses and Lil A mostly just loves the wind going through her lungs and the sound of her own scream.  She really is cute and we do think she is something special. &lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. I tell ya...those Habel’s are something else. (Hopefully, Mama J included a pic so you can see those cute kiddos that we love and adore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa is still around. She found a new hobby this year (which she should probably turn into a business). She writes email complaints to companies when they screw up things for us. But seriously, Melissa really has been busy this year. Her work has given her the opportunity to teach at the community college about physical therapy...or something.  She also helps at her alma mater, Creighton, with labs and interviews for prospective students. She works hard so she can play hard. She traveled with me to Utah for ten days, she went to Virginia a couple times this year, and she went to Arizona. She is definitely living it up...I guess that’s what happens when you write email complaints to airlines as a side job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, Theresa, life is seriously legit. Work time and play time are pretty much the same as last year (which works for me). I also tried a new hobby this year...the lost art of stick shift driving.  Those in the car have never been so grateful for seat belts. But, it certainly is a fun way to drive. I also did something that I hope to never do again...I was the maid of honor in my friend’s wedding.  Getting all gussied up and standing around smiling in pictures is for the birds, but I was happy to be a part of it all. I also got to travel around for friend’s weddings in Chicago and in Utah.  Ten days in Utah with Melissa and we didn’t fight once! That’s a serious record. We are just getting so big. Life is stellar.  I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a very blessed and happy family. We love having each other so close and the opportunity to spend lots of time together. We also enjoy visitors...hint, hint. We hope all is going well for each of you and may you know that we care and love you. God Bless you at this time and throughout the future. Happy happy 2011! Have fun. Be good and mostly just Live the Dream! &lt;br /&gt;    -TStarr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-2249756407716115478?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/2249756407716115478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=2249756407716115478&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/2249756407716115478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/2249756407716115478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/12/slack-attack.html' title='Slack Attack'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-2989066533810435527</id><published>2010-10-31T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:44:22.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>october</title><content type='html'>fail. I fail at having a blog. ten reasons why...&lt;br /&gt;1. i am lazy&lt;br /&gt;2. i don't recall how to put pics on here and it BUGS me.&lt;br /&gt;3. no one really reads this. &lt;br /&gt;4. i think of brilliant things to put on here and well...just never do it.&lt;br /&gt;5. the stories of my life work good with my vocal chords....in person.&lt;br /&gt;6. the stories of my life work better with my facial expressions....in person.&lt;br /&gt;7. the stories of my life work best with my lazy eye....in person&lt;br /&gt;8. this year has FLOWN by. fastest year of my life. does life always go this fast when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;9. see numero uno.&lt;br /&gt;10. i work on a computer all day and well...therefore, don't always wanna be on one when i get home.&lt;br /&gt;11. sometimes being a failure is more exciting than being successful. (what an excuse....ba ha ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, my goal was to blog once a month this year. i think i have won that so far.  think being the key word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-2989066533810435527?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/2989066533810435527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=2989066533810435527&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/2989066533810435527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/2989066533810435527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/10/october.html' title='october'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-6986063403974559104</id><published>2010-09-30T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:47:48.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh....</title><content type='html'>I try to blog once a month. Dang it. It's the last day of the month. Not feeling like blogging much. Just saying. I will come up with a "I think this is a brilliant blog" soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight you just get this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things I have loved lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Shannon. Specifically her dance tonight. She redid the Britney Spears dance off of Glee. I was laughing so hard I started coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) The tv show Modern Family. I think it is brilliant and I love the characters. Last nights show...awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) The weather. Fall is definitely competing hardcore style with Spring for my favorite season this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Baby D. That's my sister's foster baby and she is learning to walk. Precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Learning to drive stick. My aunt may have messed up gears and/or a broken neck...but it was some good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Tamry. She is coming to visit for Thanksgiving. STOKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Red Potatoes and A-1 Sauce together. Genius meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Postsecret. You either get it or you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Sadie. She got me laughing so hard the other night I almost fell off the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Living the dream. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. What do you love lately? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-6986063403974559104?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/6986063403974559104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=6986063403974559104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/6986063403974559104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/6986063403974559104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/09/ugh.html' title='Ugh....'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-3813515136108561954</id><published>2010-08-24T22:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:18:53.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is what it is.</title><content type='html'>Well. It's the end of the month again...already. Dang time flies regardless of the fun factor...jokes. There is not much going down in my world. So. I'll keep it easy and share ten random things...per usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Yesterday my coworker wanted me to go take a tour of the new and improved mothers room at work...let's be honest...she wanted the free treats they were handing out...so anyway, I wasn't so thrilled about going and she looks at me and says in all seriousness..."Theresa, You could have a baby in 6 months. You could have a baby in 3 months." At that point I was pretty confused. I feel like I would probably know if I was going to be popping out a small child in 3 months...I mean, I am definitely not trying to be on that show "I didn't know I was pregnant." Needless to say, she was confused....she got her free treat though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Remember the website hotornot.com?! Random memory from my teenage years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) My roommate, Shannon, was watching Full House on tv the other day. I couldn't figure out why...I said, "Shannon. I don't need to watch Full House....that is my life...3 adults living with some kids in a house." Just saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I was not a believer in the whole idea of "Friday the 13th" until this last Friday the 13th. Crazy day. Let's look at the evidence...I went to lunch with my co workers and straight up fell down in the grass, it was painful and stained my jeans. Lame. Then I got into a misunderstanding with someone at work...feelings hurt, tears shed, mostly just awkwardness to the max. Lame times two. Then I walked to my car after work and some guy yelled out his window at me "You're FAT!!" As if I don't have a mirror. Lamesauce again. Ah well, I still live the dream. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Also, I never thought I was an emotional eater...but after that crazy day on Friday the 13th I went to a camp out and let me tell you one thing...S'mores can definitely heal the wounded soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Speaking of the word FAT...Sadie, the 3 year old, has learned the word fat and so it is outlawed at our house.  The other day I was talking to a houseguest about "Saturated Fats" and Sadie looked over at me and said..."We don't say fat." Touche Sadie, touche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) My coworker Amber is the best. She tells me funny stories and crazy stories and all the kind of stories in between. The other day she was telling a story about her madre and the internet and suddenly Amber is all upset about it and says, "Heaven forbid someone wacks into her computer stuff." My response..."Uh, Amber....you mean hacks?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I got an iPhone. It'd be pretty rad if I knew how to run it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) I had a dream that I had a kid and named it after my mom. I thought I'd tell my mom and win some total brownie points with her. Her response..."Don't name your kid after me!" Dang it. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) My new favorite joke...."What are the 3 rings of marriage?" Answer..."Engagement ring, Wedding Ring, SuffeRING"  Makes me laugh every time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) I am stoked out of my mind for fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) I am going to Virginia next week. I am excited to see la familia and to get out of Nebraska for a bit. Trips are exciting. Work to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) A quote I love by one, Alexander Pope, "Do good by stealth and blush to find it fame."  Do good people. Do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random as ever,&lt;br /&gt;T to the Starr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-3813515136108561954?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/3813515136108561954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=3813515136108561954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/3813515136108561954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/3813515136108561954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It is what it is.'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-5940505552702604976</id><published>2010-07-31T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:16:28.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>Hello. I know you came to read some genius and hilarious anecdotes from our beloved Tstarr. SUPRISE! I am a secret guest blogger... so i will tell you ten stories about my life. And then. You have my full approval to guess who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Ten great stories from my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I went to Mandy Andersen's wedding and danced like a butterfly on acid who had recently been kicked off the cheerleading squad for being uncoordinated. If you can actually create a mental image of that, props to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I recently became a new teacher. Well to encourage me my instructional coach told me a story about his first year of teaching. He told me that when he asked one of his students to not sharpen his pencil in class the child walked over, pulled down his pants and peed all over the teacher's pants. Am I excited to be a teacher? Yes. Why? Because when I am grumpy sometimes i want to pee on others. But that my dear is socially unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My husband is in california on a family trip. And I told my husband in a public place he needed to call me before he went to bed. I said it slightly harshly I will admit. Well a little old man who i had never met proceeded to tell me I needed to repent and his wife and him had been married for 38 years. Well La Dee Dah. I can work a computer. Beat that old man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I recently was on an airplane. I had my birth certificate and my marriage certificate with me to change my last name in nebraska. I put these important documents in my reading book to be sure not to lose them. Turns out that was the worst idea ever. I left the book on the airplane. The way i look at it though, I have no longer been born and I am no longer married. To sum it up, i am an imaginary single lady. Look out world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SInce this IS tstarrs blog... I will dedicate number 6 to her by writing her a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa is really a star,&lt;br /&gt;to see her i would swim far,&lt;br /&gt;I hope she like me back&lt;br /&gt;or i will stick her with a tack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I went into a department store today in a huge ugly t-shirt and jeans. I had no make up and was wearing my glasses. You would have thought i was missing an eye ball and i had no teeth. Those super skinny girls who seem to own nothing but all black clothing and have big hair and rainbow eye shadow looked like they thought I should be shipped to a remote island where no one would have to place their eyes on such a hideous beast. Whatever. I least I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. For the first time in my whole life I can do push ups. Every year in elementary school we took presidential fitness tests. Every year I couldn't even do one push up. Yesterday. I did five. But I don't know how to get a hold of the president. I figure if he cared about my fitness then he should care about it now. ACTUALLY now that i think about it the number to the white house is in the game Trivial pursuit. I'll call tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I gave up diet coke for a month. It sucked. I am now back on the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am in fact pregnant. Not really. I am just not  a good blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  This is TStarr now. Listen, this person and I became friends because we both do not like cats with a passion, she NEVER wrote me on my mission even though she PROMISED (did I mention that when she made this promise...we only knew each other because our parents are friends....), we both were in the singles ward and no one wanted to be our friends so we ONLY had each other...literally. That is all. (She is legit though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE FREAK IS IT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-5940505552702604976?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/5940505552702604976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=5940505552702604976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/5940505552702604976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/5940505552702604976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1481344973158212008</id><published>2010-06-27T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:28:05.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School</title><content type='html'>Well. In a few minutes...it is my 26th birthday. I'm getting old. I'm okay with that I suppose.  Anyway, my 25th year was fun times so I decided to blog 25 things that made this year exciting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I took a fat trip to Utah...ten days to be exact. Melissa came with me and her and I didn't fight the ENTIRE trip....that was 25 years in the making. It was super legit. Saw lots of friends and weddings and utah hair and drove through the whole dang state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I got a sweet Bike!! It just rides so dang smooth. Such a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I babysat my foster niece, Baby D, for a week. She was 6 weeks old at the time. Wowzers that was a wild ride. But it was same dang good birth control. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I moved away from the parents and moved in with Shannon and Sadie. They are some serious fun to live with. I love living with a small child (that I am not really responsible for...ha ha). The fact that when I leave Sadie says, "Peace out Homie..." rocks my world. Also, Shannon is legit to live with...check out the blog Melissa and I made for her....www.lifewithshinny.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)  I went to the wedding of 2 of my homies. JJ and Shane.  Very beautiful wedding in October. I would also like to point out that I helped matchmake them. I love setting people up. Hit me up if you need a hook up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I went to my first HUSKER GAME!!!! I know, I know....pathetic...I've lived in Nebraska my whole stinkin life and just went to one....but it was SO SO SO SO much fun. I sure do love me some Huskers.  Go team. Go....whatever conference we play in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) I switched up my schedule at work and started working ten hour days on Tues-Fri. Very wise decision. I love having Mondays off to play and get chores done. 3 day weekends are superb and I recommend them to one and all.  Heck, maybe this next year I can work out 4 day weekends. Jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I was the maid of honor in my friend, Brittani's wedding to Ry Guy.  I don't do the whole get dressed up and be proper thang very well but luckily Brit was pretty low key style with me so it all worked out well and she had a beautiful wedding and reception. Although, for future reference I do not make the best Maid of Honor....it was raining madness after the wedding and I straight up left for the reception without staying for pics in that rain...whoops. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) I hit 2 years at work. TWO YEARS. That seems like forever and a day to me...but everyone else has worked there for years and years and years...so I guess I am still green. Nothing like being the youngest at work and therefore having 14 mothers. I could make a whole blog on just the advice they give me daily....unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) I lost some weight...maybe 1 pound, maybe 400 pounds...but either way, it was good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) I went on some dates...maybe 1 date, maybe 400 dates...but either way, it was good for them...ba ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) I moved into a sweet house with Shannon and Sadie.  And Melissa came and joined us. It is super nice and give us plenty of space so we aren't always up in each other's bidness. And now we even have a trampoline in the backyard...WHAT WHAT. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) I won march madness at work. I wish I could pretend like this was some amazing feat due to my wonderful abilities but truly...it was way good guessing on my part. Either way, it was fun and made all that basketball nonsense a little more entertaining at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) I helped share the Gospel of Jesus Christ with some people. I love the good news of Christ and I think this is a message that can change lives and people for the BEST. I am always grateful to God when He lets me be a part of His great work. I couldn't seriously ask for more. I love love LOVE it. Want to know more.... www.mormon.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) I became part of the "Party Planning Committee" at work...it may or may not, but probably was, self-appointed. Good times...esp the Pirate Day at work. ARGGGHHHH Matey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) I had surgery on my lazy eye. It's still a bit lazy, but not nearly as bad. So less headaches, and less confusion when I talk to people and they can't figure out if I am looking at them or someone else. Although, I do miss the all the lazy eye jokes I used to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) I was a guest on Oprah.... ok ok, that was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 take two.) I got a side job of selling boiled eggs to my co worker. This may seem more unbelievable than the Oprah one...but it is TRUTH. Every day...I give her 2 boiled eggs and she gives me some jump change. (Thank you Shannon for the Egg Genie 'as seen on tv'....makes the eggs perfecto.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) I took an awesome trip with the parents, Melissa, and some extended familia to Caneel Bay...the Virgin Islands. It was AMAZING!!! I dream dream DREAM of going back. I loved it to the max. It was so relaxing and enjoyable. Loved eating seafood (as one can imagine...Nebraska does not have a claim to fame in this) and also loved snorkeling all the live long day and seeing what is Under The Sea....under the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) I took a vacation to Chi-town for Hauserpie's wedding. Her wedding/reception was STELLAR and it was fun to hang out with my old roomie, Tam. Also, I got to see the river dyed green for St. Patty's day which was really cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) I walked a 5K. Not to shabby. Wish I had been wearing better socks though. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) I had my first roller derby experience. No, I am not in the roller derby, but I am now an official roller derby roadie wanna-be. (is there such a thing)  This is perhaps, my new sport of choice. It is fun and exciting and vibrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) I had a adventuresome Thanksgiving. I got Tamry to fly into Vegas the same day I did and we traveled up to Cedar City to join Tina and her family and our other college friends for Thanksgiving. Super SUPER fun. All I can say is..."You're okay, but I'm a little squished..."&lt;br /&gt;22b.) we also traveled up the mountain so that Jeff and his pops could cut down their own Christmas Tree. Obviously, never have done that before, apparently we don't have mountains in Nebraska. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) I found my way to the Omaha airport all by myself....thank you Mr. Garmin. Ok ok, so not that thrilling but I am running out of options here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) I made it the whole year without watching any twilight/new moon crap. I had to dodge it quite a bit but I did it. SUCCESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Mostly during this last year I just LIVED THE DREAM!!! That's my catch phrase and it works because I just live it up...or try to...or pretend to. It was a stellar year. I hope this one rocks just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward and Upward...&lt;br /&gt;The old school T Starr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1481344973158212008?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1481344973158212008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1481344973158212008&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1481344973158212008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1481344973158212008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-school.html' title='Old School'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-9001049518517951666</id><published>2010-05-19T21:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:21:51.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORT AND SWEET!</title><content type='html'>Ten Places I love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Knotts berry farm.  Legit times a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Chuck-e-cheeses. Pedophile...no.  Ski ball...yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Virginia. The ocean, the mountains, busch gardens, my extended family. Beat that you little troutsniffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Facebook....facebookstalking. What... did I even say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Caneel Bay, Virgin Islands. Snorkeling the mess outta life rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) With a friend....any of them. I love me a good laugh and that happens with my buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) The Temple. A little peace for the Soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Northern California. Does it make my life complete? Quite a bit, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) A Mexican Food Place. Que Bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) With mi familia. STARRS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Playing a little canasta....am I 80 years old? perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12.) BED! Night-TStarr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-9001049518517951666?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/9001049518517951666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=9001049518517951666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/9001049518517951666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/9001049518517951666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/05/short-and-sweet.html' title='SHORT AND SWEET!'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-5551298377846112411</id><published>2010-05-01T17:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:59:43.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The airport</title><content type='html'>Ten random things you see/hear at the airport....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) People paying 10 bucks for a sandwich that doesn't even look appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) People wearing sunglasses while walking around the terminals....I didn't realize it was SO bright in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) People lining up like herds of cows just to avoid the M.S.S. (Middle seat syndrome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) People yawning repeatedly to pop their ears....I am down with that though... pressured ears is a no bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) People talking so dang loudly on their teles that you know all of their business and let me tell you, I do not care to be all up in their "bidness."  (but thanks for sharing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Parents chasing their children around like mad....I mean honestly, where are they going to escape to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) People freaking about security so much so that they pull everything out of their pockets and put it in individual tubs....including their pocket lint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Ok ok....People tripping on that automatic walkway thingy.... I deleted this one at first and Melissa asked why and I said...because I do that. We all trip, but it is pretty funny. Melissa tripped on the carpet 3 times at the Denver airport and I am sure somebody got some amusement from that hot mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) People filling their carry on bags with everything they have ever owned and then wondering why they can't get it to fit underneath the seat in front of them.  Also, I feel bad for the people they accidently hit when they are walking around the airport or walking down the aisle on the plane with their monster bags.  Dang bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Imagine this....Super tan sisters.  They are skinny.  They have blonde hair. They have matching cutesy carry on bags. They are sipping on their Starbucks coffee.  They are happy.... sounds like every guys dream right.....well too bad....they are like 70 years old....individually.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Monkey tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-5551298377846112411?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/5551298377846112411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=5551298377846112411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/5551298377846112411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/5551298377846112411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/05/airport.html' title='The airport'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1129579548557915756</id><published>2010-04-18T16:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:41:10.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phrase Ten</title><content type='html'>I am a repeat offender. What I mean to say is that the same jingles get stuck in my head. The same movie quotes reside there as well. And I constantly give the same answers in response to questions, comments, concerns.  I'm not sure if that makes me not very surprising/unique or if makes me like most other people...but I'm okay with it either way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Phrases I use or think... a little to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." This is from the movie Princess Bride, apparently I watched this to much as a child. But also,  when I would talk to my dad on the phone as a child we would quote this to each other sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) "I'll tell you when you're older." This is a response I use to get out of answering many a question.  People hate it, but it never fails that they forget whatever they asked and therefore I never have to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) "Now, you are family. Okay. All my life, I had a lump at the back of my neck, right here. Always, a lump. Then I started menopause and the lump got bigger from the "hormonees." It started to grow. So I go to the doctor, and he did the bio... the b... the... the bios... the... b... the "bobopsy." Inside the lump he found teeth and a spinal cord. Yes. Inside the lump was my twin."  This is from My Big Fat Greek Wedding. The great Aunt Voula says this legit line. I don't usually quote the whole thing...just parts, mostly... "It was my twin." (On a side note...many quotes from this movie are repeated by me...this just represents that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) "Pizza in the morning, Pizza in the evening, Pizza at suppertime.  When pizza's on a bagel, you can eat pizza anytime."  I don't know why this jingle is in head so much... I don't really love pizza or bagels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) "Livin' the Dream." This is my auto response if people ask me how I am doing. It's usually pretty right on. Life is pretty stellar.  (and it beats the average 'fine'....no offense if you use fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) "Theresa Starr as in There's a Starr." This is how I explain my name sometimes. Why? Who knows...it just is more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) "A.C. said 10 percent. Too bad A.C. ain't in charge no more." This is from Home Alone. Sometimes when I use this around mormon people they think I am talking to them about tithing...that gets awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) "I dunno, I just live here" or "I dunno, I just work here"  or "I dunno, I just (whatever I'm doing or where ever I'm at is inserted) here."  This is used in a variety of ways...when people look at me at work and can't believe something is happening, I just shrug my shoulders and say..." I dunno, I just work here." Or when I am confused as to what is up or what I am supposed to be doing or perhaps I have been day dreaming...."I dunno, I just live here." It's not helpful. But it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) "Billy Jean is not my lover...." This is a Michael Jackson song...I wouldn't say it's in my head to terribly much, but it's in my head right now. And let me tell you one thing...I am glad Billy Jean is not my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) "Ya Booze, Ya lose." "Ya Smoke, ya choke" "Hugs, not drugs." "Don't get mad, get glad." etc etc etc. Apparently rhyming really is an amazing thing to me. Who knew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) "Peace out Homie." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1129579548557915756?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1129579548557915756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1129579548557915756&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1129579548557915756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1129579548557915756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/04/phrase-ten.html' title='Phrase Ten'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-7468578491826290235</id><published>2010-04-04T21:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:51:19.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>East to the er.</title><content type='html'>My favorite holiday is RIGHT THIS SECOND! I love Easter. I just think it is amazing. I love that it is spring time. I love that is not as commercialized (but that's getting worse).  I love what it represents...it is a HUGE deal...the Atonement and the Resurrection....it is what gives us the opportunity to live with our Heavenly Father again.  Just sayin. LOVE IT!!! And I also love Easter candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten random memories/things about Easter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) One Easter I was on my mission. I was serving in Santa Rosa with Sister Beck. We had easter dinner at the Beal's house and Sister Beal made me wear a bow in my hair. I think we all know I am not a "girly-girl"...I just try to keep it real, but NO....a bow had to be worn. Ridiculous. It was a little much, but I managed...somehow.  (The blessings of serving a mission.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  When I was a young buck my grandma used to send us these HUGE chocolate and peanut butter eggs. They were as big as my head and DELICIOUS. Yum to the max...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)  The Easter basket I used as a kid can also be worn as a hat...kind of. It's not that appealing for anyone to see but every year I put it on my head as a hat...in fact, I just did it tonight. A little random but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) My freshman year of college we had easter together at the dorms and we played this crazy game....it was SO FUN. We were all in teams and Lizy hid easter eggs and only one person from the team could find them and the person had to make an animal noise until another person from the same team ran over and scooped up the egg. I remember this for a few reasons...&lt;br /&gt;         A.) My team was called "3 darkies and a whitie" shocker but I was the super super white one. I can't tan people...ok.&lt;br /&gt;         B.) Pep tried to steal people's candy by saying "Girl, let me see what you got in dat bag"  I think I still use that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;         C.) Diehl found the last easter egg and all of his team had already gone back inside the dorms so for about 5 minutes he laid next to the egg yelling "GOOBLE" (his team picked turkey as their animal).  It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) My last year in college, Tamry, Lexy and I took a road trip to visit Tina for easter. On Easter Sunday we decided to skip church and go to Knotts Berry Farm. (Ok, so I really REALLY love that place).  Easter Sunday is a stellar time to go...not a lot of people are there. It was a good day minus Tamry getting sick from her funnel cake.   BUT...Church is probably a more appropriate place to be...our bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Another Easter in college I came home over the break because I told my parents how Easter is my FAVORITE holiday and I would love to spend time with them plus they were having a baby shower for Catherine that same time....so they, being the kindest parents ever, let me come home for the holiday. It was an awesome time and I also got to participate in an easter egg hunt....my friend, Meg, was putting one on for her kids and let me come over and join. I think the youngest person participating had to have been like 12 or 13.... pathetic eh? yah right...it was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)  That same Easter I visited Tina's house (in #5)...her mom hid easter candy for all of us in little bags. Tamry and Tina and Lexy all found theirs super quick...I couldn't find mine until Tina's mom started playing "hot and cold" with me. Dang it.  I did not have mad skills then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Easter dresses are overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) I'd like to thank Melissa for letting me be part of the easter egg hunts she puts on for the last 2 years. The little kids and I have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)  Deviled eggs should be eaten on Easter. They are so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)  I love Cadbury eggs more than I love most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) I love the saying..."there would be no christmas if there was no easter."  Think about it...awesome. I am so grateful for the knowledge I have of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) As a child I loved to "shrink-a-dink" the eggs... that was super legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) My college roomie, Holly, used to always come back from Vegas after Easter weekend and bring this random cake that was a duck...it was the craziest thing ever.  People always ate like 2 bites of it and then it somehow got turned into a random prank. Oh man. The memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) I came home from my mission like 3 days before Easter... the holiday may have been one thing that brought me joy at that hard transition time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Easter rocks! The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was on a sugar high...now, I am crashing. Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-7468578491826290235?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/7468578491826290235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=7468578491826290235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/7468578491826290235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/7468578491826290235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/04/east-to-er.html' title='East to the er.'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1616062345018662944</id><published>2010-03-27T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:22:16.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Helmet</title><content type='html'>So. Today I bought a bike. I once had a pretty sweet bike (pre-mission years). I got it the summer before college, I think?! I also am a firm believer in bike helmets. So when I got that bike...I got a helmet. I could write as to why I am a believer in helmets, but another time, another place. (Just ask Melissa...she is a P.T. and I am sure she could tell you horror stories of traumatic brain injuries of people without bike helmets.)  Anyway, that bike I had pre-mish got stolen while I was on the mission. So for a while I have wanted a new one. So today I got one. SWEET! But now I can't find the ole bike helmet. Busted. (Don't worry...I will get one). I was looking for the helmet today and I was looking in a random bin from college...the bin I like to call "my toy bin." Well, it flooded back a bunch of college memories. (I know, I know...a toy bin...from college. It's just how I roll.)  There is a quote that says, "A man that lives in the past doesn't live at all." I have thought about that a lot. I try to live in the here and now, but I wlll say this.... I loved (LOVED) my college years. I found quite the extended family. I met people that became instant and life-long friends. I feel blessed to the max for my experience in college. I have the BEST memories of things that occurred. I loved it. I love the people and am grateful that they are still a part of my life. They have influenced and changed me for the better. They have supported me and well...told me to shut up when being stupid. They are real people....and that makes it sincere. Anyway, mushy stuff aside. The "toy bin" made me think of memories from the dorm days...aka my first year of college. So I thought I would write down memories of things I recalled and things I don't think I'll forget...but now at least, they are written down regardless of my memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break down....10 random memories from a gazillion memories of dorm days. (I would like to point out that I have much of that year documented on film. I am pretty darn sure we could have been our own reality tv show.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Eryn realizing that cinder block walls were not sound proof. "What do you mean they aren't sound proof?  You can hear all this?"   (This was before she moved into my room...dang elephants.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Liz pulling Reenie back when everyone was running to hide in bedrooms because they thought we were about to get busted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) The mole hair found in the mashed potatoes at the cafeteria. Sick. Seriously. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Timmy prank calling people as Ming-Na selling friendship bracelets and Mama J really ordering a friendship bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Tina having her tv remote control velcroed to the wall so we wouldn't lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Everyone having their own specific dance move... "That B. stole my move"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) The "Chewey Cox" group walking around Vegas...trying to stay together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) The parade down the hall...the scooter, the unicycle, the bike and then finally the vacuum being the "pooper scooper" so we didn't break the rules and leave marks on the carpet from the scooter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Realizing the final week that we lived in the dorms that the middle shower stall actually DID work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) "I'm your host, Christina Collinwood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Tex and Mikey's workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Pep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Someone stealing Piggy. I'm still ticked about that one. Although, it might have been Senior's snake that had gotten loose.&lt;br /&gt;13b.) A question? Why was it like a freaking pet shop in there...we had a bunny, a dog, a snake, fish, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) The "For the Love" and baseball charts. Such beautiful wall decorations in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Diehl's Dino voice....when he did it to Mikey. Bad news bears for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Newman Duncan at Juniper Hell...I mean Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) All 30 of us walking to dinner together and putting our gum on the "gum pole." What was wrong with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well, obviously I could go on forever. This post was definitely for me. Anyway, I really rather enjoy my new bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to here and now.&lt;br /&gt;T. Diddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1616062345018662944?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1616062345018662944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1616062345018662944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1616062345018662944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1616062345018662944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/03/bike-helmet.html' title='Bike Helmet'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-5587241072552243237</id><published>2010-03-18T19:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:11:01.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday vs. Friday</title><content type='html'>So. I work. (uh...). I used to work the normal Monday to Friday 8-5, an hour lunch dealio. It was nice and all, but then I got the opportunity to work a new schedule and this is it...Tuesday to Friday, 7:30 am to 6 pm, with a half hour lunch. I decided against the more normal of the 4/10 schedule...Mon-Thurs.  Now I will tell you ten reasons why I prefer my new schedule as I had a reminder when a couple weeks ago  I worked a Monday so I could leave town early that week. (details, details...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Nobody really likes work on Mondays. People are not super stoked to be there. I miss all that drama. By the time Tuesday rolls around everyone has resigned themselves to the drudgery of work. So, onward and upward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Because I work the other 4/10 shift, I get to work on Friday...which is JEANS day. That is a legit enough reason right there. I love wearing me some jeans to work...so much more comfy. So if I had worked 4/10 M-Th, I would have missed that goodness....so props to jean day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I think this is rather obvious, but it must be said...3 day weekends. Two is better than one or so they say...therefore I will say that three must be better than two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) At work, I open mail. Please, refrain from being jealous. I actually don't mind it. I get to use this sweet little mail opener and well...for some reason, it gives me a since of pirate power. what...  Anyway, I don't love it THAT much though....and Monday has the most mail....so I guess that's a perk. A weak perk, but a perk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I like that I only get a half hour lunch. I know, that seems a tad bit odd, but just hear me out...(or um...read me out)... when I had an hour lunch I would often find myself in the break room sitting on a couch falling into a deep sleep. Then I would start snoring...and well, that'd be embarrassing when I would wake up and see everyone else staring at me because apparently my snoring had caught their attention as well.  So there you go. &lt;br /&gt;        5b.) Sometimes it's hard to have a short lunch because then I can't go out to lunch with people...but look. I save calories and money. So that rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Working 4/10s has saved me a lot of vacation time usage. I still get to go on trips while using less vacation time...isn't that like the best mathematical equation thingy ever?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) I no longer get the dreaded SUNDAY NIGHT BLUES!!! I used to get these real bad style on Sunday nights. I would dread the weekend getting over and heading back to el work-o. But on Mondays I do so many chores and run around all day that by the end of the day, I am ready to go back to work and get my trabajo groove on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) A superb reason that I love having Mondays off is that I get to take a wicked awesome institute class by Bishop Barrera. He teaches with the class and style of a pro-golfer. So it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) For 6 hours of my work week I don't have to  say "Child Welfare &amp; Juvenile Services. This is Theresa." over the tele. Now don't get me wrong...I can hold my own on the tele, but it is nice to know that for a few minutes every day I don't have to be interrupted 15 times just to get one thing done by the phone. I guess the multitasking-interruption part is swell training if I am ever a mom...or an ER doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) How about this reason... it gives my co workers a day off from my antics....like umbrella ball or paperclip necklaces or answering the phone using their name instead of my own or making everyone jump in the air and do heel clicks, etc, etc, etc. Now my poor roommates have an extra day to deal with things like that. Holla!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) It is a good conversation starter. If I am talking to someone and the convo is getting a little dull....I can just whip out the ole "I only work four days a week...yep...for ten hours a day." People always have something interesting to say to that....or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) I am one of the first people at work and one of the last people to leave. It makes me look like a super hard worker. Plus I get to know the night cleaning crew and the security officer. Plus in the morning I get to tell people many a time that no...I still don't drink coffee, so I still didn't make the coffee. Plus I get to turn off people's lights at night when they jet out and are so stoked they forget to do it themselves....jealous again, aren't you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Mostly I just love it a lot. It'll be hard to switch back to that other nonsense one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) OH PS....I love that working these hours helps me to miss "rush hour." I know, I know...I live in a booming metropolis (wait...we are talking about Nebraska, right?!)...so really, rush hour is not that bad...it's like waiting for 6 cars ahead of me...but working at odd hours definitely cuts it down to like 3 cars ahead. It lessens the rage of the road....road rage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[   15.) I want a bike.   ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out like trout. &lt;br /&gt;T.D.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-5587241072552243237?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/5587241072552243237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=5587241072552243237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/5587241072552243237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/5587241072552243237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-vs-friday.html' title='Monday vs. Friday'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-7471749160192785974</id><published>2010-03-14T23:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:05:11.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Appearance...by Dr. Juntunen</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; &lt;meta name="Keywords" content=""&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/Tamry/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;134&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;769&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:lines&gt;6&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:paragraphs&gt;1&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:characterswithspaces&gt;944&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:version&gt;11.518&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotshowrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:donotprintrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:usemarginsfordrawinggridorigin/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The blog tonight is brought to you by the city of Chicago...mostly, my old college roommate, Tamry Jacquese Juntunen. She is a wise one...so listen up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;01. Theresa used to be my college roommate. I’m trying to talk her into being my roommate again. I think my foot’s in the door. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;02. It’s nice to have someone understand why I always pull my pants up before sitting down. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;03.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Theresa promised to make a birdcage out of Popsicle sticks and give it to me. I just wanted to publish that promise. =) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;04. My nephew is really cute. Theresa agrees. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;05. Ask Theresa to wear her blow up suit and do a special dance. She’ll do it. You’ll love it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;06. I love Theresa because she patiently re-alphabetizes name cards after I mess them up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;07. If you find you are having trouble in love, contact Starrmony. Theresa worked many a miracle through that company in college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;08. She has many nicknames...Mother Goose...Torrida....T.Starr...T-Diddy...There’s a Starr...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;09. Theresa’s signature dance move is my favorite. Ask her to show you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10. These mashed potatoes are so creamy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-7471749160192785974?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/7471749160192785974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=7471749160192785974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/7471749160192785974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/7471749160192785974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/03/guest-appearanceby-dr-juntunen.html' title='Guest Appearance...by Dr. Juntunen'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-3869445980483927651</id><published>2010-02-27T22:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:33:14.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Sexy Back</title><content type='html'>Welp. It's the end of the month of February and I haven't blogged yet. So....I thought I'd break down ten random thoughts...per usual.  Onward and upward...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) I want to be friends with Madea. She is hilarious. Thank you Tyler Perry for this joy in my life. Here is a quote as to why I laugh so dang hard at her....(not my favorite quote of hers...but a good one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1347153/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Madea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: I remember this dude made me so mad, I didn't even know how mad I was until I went to his funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0253708/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Helen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: Why were you so mad at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1347153/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Madea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: Because he hit me. Yes he hit me... and I didn't even know how mad I was until I saw him in his casket, he's 8 feet under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001807/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Myrtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: 6 feet, that's how they bury people, Madea, 6 feet under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1347153/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Madea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: That's what I'm trying to say, I thought I was over what he did to me until I saw him at the funeral, I was so mad I BEAT HIM DOWN 2 more feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:small;"&gt;2.) I got in trouble at work the other day... I invented a game called "Umbrella Ball" it's basically playing baseball but using an umbrella as the bat and a hacky sack as the ball. Maybe I have taken one to many lessons from Michael Scott. (but...it was fun...just saying.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;3.) Sometimes being a girl is rough...I know it is rough when I am watching a show called "Undercover Boss" and it is about White Castle burgers...and it makes me start tearing up. I mean...REALLY? Dang it... hormones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;4.) I already wrote about this on facebook but I think it needs to be talked about again. My dad was reading this article about blogging and it stated that "Blogging is no longer seen as sexy." And I am just really in awe that at one point blogging was seen as sexy....concerning, I think yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;5.) I do not sit up or stand up straight and now have somewhat of a hunch in my back and I have found that it is really a blessing in disguise. You see after watching the bobsledding on the olympics I have realized that those bobsledders have to really hunch way over...so now I know I will be a great bobsledder. Definitely gives me reason to believe I'll be in the olympics soonish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;6.) You know it's been a way-to-cold-winter when it gets about 40 degrees outside and I see people in shorts outside or I see everyone with no coats on or I see people outside playing frisbee. Mother Nature definitely won this winter, but made us all a bit tougher in the long run...and she made us all a bunch of complainers. Go her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;7.) I had the flu this month. Worst 2 days of my life. Shannon had been begging me to take a sick day and hang out with her...well her wish came true, but to bad we both had the stomach flu the same day. It was HORRIBLE! The only thing that made me feel good was stepping on the scale the next day and seeing I was 7 pounds down....to bad that only lasted for that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;8.) I love Easter candy....LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;9.) Someone told me a while back..."You remind me of the preacher on Jerry Springer." Is that a compliment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;10.) If I get money back from my taxes...I kind of want to get a metal detector. I know...I know. Weird. But when I find something really cool with it...you'll be the jealous one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;11.) I am going to Chicago in a few weeks. HOLLA!!!! I am pretty darn stoked to see how that leaves. I am going to repeatedly say..."This really is the windy city" and see how many times people correct me and tell me the real reason it's called the windy city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Alright. Sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;-TDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-3869445980483927651?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/3869445980483927651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=3869445980483927651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/3869445980483927651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/3869445980483927651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/02/bringing-sexy-back.html' title='Bringing Sexy Back'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-5276495715540055250</id><published>2010-01-22T22:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:30:08.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Today was a day I was not prepared for. My administrator...my boss...left.  She moved on to a bigger and better job and just left me high and dry. It's a definite no bueno for me, but props to her for sure. I am sure she is just livin' the dream. I'm not trying to be dramatic here...well, perhaps a little bit, for blogging's sake but she is probably the coolest boss I will ever have until I am my own boss and then I will outrank her coolness in my own life. I am sure I will continue to have some good supervisors...but she rocks. That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten reasons why she is legit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) When I told her about "talk like a pirate day" she insisted we have our own pirate day and all dress up for it and she continued to hang a pirate flag in her office until today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) When I left my computer on one day she emailed me some random message about how my computer had been breached and if it happened again she would be sending notes to specific people in the office telling them I was in love with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) I informed her that as a team goal we were all going to try and learn to run down the hall, jump up and click our heels in the air. A day later I reminded her of the goal and she took off running and did the heel click...all in high heels. Now that's some serious talent. She'd make it in the olympics if they had heel clicking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) She taught me the truth about potlucks....be careful what you eat....you don't know what you're co-workers kitchens look like. Hilarious...but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) When I talk to her about the show "Modern Family" and start laughing so hard I am crying....she politely smiles and laughs with me (or at me).  And then tells me her favorite part of the previous episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) For boss' day we all wore shirts with her face on it and it said "Our Boss Rocks"...well, she asked me if I could wear that shirt next time I went to the LDS temple because then she could say she has been inside. (She's Catholic). Talk about good reasoning skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) She's one of those people that you can give her any subject and she can tell a hilarious story regarding it....I only aspire to be that talented and that funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) She performs Michael Jackson dance moves in the office....now that takes some mad skills. Holla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) She goes on adventures with us...like to the Governor's house... The adventures always turn into a really great story too mostly because of her stellar talent for one liners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) She's pretty great at reading my looks esp. the one when I am about to freak out because a co-worker is bugging me....dang she's good at de-escalating me. So funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.) You know she told me once..."I mean you guys are a great at your job, but it's not like I can't find people to replace you." So. When she told me she was leaving...guess which quote I used on her? Ba ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.) She let me make a powerpoint about everyone in the team that had 2 truths and a lie and then hung it on her wall...even when people walked in and looked at with mass amounts of confusion!  That takes confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.) When she almost lost her finger from a freak accident she taught me some mad "finger physical therapy" skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired, but mucho gracias to her for being dang awesome. Go team...or my old team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-T*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for some quotes from Michael Scott on "The Office"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I guess the atmosphere that I've tried to create here is that I'm a friend first and a boss second, and probably an entertainer third. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Remember when people used to say "boss" when they were describing something really cool. Like, "those shoulder pads are really boss man." "Look at that perm, that perm is so boss!" It's what made me want to become a boss. And I looked so good in a perm and shoulder pads. But now, boss is just slang, for jerk in charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-5276495715540055250?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/5276495715540055250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=5276495715540055250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/5276495715540055250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/5276495715540055250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2010/01/michael-scott.html' title='Michael Scott'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-8661891583250511556</id><published>2009-12-22T23:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:03:50.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's freaking freezing.</title><content type='html'>Well.... I would post some pics from my trip to cedar but i am using the roommate's computer and don't have pics on it. lamesauce huh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ten thoughts that are random...per usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Ok. New tv show that I love. "Pawn Stars" Be careful when you throw that sentence down...many people have given me the stink eye because they think I am saying "Porn Stars." Anyway, Pawn Stars rocks and enforces my desire to own a pawn shop...which I believe I have mentioned in a previous post....it just so happens I am watching/listening to it as I write this blog.  It's on the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I was driving by some stores the other day and I saw a store that was offering this special deal..."Buy 1 reader glasses, get 2 free." If that isn't the best deal around town for the holidays...I don't know what is.  Needless to say, if you get reader glasses from me for the holidays....don't be shocked.  But buy your own book to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) To continue on with the glasses theme.... the other nite I had a dream where I switched place with this crazy lady's life...I was &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; concerned about that...what freaked me out was the fact that I now had to wear really big glasses....so big in fact that my eyebrows could now see through them. Thank goodness it was only a dream. Waking up has never felt so good....although, I bet my eyebrows were a little sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.)  2010 is going to be the year of weddings. No joke. I have had like 6 friends tell me they are getting hitched this coming year. I need to buy stock in bed, bath &amp;amp; beyond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) I have a text in my tele in the "drafts" text part that says..."Rub a belly...save a life." If someone could explain to me why that is there I'd really appreciate it. Thanks yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Question of the day...why do all dorms smell the same? I walked into one and it suddenly made me feel 18 and I looked around to see if it was "quiet hours." and it WAS. Ugh. I hate quiet hours in the dorms. Dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Does anyone remember the show "super market sweep"?  Holy crap...I just remembered that show when I was grocery shopping the other day and it made me want to run randomly down the aisles and shove things by the armful into my basket. I didn't have any bail out of jail money on me though...so I didn't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) My co-worker said the other day..."Bless her sweet little brainless heart." I am not sure if you can say that phrase, but I've decided to include it in my vocab...go ahead if you'd like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) My friend asked me the other day..."If Michael Jackson was still alive would you kiss him?" My reply..."No, but I would scratch his back."...What would you do for MJ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) I am not a huge fan of cold weather. It doesn't do a lot of me...but some things I have learned to like this winter... buying boots for walking around in. Drinking some hot cocoa. Trying to chip away at ice with a golf club. Having a random neighbor push my car into the driveway because it got stuck. etc. etc. etc. Trying to live the dream even if I am freezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.) Hey. I am stoked for Christmas. I love being with my family. I love the holiday feeling. I love the musica. I love the long lines at the stores...maybe not. Anyway, I am grateful for the birth of Jesus Christ. I am grateful for the Savior and His life and His Atonement and Resurrection.  It has made all the difference. I am glad we can celebrate the Lord. Yay! Big fan. "Tis the Reason for the Season"...Yes, I said Tis not It's. Just sayin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T.D.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-8661891583250511556?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/8661891583250511556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=8661891583250511556&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8661891583250511556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8661891583250511556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-freaking-freezing.html' title='It&apos;s freaking freezing.'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-8360228239311244884</id><published>2009-12-21T11:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:09:51.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T'S BLOG HAS BEEN HACKED</title><content type='html'>OK THIS IS NOT T............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THIS IS SHEENA! AND I BROKE INTO THE BLOG TO POST A POST, TO SAY THAT T NEEDS TO POST A CHRISTMAS GRATEFUL LIST POST CAUSE I THINK WE ARE IN NEED OF ONE, AND PLEASE MAKE IT A SUPER FUNNY POST! CAUSE I NEED A GOOD LAUGH!!! THANKS LOVE YA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. COULD I SAY POST MORE TIMES IN THAT POST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-8360228239311244884?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/8360228239311244884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=8360228239311244884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8360228239311244884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8360228239311244884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/12/ts-blog-has-been-hacked.html' title='T&apos;S BLOG HAS BEEN HACKED'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-234172965592021056</id><published>2009-11-24T23:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:11:21.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving is here. I am a fan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few RANDOM things I am grateful for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) The gap between my two front teeth....one less place for food to get caught in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Google. That website saves my life at least 4.3984 times a day. And by save my life, I mean it answers a lot of questions I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.)Bobby pin Jenga. It is a game I invented. Sometimes my friends wear a lot A.LOT. of bobby pins in their hair, so I try to take as many out as I can before their hair all falls out. It is a really great game....I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SwzHDBvC08I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GQtZr8rTkJY/s1600/CIMG0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SwzHDBvC08I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GQtZr8rTkJY/s320/CIMG0340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407916107384411074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Being able to write on my hand. I know a lot of people think that writing on your hand is tacky...probably because it is tacky. BUT. I remember all sorts of little things by the letters I write on my hand. So it works for me. Although, my niece ALWAYS tells on me when I write on my hand. Dang, I've spent more time in time out for that than anything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) My Fish, Ludacris. He is ONE now. Happy birthday to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Deviled eggs. They are delicious. Easy to make. and well...they are stinky...not a positive, but did I mention that they taste good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Portable DVD players. Tonite my friend, Monkey, came over and I was sitting in my living room with a nice big TV and I was instead watching a DVD on a tiny portable DVD player. She thought that it was odd....it was odd, but it was just as entertaining. So there you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) People who shop on Black Friday. They are an unique breed. And watching "them" talk today at work about their shopping strategies was pretty dang entertaining. I was in complete awe. More power to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) Great combos....like Salt &amp;amp; Pepper. Ernie &amp;amp; Bert. Ketchup &amp;amp; Mustard. Frostys &amp;amp; French Fries. Bumpits &amp;amp; Big Hair. Texting &amp;amp; Driving...but hold the texting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) The phrase "I'll tell you when you're older." It gets me out of answering so many questions. Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.) Going to Cedar City to see friends....doing that tomorrow. Stoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day. Happy Turkey Day to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Theresa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-234172965592021056?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/234172965592021056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=234172965592021056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/234172965592021056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/234172965592021056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/11/t-day.html' title='T-Day'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SwzHDBvC08I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GQtZr8rTkJY/s72-c/CIMG0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-2964815114067002108</id><published>2009-11-03T18:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:14:38.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The eye...the LAZY eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SvDULT4HZyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UUjojTC5v_M/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First and foremost. I missed my post in October. Be mad. Get over it. Be Glad. I am not a fan of the color purple, but the background Sheen put up for October/Halloween was purple and AMAZING. It made me re-think my distrust of purple. It is moving up in the world of colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So, last week I had surgery on the lazy eye. Do not stress out. It is still lazy, just not as lazy. It got a work improvement plan, I suppose. Anyway, so a post to the lazy eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The benefits of having a lazy eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1.) Well, you can look at people (especially good looking men) without them noticing. Basically spying is a breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;2.) You can pretend you don't see people (and thus, hear) people talk to/at you.  Therefore when the boss has a project to assign, you don't have to do it because um...."Boss, I wasn't even looking at you...were you talking to me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3.) You can blog about it when nothing else is exciting enough to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;4.) You can have 2 computer screens at work and feel completely justified....one for each eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;5.) The peripheral vision creates a whole new world. One time my friend tried to kick me on the bum from the side as we walked...I caught her leg before it hit me and just had to say "Lazy Eye." Did she ever try that again? I think not! The lazy eye is full of protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;6.) It makes me a statistic. In fact, the kind of thing that happened to my lazy eye happens to only 5% of people with lazy eyes.... The real question is...is that the top 5% or the bottom 5%? Am I an over achiever or under achiever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;7.) Sometimes people can't tell if I am looking at them or not and I say, "I am looking at you...I have a lazy eye." Then, the other person feels embarrassed and for at least 2 minutes, I have their sympathy and can get them to do anything I desire. Dang it...I am not manipulating people. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;8.) The lazy eye produces random surgeries and therefore I get to sleep for like 4 days straight on crazy drugs without anyone being concerned.  (Not the best reason though, let's be honest.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;9.) It gives my Pops and I a special bond....for he has a lazy eye too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;10.) It gives me "character." As if I needed anymore. At first, when the lazy eye came back when I started college, it was embarrassing, but then it became awesomely cool. I will take what I get. Weaknesses become strengths. Just saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;11.) The following picture is a blackmail picture for sure, but just whatever. It was taken the day after surgery. I was on painkiller drugs, I was looking sick nasty. But that there is the eyes. Beautiful. Holla! *On a side note, I sent this pic to my co-worker to show her the eye and when I went back to work today, a co worker had this picture up as her screen saver. Now, that's love....yah, right. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SvDULT4HZyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UUjojTC5v_M/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400049243996514082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;-T and her Fantastic Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-2964815114067002108?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/2964815114067002108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=2964815114067002108&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/2964815114067002108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/2964815114067002108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/11/eyethe-lazy-eye.html' title='The eye...the LAZY eye'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SvDULT4HZyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UUjojTC5v_M/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-880038040392586158</id><published>2009-09-30T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:58:33.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A month later...still random as ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Welp...it's been a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is what I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.) If you live in Nebraska...and it is cold outside...and the only thing you have in your car is a Virginia Tech hoodie....and the Huskers have just lost 2 days ago to Tech in football by one point....JUST BE COLD!!! Do not and I repeat DO NOT wear the VT hoodie....unless you like death threats/evil eyes/ people avoiding you/etc. I thought people avoided me when I was a missionary and trying to talk to them about Jesus randomly...no no...this takes the cake for people avoiding you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2.) I saw a commercial for a dating website... it is supposed to be for "sophisticated" folk...then they told me it was called "Sugardaddie.com!" I have a hard time believing sophistication is the winning attribute of this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3.) Taking the time at work to try and learn how to use the mouse with the other hand does not help you accomplish more. Even if your co worker says it'll help. Logic just wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4.) On Friday we are having Pirate day at work. Today I put a treasure chest together at work in honor of it. I feel I accomplished a lot today because of that and I also believe that this could be by far the best day of work yet. Thank you Pirates for making my days the best they can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5.) My family went to Virginia. I watched my sister's 6 week old foster baby. She is a cute cute baby. I love her. I loved her at 2 in the am. I loved her when she cried. I loved her when she smiled. I did the loving and now I love being an aunt again. Thank you for that free birth control. (no really...it wasn't that bad...just call me Mother Theresa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6.) I have recently learned I am a sinner. I am a sinner because apparently it is a SIN to make Ramen Noodles in the microwave....oh my gosh....I didn't know I was supposed to be boiling the water on the stove this whole time. Please forgive me...I know not what I do.... The error of my way has been resolved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7.) I want to dress up as cocaine for halloween....just dress in all white and carry a razor and a mirror. I think it's a very legit idea...so far, I'm the only one feeling this way....but hey...what do you expect, I used to microwave ramen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8.) On Home Alone 2...kevin gets on an airplane and the dude next to him starts speaking in a different language...French perhaps....anyway, it is still a mystery to me as to what that guy is saying. I would like to know....it may not solve world hunger, but it'd solve one of the biggest mystery's in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9.) Sometimes I say FAN-freaking-TASTIC. It gives a lot of emphasis to how I feel. The other week my friend said and I quote, "FAN-freaking-AMAZING." Not only did it have much more emphasis than what I say...it also confused me...which gave it all the more emphasis. Good work friend...good work. It'll catch on...you'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10.) One of my new goals in life is to have an amazingly average story that I can submit on "mylifeisaverage.com" Hopefully it'll happen soonish...emphasis on the ish. If you haven't gone to that site...do it. Laugh out loud (for reals...not the fake LOL's) funny! Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11.) Lastly....this is what I have learned. I need to always keep my phone on silent when I am asleep...or people call and I start talking about my under-roo's and the person on the other line is confused and starts calling me a "white ninja" because what else is there to say. That's embarrassing...not that it happened to me per se... just um... "a friend." Just my phone is on silent at nights now. That's all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;12.) I am a big fan of my family! high fives to all of them. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;good day...i said good day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tdizzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-880038040392586158?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/880038040392586158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=880038040392586158&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/880038040392586158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/880038040392586158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/09/month-laterstill-random-as-ever.html' title='A month later...still random as ever'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-4944173790862086782</id><published>2009-08-29T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:20:02.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late in the game but not down and out</title><content type='html'>This was supposed to be a daily thing but listen...who really wants to know that much about me...honestly. So, about once a month I get on this beast and do it...and man. Can you believe this month is almost OVER! Dang judy time is a flying by... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So random ten thoughts this time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) I'm pretty sure I almost got beat down at work the other day...you see...my co workers put in a buck each for the Powerball so they could win MILLIONS of dollars. Well, I don't gamble or whatever so I didn't put in a buck and then I preceded to tell them that I hoped they didn't win. They were NOT happy with that. I just knew that if they won that they would all quit their job. I would miss them and I'd be chillin' all alone up in that place. No thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1b.) One co-worker did tell me she'd pay a months rent for me if she won...so that was kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) There is a show on TV about pawn shops...I find it way interesting even though I have only watched it once. It makes me want to own a pawn shop. Seems very entertaining... So if anybody is looking for a new business partner/new business....I'm down for pawn shoppage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) I am going to Cedar for turkey day and Tam is coming too. So stoked. I know it's months away but the point is...get excited, cuz I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) My fish, Ludacris, is getting HUGE.  My dad says he feeds it 5 times a day. I am starting to wonder if my dad is fattening it up for dinner one night. Not acceptable behavior papa...no eating grandfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.)  One thing I miss from college is going to the gym in the middle of the day between classes and watching Ellen while working out.  But I decided that it might be a good thing that this no longer happens because I used to laugh so hard at Ellen's talk show that I would be hunched over on the treadmill laughing hysterically and people oft times thought I was having a work out breakdown...as in "Do I need to call 911."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Who gets to makes up words like "Shomance" (see urbandictionary.com if confused) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) My sister, Melissa, ran a 3K or something like that...I'm not really sure the number of K's...but I did support her by eating lots of carbs in honor of the event the day before. Yah. I am a rocking nice sister.  But seriously...props to the sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) My other sister, Catherine, got a new little foster baby. She is like 3 and a half weeks old now. I love her. I will say I love her more than A-1 sauce, simply orange juice, sleeping in...etc. I would say that is a lot of love. Go team. Thank you State of Nebraska for sharing this baby with us...sharing is caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) "I'm so excited. I'm so excited. I'm so SCARED." If you know what that is from....you win about 82.674 bonus points in my book.  It has been in my head for the past week and I just shake my head and laugh. Oh the good times from TV history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.)  The best deal out there these days... A route 44 ice water from Sonic for a quarter.  Listen, they just have the best ice ever. Holla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.) Is it a compliment to be told you are like Dwight Schrute? I am gonna just take it as one.  In honor...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dwight Schrute: &lt;/b&gt;Yes I have acted before. I was in a production of "Oklahoma!" in the 7th grade. I played the part of Mutey the Mailman. They had too many kids so they made up roles like that. I was good.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T-Starr....ok ok...one more....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dwight Schrute:&lt;/b&gt; I think one of the greatest things about modern America is the computerization of medical records. As a volunteer sheriff I can look up anyone's psychiatric records or surgical histories. Yeast infections...there are a huge number of yeast infections in this county. Probably because we're downriver from that old bread factory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-4944173790862086782?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/4944173790862086782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=4944173790862086782&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4944173790862086782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4944173790862086782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-in-game-but-not-down-and-out.html' title='Late in the game but not down and out'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1280033335786390065</id><published>2009-07-25T22:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:04:51.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Thang.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my friend Sheena's birthday. So here is top ten reasons I love Sheena....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Before we were even friends Sheena's apartment was across the parking lot from ours and she could see in our window and see us dancing around and acting like fools, but she still took the chance to become friends with us....even after seeing me scooter around in a bright orange sweatshirt and bright orange hardhat on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Sheena has utah hair, but she still lets me tease her about it. And she be looking dang good with her utah hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) I sent Sheena a Nebraska Hoodie that apparently still has the electronic security tag thingy on it (I wondered why I beeped when I left the store...I swear I didn't steal it) and she still wears it. She says..."I just move it over when it is bugging me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Sheena lets me call her "Miss Thang"...that's a story for another time, another place and mainly I remember being embarrassed by it which is why I don't tell it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Sheena knows how to locate "special water." (Remember that Tina?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Sheena updates my blog backgrounds which is why I thought she definitely deserved a blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Sheena tries to help me lose weight by trying to break my entire leg off once with the car. Unreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) She has this amazing turkey dance she does when she sees a whole raw turkey....it is comparable with Michael Jackson's dancing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) She drove to Nebraska with me one summer....she asked questions the entire time (none of which I knew the answer to), won my family over, beat me at basketball on my own turf, ate all the fudge in Nauvoo, hit a homer at the Field of Dreams place, got lost in the State Capitol building, etc. etc. etc. It's always exciting to have her around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) She used to let me bug her all the time...at work, at her house, in TROPIC utah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.)She is a grand volleyball coach and player...she can be a bit feisty. It's good times to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.) She loves her family hardcore style and is definitely the favorite aunt of everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.) Bless her heart, she thinks the Yankees are amazing. We just try to overlook that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.) She has the friends TV show memorized.  I mean to the max... memorized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.) I really look up to Sheena because I have seen her grow and change over the last few years. She has always been really awesome, but she just impresses me more and more as I see her always striving to become better and follow the Lord. She has an amazing testimony and spirit which always pump me up and make me happy to be around her. She has great advice and is great at being a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So happy birthday to you Sheen!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1280033335786390065?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1280033335786390065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1280033335786390065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1280033335786390065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1280033335786390065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/07/miss-thang.html' title='Miss Thang.'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-8110953473617741209</id><published>2009-06-21T23:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:46:42.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh who knows...</title><content type='html'>Ten random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) I think the show American Gladiators is a classic and one of the most amazing shows to watch. I don't care how I am feeling, if I am flipping through channels and that show comes up...I will stop and watch it for a bit. What is the draw...it's not the spandex, that's for dang sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I want to be the subject of  a "would you rather" question. That is a good, quality goal. I don't think it should be to hard seeing how I have a lazy eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) If the Office was on broadway...I would go see it. Hands down, no questions asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Swimsuit shopping and doctors bring out the worst in me....not those two things at the same time...that'd be an interesting combo. Although, they also bring out really really funny stories later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) My pops is a stud. It is fathers day and I really think my dad is super cool. So...not boom roasted to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) I have learned a really swell skill at work...filling up ink pads without spilling ink on my clothes. That is a resume builder for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) I want a truck...only so I can steal random objects out of people's trash piles...people get rid of some dang good stuff. What would I do with...oh, you just wait and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) How did I end up with 3 free pieces of cheesecake from the cheesecake factory? I don't know but I am not complaining. Score to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) My co-worker keeps telling me that I can buy 1500 lady bugs for $6.50. Apparently I look like I need a lot of lady bugs in my life?!?  Confusing...I think, YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) Confession....I sometimes use a safety pin as a button to hold my pants up. I feel a little whitetrash about it. But I also feel that people around me would rather have my pants up then seeing my whole world so I feel it evens my concerns out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.) Some kid told me the other day..."I know how to ride a two wheeler and I'm still five." I feel great about that.  I miss those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.) Possum's freak me out.  Just absolutely they frighten me esp. at night when they are running around in the area I am walking. Oh man, no bueno...no freakin' bueno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.) Using two foot-erized scooters at a time makes things a little hard, but very fun. I'm just lucky I didn't crash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day, I said Good day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-8110953473617741209?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/8110953473617741209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=8110953473617741209&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8110953473617741209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8110953473617741209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-who-knows_21.html' title='Oh who knows...'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1493596051373436397</id><published>2009-05-03T23:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:24:11.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Matson and I</title><content type='html'>Well I told Brittani I would blog about the good times we had while she was home. It was an adventure as always. She was only home like 5 days but I am pretty sure we saw each other each day and laughed until we were crying every freaking day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the top ten that made the list of amazingness....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Well, she did something that no one has been able to get me to do yet....get a pedicure. Yes, I got a pedicure. I had Friday off from work for Arbor Day (gotta love working in Nebraska)...so we decided to hit up that madness. Well, she did not inform me of the rules of pedicure-ness. She did not explain that I shouldn't say "yes" to everything because you end up spending more and more money.... "You want a massage for your legs" "Uh...sure" "You want a design on your toes?" "Um...yah, sounds great." "You want me to...." "Yes. YES! YES!" Good times. I got a pretty stellar design on my toes....Brittani got a tree. I told her she went all out to celebrate Arbor Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Brittani introduced me to something called "Car Treats." The idea is to have a treat in the car for when you drive around...hence the name. Brilliant, I know! Well, we put a lot of effort into our car treats...something that wouldn't melt. something we both liked....um...and that was about all the effort needed. By the time Brittani went back to Utah I had bags and bags of jelly beans and sour candy caterpillars. Unreal.  Talk about food storage. I could last for months on that stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Churros anyone? We ate our weight in churros. Our weight and 3.5 sumo wrestlers weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.)  While we were out on Arbor Day we went to this clothing store where Brittani proceeded to spray perfume on herself. Little did she know it was "old lady" smelling perfume. Needless to say, for the next 2 days I was pretty sure my car was either a nursing home or the Relief Society room in a family ward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Brittani was picking me up from this apartment complex and she couldn't remember where exactly to go and so we were texting about it and I told her to start just honking and i'd tell text her when she was getting closer. Well off in the distance I just hear a mad amount of random honking and it kept getting closer and closer until sure enough Brittani pulls up and I jump in the middle of the street. Thank goodness for a car horn. They are life savers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) We saw the movie "State of Play" Russell Crowe is in it. The entire time Brittani kept leaning over to me to tell me about Russell Crowe except she called him, "Sheryl Crow" Close enough, eh?  Only difference being one spells crow with an E and the other one doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) I almost had to bail Brittani out of jail...ok, so that might be a bit of an exaggeration. We were at the movie theatre. She decided to try and get in one of the giant movie displays....lucky her...a cop was standing right behind her. He did not approve. We walked out of the theatre....not in handcuffs. Thank goodness.  I was just an innocent bystander, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) One of my favorite quotes that came out of Brittani while she was home was, "I think I made a bird fall in love with me." We were in the middle of playing a game and she just says it like...no big deal. I look at her in disbelief and she proceeds to impersonate the birds call and sure enough...she sounded like a bird. I guess it was the bird's mating call cuz now the bird sits outside her window and chirps, chirps, chirps at her. Hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) Well Brittani and I are rappers. It's true. The radio kept saying that we should call underaged drinking in to "crimestoppers." Brittani said "Do they pay you?" So we figured if they paid us...we could do it for a full time job. We even came up with a rap for it... "That Crime you best stop or i'm gonna call the cop. I'm gonna shut down your crime even if it for a dime. You best not be drinkin or i'm gonna call crime stoppers in lincoln. Don't think you'll get far cuz we following ya in our car." We thought it was hilarious...but it was 1 in the AM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) I would like to take this time to thank Brittani Danger Matson for helping me learn an important lesson about untying things verse unclipping things. Oh dang...we were a hot mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.) We played with a cute puppy. It was a dot big...my lazy eye couldn't even find it it was so small. We almost stole it but no one was there to bail us outta jail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all. the goodness just kept going and going. I hate when she is away. but dang we had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-TSA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1493596051373436397?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1493596051373436397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1493596051373436397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1493596051373436397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1493596051373436397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/05/ms-matson-and-i.html' title='Ms. Matson and I'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1257866723736356577</id><published>2009-04-20T00:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:17:12.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random as they come.</title><content type='html'>Ten things from my life as of late....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I went bowling on Saturday night. I did horrible but I borrowed a small child from someone and I actually bowl better with a baby on the hip. I can't tell you how long I wish I woulda known that...I coulda been a bowling sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I heard someone say this the other day..."He's indian...the dot kind not the feather kind." Can you even say that? Is that even legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I have a new appreciation for my friend Meggie. She is deaf in one ear and I have come to find that I like sitting on that side during church because I feel like I can sing the hymns as loud and as proud as I want because she can't hear me.  It's kinda faulty reasoning but I'm gonna go with it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) The other day my co worker told me she "types as fast as a dead turtle." No other comment needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I would like to thank my sister, Melissa, for the wonderful Easter Egg hunt she put on for the small children in the family and by small children I totally mean that I participated in that beast of an activity. It rocked and I won't lie...the lazy eye definitely helps find the most easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I have been thinking a lot about this question and have yet to come up with a sufficient answer....insight is welcome. Which is more awkward?....not being able to tell if a child is a boy or a girl OR not being able to tell if a lady is pregnant or not?  I have a pro/con list and haven't been able to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Well my niece informed me that I am not an Aunt....apparently I am not a bug. Ant/Aunt. So confusing for a 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) There is nothing that humbles you like walking down the stairs at an apartment complex singing and dancing to "Sexy Can I" and then missing a step and falling straight down the stairs. I'm not saying it happened to me...I just feel like that would be a humbling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) I've never taken super long showers but times a change when you visit my friend Natalie. Their shower curtain is a map of the world. Let me tell you....showering has never been so dang entertaining. I just wanna put that out there in case you need something to spice up showering time.  I loved it strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) This is legit. I support this for reals... www.marchforbabies.org/theduncans &lt;br /&gt;Go team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day.&lt;br /&gt;-T-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1257866723736356577?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1257866723736356577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1257866723736356577&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1257866723736356577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1257866723736356577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-as-they-come.html' title='Random as they come.'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1244576151395326196</id><published>2009-03-31T00:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:12:38.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama J</title><content type='html'>(Sheena....I love the background....I love EASTER....love love love it)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, March 31st, is my mom's bday! Happy birthday to her. My friend just asked me if she is turning 29 again...I said yes....but it is odd seeing how that is the age my eldest sister will also be turning this year. We work wonders in this family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top ten about Mama J....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) I love Mama J because she lets me call her "Joyce" when I see fit. Over the years when people have heard me call her this they have yelled at me but she never gets upset and always tells them that I am not disrespecting her...I am just keeping it real and using her name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Mama J rocks the house because she once slept folded up somehow on a little ole hospital couch when I was there for a week after kidney surgery. Now that's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Mama J is stellar because she takes time to watch "Murder, She Wrote" most weeknights....to dedicate time to Jessica Fletcher is some real charity....cuz we all know that Jessica Fletcher is the real serial murderer...seeing how everywhere she goes a murder happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Mama J is rad because she has a Southern accent which gets esp. thick around other Southerners.....and she starts "Cutting the lights and mashing the buttons"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Mama J is numero uno because she lets me sign her up for random things like facebook even though she has absolutely no idea what it is and how to get back on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Mama J is gnarly because she makes a mean pizza pan cookie which is famous around this joint (and also makes a mean can of soup....sometimes leaving out the water and making it extra salty....oh man.... delicious or something like unto it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Mama J is fun because her text messages areallconnectedtogether because she doesn't know how to separate the words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) Mama J is awesome because she is a grandma and her grand kiddos LOVE her and always want to sit by HER at the dinner table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) Mama J is superb because she is a smart thinker....for example...when I learned how to drive she took me to a cemetery to practice cuz the people are already dead. Now that's some thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) Mama J is adorable because she will sing songs like "baby cuz I'm a thug" just to show how cool and with it she is. :) ha ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.) Mama J is the best because she is a good mom and wife and friend and neighbor and church member and physical torturer....uh...I mean therapist....etc etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy bday mama J. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1244576151395326196?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1244576151395326196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1244576151395326196&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1244576151395326196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1244576151395326196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/03/mama-j.html' title='Mama J'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-289701835339256457</id><published>2009-02-14T12:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:19:51.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reduce, Reuse, Recycle</title><content type='html'>Round 2 of usage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this on a facebook thingy....made for an easy blog but it is way more than ten things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25-er about T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 25 random factoids…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I once worked for wal-mart as a cashier…I thought it’d be funny and make for some good stories… turns out it wasn’t that funny after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I sometimes still wear a sweatshirt that I got in the 9th grade….talk about old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I didn’t like math class until the day I figured out my name (Theresa Starr…why would you read this if you didn’t know my name?) Anyway…. Figured out it spells…There’s a Starr….thank you math class for enlightening my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I believe in giving anyone and everyone a nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I am not a big fan of basically 2 things…liars and people with Utah Hair and by “not a big fan” I mean…”hate it with a passion.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I am big into texting people but surprisingly didn’t miss it on my mission at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) People often tell me I am a “gangsta” and I do not understand why…seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I would rather go on a vacation and visit my friends around the United States then leave the country on some random trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) I am not into fashion….but I do love to buy random shoes and watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) A man spit on me and yelled at me about “What has Jesus ever done for him” when I was on the mission….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) My favorite holiday is Easter. I think it is amazing. AND I am excited for it already. Sign me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) I dislike driving. I refused to get my drivers license until I was a senior in high school. And to make matters worse I have absolutely no sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) If I could live in the  State Capitol building, I’d do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) In high school my mom would tell me to go do my homework and instead I would sit in my sisters room and practice making balloon animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) As a child I thought I would be on Oprah or American Gladiators…I practiced for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) My mission changed me in so many ways….but most people can’t tell. All I know is that I will forever be a different person and that I think the Gospel is the coolest thing in my life….even cooler than the wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) I was named after my Grandma…Gretchen Theresa Daub Starr. I was almost named Gretchen and then I’d have to be G-Unit instead of T-Diddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) I had a lazy eye as a child and then I had surgery and it went away…well then when I was like 18 it started coming back…I was embarrassed at first and my mom made fun of it one time and it hurt my feelings so I made her give me 20 bucks for my forgiveness. I was/am a punk to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) I think Busch Gardens in Virginia is one of the most amazing places in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) My favorite number is negative zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) I clipped coupons out of the paper last night mostly for my co-worker that asked for some…turns out I love it and made piles of coupons for family members…they didn’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) I am pretty good at match making and fashion consulting even though I am not married and am not fashionable. I can work wonders on other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) I wanted to be a cowboy when I was a small child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) I had some pretty intense hair going on as a child…at one point I had a “rat’s tail” that would often be braided. I also had super duper short hair and people mistook me for a boy. I only trust 2 people with my hair now…Kevin and Terri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) I love playing ski-ball….I would go to chuck-e-cheese by myself and risk looking like a pedophile just to play that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats…you made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end,&lt;br /&gt;Tee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-289701835339256457?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/289701835339256457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=289701835339256457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/289701835339256457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/289701835339256457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/02/reduce-reuse-recycle.html' title='Reduce, Reuse, Recycle'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1478596831961256552</id><published>2009-02-02T23:09:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:47:10.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the freaking past...</title><content type='html'>I still have not put the pics from my recent trip on the computer  yet. Slacker face...I know! But I was looking through some of the old pics I have on here...mostly from a couple years ago and I am going to pick ten random ones for my blog tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfTuT84oaI/AAAAAAAAADw/T9DklLCZ590/s1600-h/FL000041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfTuT84oaI/AAAAAAAAADw/T9DklLCZ590/s320/FL000041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298436279207764386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is an outfit I randomly wore to family home evening once...in college. I looked real good. It's no wonder they called me "T-Diddy." (Thanks to Lexy for helping me out with this outfit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfT3OZOgsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZwSFBNKE15E/s1600-h/decjan+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfT3OZOgsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZwSFBNKE15E/s320/decjan+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298436432334848706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my pops...looking mighty fine. I got that beanie as a gift for Christmas and he went ahead (no pun intended) and put it on. Dang it I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfUrRwbgAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/osYapTfGLWo/s1600-h/PICT0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfUrRwbgAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/osYapTfGLWo/s320/PICT0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298437326590672898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my gals and I laughing real hard because Tina refused to be the short one in the pictures so she stood on that chair and was a giant. Oh man. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfUCj4jm7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/PCEQdxSCLP0/s1600-h/FL000083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfUCj4jm7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/PCEQdxSCLP0/s320/FL000083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298436627081960370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a four square court in our living room in our apartment...thank you duck tape. It took some bribing (of otter pops) to get people to come and play but once they realized how awesome it was...we played all the time.  This is just one night of doubles four square. Who needed a wii when you had this kind of homemade fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfVexeTMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ad6ja3-hU4Y/s1600-h/random+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfVexeTMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ad6ja3-hU4Y/s320/random+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298438211277894274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a random pic of the familia minus me. My niece is pounding it back with that bottle. Catherine and Nate are doing...well...you see and Melissa is trying to get away from it. My parents just sit with such proud faces of their posterity....yah...right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfWjk7gmbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/n4FZZ5zsdFM/s1600-h/FH000036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfWjk7gmbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/n4FZZ5zsdFM/s320/FH000036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298439393321720242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture freaks me out. It's my friend Scott. He's hilarious but this pic is just freaky. This is what we do to pass the time at weddings sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfVxRnDVGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cjhlge4tH6M/s1600-h/FL000037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfVxRnDVGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cjhlge4tH6M/s320/FL000037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298438529142183010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like a really happy group of friends (which it totally was) but all I remember about this day is that I had the flu and was mad that I didn't get to enjoy all the food Tina made and that I had to go to my institute graduation sick. But the next day at my college graduation I was feeling better and I broke the flu fast with See's Candies...now that makes it all better.  Bless Mrs. See's Candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfTnpFo_RI/AAAAAAAAADo/aArE8DreDEE/s1600-h/FL000080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfTnpFo_RI/AAAAAAAAADo/aArE8DreDEE/s320/FL000080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298436164622548242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie, Lexy, and I had a daily adventure together...well, I asked her to climb on top of Tracy's car for one adventure...she did it willingly and then proceeded to dance around. It's a wonder we didn't have more friends. I could write a book about our daily adventures though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfVQFMVUPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iDscsMR2S08/s1600-h/disc+1+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfVQFMVUPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iDscsMR2S08/s320/disc+1+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298437958873207026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Halloween back in the day. All my roomies were a different kind of cereal...and I was a "cereal" killer. Ha-freaking-larious. Or so we thought. We did not win the best group costume. Shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfUR05on5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/KccjXAdPOXs/s1600-h/mandyspics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfUR05on5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/KccjXAdPOXs/s320/mandyspics+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298436889347923858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the winter olympics....and I wanted to take part in the opening ceremonies so I rode my scooter around the parking lot and held this flame up! Tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was entertaining for me. Oh the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time....&lt;br /&gt;adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1478596831961256552?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1478596831961256552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1478596831961256552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1478596831961256552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1478596831961256552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/02/blast-from-freaking-past.html' title='Blast from the freaking past...'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SYfTuT84oaI/AAAAAAAAADw/T9DklLCZ590/s72-c/FL000041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-7833592937642023969</id><published>2009-01-25T22:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:51:47.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll out.</title><content type='html'>Some things I need to blog about would include my trip, my wii, my fish, etc etc etc but it's late and I don't have the pictures uploaded yet.  so.... i will blog about randomness...oh like usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Seeing my dad sing "You make me feel like a natural woman" pretty much up-ranks anything else I have ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Right below seeing that is seeing my mom dance around the basement because her "wii fitness age" is lower than her real age. On a side note...she may or may not have a pulled a muscle from playing the wii....what does that say about her wii fit age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I have decided that I know the scriptures enough to get me into trouble and well...that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I have also decided looking white trash worked for me at the airport the other day....i had a Nebraska hoodie on that has a hole in the sleeve and I was spitting sunflower seeds into a used milk bottle while I was listening to my IPOD with headphones that only actually have one side of the head phone working.  I have welcomed the transition to white trashness with open arms because well...it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Ok on a serious note...I used to love Cinnabon....talk about delicious and yummy and I'd-fly- somewhere-just-to-have-them-at-the-airport type of love.  Well, bad news bears, I had me some cinnabon at the Vegas airport and I felt like I was eating a load of cement. Talk about Cementabon. Good grief. I had to say no more....and that's why I had to break out sunflower seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) How do you properly respond when someone says and I quote..."Oh fiddles. You are a stink." That leaves me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) The other day I was at work and the phone rang. Well we have caller ID....so the name of the people calling or the number shows up (in case you haven't been around the last 25.6868 years and don't know how caller ID works)...well the caller ID pops up and it says...."Jesus Christ." I look at the phone and think..."How am I going to answer this phone call? What do I say....." etc. I was kinda stressing out about how to answer that call...well I get my nerves up and answer it...(Sheena....after poofing my hair a bit...lol)....Anyway, needless to say...it was just somebody from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  I mean get me all worked up for that...I said to the lady..."Listen, I'm Mormon...do you know what your caller ID says when you call?" it was awesome and quite the interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) That same day at the office we had popcorn that apparently tasted like "merlot." I am not a big wine drinker...or an alcohol drinker at all actually...but since it was just flavoring and not real...I tried it after peer pressure wore me down...well it was disgusting. Just saying is all...I guess it was quite the day at work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Did I mention that my niece was talking about McDonalds the other day and called it "Old MacDonalds" Now that is cute stuff.  And she was talking on her play phone the other day and we asked her who was on it and she looked at us dead straight on and calmly said..."Big Bird." like Duh...everyone knows that...I'm still waiting for that to pop up on the caller id at work. bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Dreams come true...and I dream of becoming a wii dart player....professionally. High hopes people...high hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Theresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-7833592937642023969?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/7833592937642023969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=7833592937642023969&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/7833592937642023969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/7833592937642023969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/01/roll-out.html' title='Roll out.'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-7077632969304877666</id><published>2009-01-14T23:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:10:08.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold hands....yours too?</title><content type='html'>hello blogging world (or ENP since you are the only person to really ever comment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it life has been so stellar. I have been doing a lot of just plain who knows what lately and it feels real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a few top ten things real quick like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) they now have 100 calorie nutty bars. I figure if I eat the whole box it will be about the same amount of calories in one package of normal nutty bars. Thank you math skills for helping me eat a whole box of 100 calorie snacks and not feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I literally got my niece to believe I didn't have a belly button. This might be a little more information than one wants...but all I am saying is....thank goodness for a few fat rolls that hide the belly button nicely because....joy comes from getting a small child to be that utterly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) When I have a serious relationship one day with a guy I am going to refuse to go into Target. I am not kidding when I say that as I was walking around that store the other day there was a couple in every aisle discussing their relationship...having a little "DTR" time. Unreal. Do these people not have houses to break these sorts of things down in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I want to be a wii whore.  I just want to play a lot of wii...that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) When I was at job training for my job they were talking about health insurance and about lasik eye surgery and no joke....I thought they were talking about "lazy eye surgery." I am like...dang these people did their homework on me.  I was slightly mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) My friend, Weed, had her baby...Mason. Props on a 5 week early baby weighing 8 lbs. Can I just get your autograph when they put that in the world records book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) My pops said this to me the other day..."different strokes for different folks."  My dad does not usually come up with these key phrases so darn quickly....it truly left me speechless. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Why do I find people singing....."How do you solve a problem like Theresa" a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)  So my co-worker, Amber, and I made a "wall of achievement" on one of the walls (funny how that works)...anyway, so when the public are pleased with our work on getting things done for them quickly sometimes they fax us nice notes saying thanks or whatever...so we put all the praise we can get on this wall. I think I am winning...um...and I think I am getting really good at using white out over Amber's name and writing my own  on the faxes without her even noticing me. Go me...I mean...go team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Finally...I would just like to thank my family for busting a move with me the other night after dinner when I turned up the music real loud and we all danced.  My foster-nephew is dang good for a 1.5 year old. He has a future in scoring touch downs on the field and doing some awesome dancing right after. Love that kiddo. And I think the dancing helped us get energized for ice cream. ba ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) I am going to cedar city this weekend. I am excited. VERY VERY VERY excited. I cannot wait. I will not wait. bring it the freak on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) It worried my friends tonight when I said "Buck the freak up"  I think they thought I was going to mess up somewhere during that and curse up a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok peace out girl scout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TStarr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-7077632969304877666?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/7077632969304877666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=7077632969304877666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/7077632969304877666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/7077632969304877666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-handsyours-too.html' title='Cold hands....yours too?'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-4526784860747797434</id><published>2009-01-04T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:49:36.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A job...a job....</title><content type='html'>Well...I figured I better blog seeing how I was playing with my niece's strawberry shortcake laptop she got for Christmas...that's when you know you have to find something more productive to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have had this temporary job since June of 2008....but now I am a PERMANENT freaking employee for the same place so basically I am stoked. It's a good time. So I am going to make a quick top ten list of my favorite things from work.... (don't expect a funny post...just an honest one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) the fact that my co-worker, Amber, (who by the way was a temp as well but also is permanent now) is one of my favorite people. She is hilarious. And doesn't get to upset when I stamp her forehead, staple her hair, dump mail on her, etc. etc. etc. My favorite is that once a month this call comes in from Hawaii saying we have won tickets for a cruise and I always transfer it to Amber and then I laugh like it's the funniest thing ever and well...it's not that funny.  That's all.&lt;br /&gt;2.) My supervisor is by far one the coolest ladies around. She just keeps it real and always says really funny things.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I get crazy calls all day about people needing to know about their "baby's mama."&lt;br /&gt;4.) I get to listen to things on the headphones all day so it keeps me darn well entertained, in the world loop, and on top of my lessons at church.  Best of everything....right in the ear.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I have two computer screens...one for each eye...the good eye and the lazy eye are not competing to see...they each have their own screen.&lt;br /&gt;6.) This lady gave me the nickname of "TT" and it makes us all laugh.&lt;br /&gt;7.) I look at a lot of NAMES on the computer every day and dang...people have some weird names. I LOVE IT! If you need baby names...just come to me...I have seen them all.&lt;br /&gt;8.) I am earning the big bucks so I can support my fish. Talk about real incentive.&lt;br /&gt;9.) My other co workers are awesome. One is about to have a baby which keeps me dang well entertained. One is given an hour everyday when she HAS to be nice to people (she keeps silent the whole time). One tells us stories about her "drinkin' days." Most of them give me crud for being Mormon...love it.  Basically they all just keep me on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;10.) People always bring food in....my blood pressure is on the rise...the higher the better, right? (Kinda like test scores).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just am stoked about my working environment....may it continue to rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios...me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-4526784860747797434?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/4526784860747797434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=4526784860747797434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4526784860747797434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4526784860747797434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2009/01/joba-job.html' title='A job...a job....'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-4399488883853732848</id><published>2008-12-27T01:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:48:53.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was singing at the blue monkey...</title><content type='html'>Well I've had a few requests to update the blog....so that's bloggeriffic.  I am apparently making up words now. Good times, great oldies.  Well, let's do it to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things...at least ten of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I probably did the most horrible thing ever yesterday. I ate a tuna fish sandwich in front of my fish, Ludacris. That is damaging. I am hoping he thought I was just eating bread with mayo on it.  Oh gosh, I felt so bad that I changed his water which was probably just as horrific as watching me eat fish....I need to repent...asap...on the double.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Yesterday night I had the "pleasure" of helping my friend check her mouse traps in her house. She screamed...I screamed...she jumped...I jumped...she almost peed her pants...that's when I stopped copying her.  It was an intense experience and definitely got the pulse going. To say the least....we found 2 mice on the traps....no freakin bueno.  At one point I was freaking out so bad I didn't know what to do except laugh....who laughs at a time like that?  I do...that's who.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Nothing brings my sister and I together like...Crest White Strips, Matthew McConaughey's Hotness, and dancing to "single ladies" in the middle of a parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;4.) I like to play games but I had to draw the line when my sister asked me to play "Princess memory" with her and my mom....I am pretty sure it was my niece's game in the first place...I mean...are we really that bored that we have to play Princess Memory?&lt;br /&gt;5.) A few quotes I like from a few people I love....&lt;br /&gt;            These are from my niece (she's 3)..."I got SKATER ROLLERS" "Chillax" (She told Melissa that...hilarious). "Yah, but we don't have a chimney" (worried about Santa getting in the house). "Yes way, dude" "No way, Jose"&lt;br /&gt;            These are from Brittani (bless her heart for coming home)... "A fight was started over a plunger and me" "Obama Chapter 16?  Oh...Alma Chapter 60" "Keep your hot pockets in your pants" (even she was confused after saying that one).  "I'll toast to that" (after we toasted to special powers, citric acid jucie, her mom, etc etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;            This quote comes from my co-worker. We were in the break room and she yells..."I'm not having sex." Oh my gosh...this guy totally turns around and looks at us...to say the least...the very least....one word...awkward.&lt;br /&gt;6.) I had an interview the other day...to make my temp. job into a permanent position so I was reviewing "interviewing tips"....well, I was a little disheartened when it talked about making good eye contact...how am I supposed to do this with the lazy eye situation? Luckily...I am Mormon and we shake hands with people all day on Sunday's so I definitely won on the give a "firm handshake."&lt;br /&gt;7.) You know you live in Nebraska when there is a random pair of cowboy boots on the sidewalk when I leave work and the next day when I walk to work..they are still there....nobody even steals them....  Well, I guess I either live in Nebraska or they were some ugly ugly cowboy boots.&lt;br /&gt;8.) You know Joe, Jr on the movie, "While you were sleeping"?  Well someone told me I'd go good with him...that's the most intriguing statement of my life and definitely by all means...not a compliment.  At least he's got some goodness going for him...he owns an apartment complex "Live here...I own the joint" and he's got a steady income  "He also thinks he invented aluminum foil".&lt;br /&gt;9.) I have a theory....every winter I fall on ice. Well the theory holds true again this year. I totally fell on ice last weekend...in a skirt....all I have to say is that it got rid of the headache I had...so props for that.&lt;br /&gt;10.) now...I am going to put on a few pics from recent events for numero ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcPnv8v0bI/AAAAAAAAACg/FsUCIWdXYIY/s1600-h/2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcPnv8v0bI/AAAAAAAAACg/FsUCIWdXYIY/s320/2+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284709863303139762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Please don't ever re-gift a gift...esp. harmonica's....or this may ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcPn-2OLMI/AAAAAAAAACo/WSge8A34OHg/s1600-h/2+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcPn-2OLMI/AAAAAAAAACo/WSge8A34OHg/s320/2+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284709867302300866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The familia acted out the Christmas Story/Nativity on Christmas Eve. Melissa was the donkey (wish I woulda got a picture of that).  I was Joseph. Abby was Mary. And the Doll was baby Jesus. So this was our family picture.  Dang it...Abby is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcPofw8xcI/AAAAAAAAACw/X4n8V_fO5Zk/s1600-h/2+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcPofw8xcI/AAAAAAAAACw/X4n8V_fO5Zk/s320/2+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284709876138558914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ran out of bows to put on presents so Catherine decided to use the 80's hair clips/bows that Melissa still happens to have around the house for some reason. It made me laugh so stinkin hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcPpCSOwEI/AAAAAAAAADA/12SaABrouwQ/s1600-h/2+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcPpCSOwEI/AAAAAAAAADA/12SaABrouwQ/s320/2+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284709885404954690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        The shirt says "Mom likes Me best." Catherine truly believes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcRnsS7jhI/AAAAAAAAADI/LEnLqSHQMH0/s1600-h/2+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcRnsS7jhI/AAAAAAAAADI/LEnLqSHQMH0/s320/2+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284712061345697298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    What? Melissa thinks she is liked the best by Mama J?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcRoD5YcCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YLxLFaEVPJk/s1600-h/2+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcRoD5YcCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YLxLFaEVPJk/s320/2+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284712067680989218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              Oh...both the sisters are mad because they know really I am liked the best!! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcRop0zXiI/AAAAAAAAADY/ONMIIeIQoss/s1600-h/2+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcRop0zXiI/AAAAAAAAADY/ONMIIeIQoss/s320/2+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284712077862329890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            Mama J gave us all these shirts for Christmas. So Stellar! Love it and love my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all folks. Except I am going to give a special shout out to my friend Meggie...thanks for encouraging me to blog and please come back from vacation already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word...&lt;br /&gt;        TDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-4399488883853732848?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/4399488883853732848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=4399488883853732848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4399488883853732848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4399488883853732848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-singing-at-blue-monkey.html' title='I was singing at the blue monkey...'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SVcPnv8v0bI/AAAAAAAAACg/FsUCIWdXYIY/s72-c/2+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-2805896520865485284</id><published>2008-12-15T23:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:10:23.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>14 minutes</title><content type='html'>I have 14 minutes until it is Midnight...I want to get this posted by then...so here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten things....any ten things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) When I graduated college from Southern Utah University I never thought I would really have a desire to go back to Cedar City, Utah. As Sister Act 2 states..."It was cool for what it was...but it wasn't all that." (I quote that line probably a good 5.4659 times a week). Well...tonite I had a desire and bought a plane ticket to Cedar City. I am going in January and I am STOKED! Bring it FREAKING on!  So excited to see the gang a roo.&lt;br /&gt;2.) My friend Natalie had her baby...a little boy named Clay. I am so excited! Woo hoo for Natalie. This baby has turned me into a professional stalker of the blogs...I went through about 24 blogs until I found one that had a picture of the small child....it was worth it...the baby is cute. WAY cute to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I think my niece rocks the house. She calls headphones "earmugs"  I mean honestly...does it get better than that?&lt;br /&gt;4.) I would like to thank my friend ENPVB....she talked about how she tries to do the dance that Beyonce does in the music video "Single Ladies" well...now I constantly have that visual image in my head and it gets me to laugh out loud....not many things can make me laugh out loud that hard. Thank you Eryn. You have brought more laughter into my life than I know what to do with...hopefully I will continue to only have that visual image in my head during appropriate laughing times. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;    4b.) If you haven't seen the video...youtube it. Then youtube the SNL with justin timberlake and beyonce for that video...oh so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I am one lucky fool. I have a friend that calls and sings my voicemail a song everyday. Love it. I'd say so far "Let's get physical" has been the best song...I mean how often do you receive a voicemail with such a deep philosophical meaning?  Although, I also love the ones in which the lyrics are forgotten part way through...interesting things happen then...&lt;br /&gt;6.) I have found a way to save money when shopping for new clothes....have really static-y hair. I mean...by the time you get the clothes on and your hair is having a static madness day...nothing looks good and therefore you buy nothing.  Just trust me...it saved me some serious dough last week.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Here is a serious question....at what age is it appropriate to start wearing ugly holiday sweaters?  I feel I need to be the fashion police and tell people if they are to young to be wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Something that made me feel really awkward inside the other day...I was at wal-mart and I saw about 5 children that I could not tell if they were boys or girls....they were not babies...they were children. That is an awkward feeling...I had to look away...with the good eye and the lazy eye.&lt;br /&gt;     8b.) What is even worse is that as a child I was one of those children that made me people feel awkward inside...dang it all.&lt;br /&gt;9.) I often wish people spoke like the Drummer Boy song....it'd be fun (well for about an hour). Just imagine..."Hi....how ya doing today...pa rum pam pum pum." "Let me direct your call...pa rum pum pum pum."&lt;br /&gt;10.) There was a hit on my fish....meaning someone was going to pay Meggie big bucks to kill it (I bet it was my mom). So thanks be to Meggie for choosing wisely and letting it live. Ludacris, the fish, is doing well and definitely just the coolest thing around.  Pretty sure he'll have the most presents under the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;11.) Having the hiccups does not go well with having the stomach flu. I just want to point that out. It could go on the list of "the worst thing..."&lt;br /&gt;12.) It is 5 minutes after the hour so I have to say adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-2805896520865485284?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/2805896520865485284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=2805896520865485284&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/2805896520865485284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/2805896520865485284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/12/14-minutes.html' title='14 minutes'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-8498044505268470147</id><published>2008-12-07T22:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:02:08.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously sunday stuff</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me and have been following the blog know that I am pretty just lax about life and I like to joke around but sometimes I am serious...and people don't ever quite know what to do...eeekkk...so who knows how you all will take this post. It is Sunday today so I have spent a lot of the day at church and so I am going to keep it low key and be a little more serious. I was reviewing some of my mission stuff this morning and well...I learned a lot from the mission. I feel like I had a "pre-testimony" of Jesus Christ's gospel before the mission. I am so grateful for the knowledge I gained. I love the mission with all my heart. I love life now and the things I am spiritually learning now...so here is some top tenness from the mission.... (as recored in my journals/random papers).  No worries...I am sure I'll be back to sarcastic blogging soon enough! :) &lt;br /&gt;As a sidenote...I did this for me. It is important for me to remember these things. I don't do this to be like "look at me." I am just a beginner in my knowledge/testimony of the Gospel. I strive to become better...but I gained a lot of life lessons from the mission and I want to remember them. I did this for me. You don't have to read about it or care about it...but I do. So here it be...just a few tidbits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  This is a quote from my journal...June 6th, 2007.  "The moment you recognize you're humble you've lost your humility."  That was a quote from someone...then I followed it up with this amazing wisdom..."PRIDE is a fatty sin! Don't look at what man thinks, focus on what God thinks." Wow....crack me up.  But I learn that the proud can't accept authority of God and can't accept God's counsel easily.  "Be ye humble" is not merely advice.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Here is a quote I learned well from on the mish..."A wise man learns to fall forward like a good ball carrier in football...to make the most of every failure."  I love that. I fail at things...but do I learn? Am I making the most of every situation? I learned on the mission that sometimes things don't work out perfectly...in fact sometimes they just fail, but what on the journey did I learn...what was the take home message. There is always a take home message.&lt;br /&gt;3.) This is from my study journal on May 24th, 2007..."Finished the Book of Mormon again! Yay! It's true, it does nothing but give guidance and answers. It strengthens me and helps me become better! I know of its power and that's why I'm here! Because it teaches something great, something that saves. It is a light for dark eyes or dark days! We need the Book of Mormon because the Lord needs/wants us.  El Libro De Mormon can and has changed lives.  It is working in my own! Feel the power!"  I would say I still love the Bible and Book of Mormon that much.  And yes...yes I did write "El Libro de Mormon." Call me crazy for thinking I knew some Spanish. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;4.) John H. Groberg once said, "Sometimes the Lord calms the storm, and sometimes he lets the storm rage and calms his child...he learns lessons from storms he cannot learn from calm seas." I remember I was having kind of a rough time on the mission and we went to the church library to make a copy and someone had left this quote just sitting out (inspiration?...I think yes.) I quickly wrote it on a sticky note and put it in my study journal. I learned that day about the tender mercy of the Lord. I learned that the Lord knows me individually. He knew that the storm would continue to rage as I continued on in the mission but that He could and would calm me.&lt;br /&gt;5.) A quote from Elder Steuer, "When our desire to receive instruction is a greater force than our comfort in remaining as we are, we become teachable." This is something I had to learn as well. I am not a goal oriented person...I do not have much aim (maybe because of the lazy eye)...but I am easily content in life. So...I had to learn to not take comfort in remaining as I am and really push myself and test myself to see how I could/can improve. I just love this because I have seen many great examples of this....esp on the mission. I saw people who were living comfortable lives change everything to receive instruction that will bless their lives and really just forever bless them. They became teachable and they became great students of the Lord. What more could I really desire? That is what I learned...I want to sit at the Masters feet and learn...so uncomfortableness here I come.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Sometimes at the missionary conferences the nurse lady would speak and I have this written down as her words of wisdom..."Floss only the teeth you want to keep." That makes me think of Sister Tate (my first comp...my trainer...my mission mama) and I had a saying..."A companionship that flosses together blossoms together." I learned on the mission that the Lord blessed me with my health...I don't think I have ever been so healthy...even the small things are important to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;7.) This is written in my study notes..."Alma 20:26...love is the message we should all convey." That is something that I was blessed to learn on my mission...love for anyone and everyone...it was cool to be able to see God's perspective on people and feel His perfect love for them often times as we served them on the mission.  I was able to understand that God just wants us to love everyone and not worry about if it is the right thing or not...if it is cool or not...if we have time or not...just do it. Just love with a pure and simple heart. I want to strive to remember that...love is the message we should convey one to another.&lt;br /&gt;8.)  Here is another quote that had an influence on me..."To lie in bed after one has awakened, indulging in ease and reverie is a habit fatal to promptness, resolution of character, and purity of mind." To me that meant get up and work when I first heard it. The mission changed me as to a full day...I like to busy busy busy now. (Don't get me wrong...I like down time as well sometimes).  But after the mission I just want to be out doing something...working, serving, bugging my friends...just keeping busy. And the mission taught me that the Spirit will be the best guide on how to keep busy in a positive and productive way. The mission will forever have an impact on my attitude towards work and the love of work.&lt;br /&gt;9.) I guess going along with number 8...I learned a huge lesson....to rely on the Spirit we must have the Spirit...that seems pretty obvious (I never said I was a deep thinker)...but I learned I must be living my life the way the Lord has set to receive the Spirit the way the Lord wants to give it so freely to us.  That's all...we have to do do our part...we have to make and keep those promises to God...I just gained a strong testimony of living up to my end of the bargain because when I started doing that on the mission I saw the power of the Spirit come into my life and it changed everything in my life for the better...and when I say everything...I mean everything.&lt;br /&gt;10.) On the mission I once sprayed pomegranate juice on my shirt...my white shirt. I knew it was never going to come out. I was mad/upset...that was the first thing I actually was upset about on the mission. (Only because I knew I should have changed my shirt before eating it). Anyway...my companion said "Sister Starr...if it is important to you...then it is important to the Lord." I have carried that with me ever since....The Lord knows we can be frivolous in our worries sometimes, but He still cares.  He still wants to help us out and be there for us. I learned that we need to do this for other people.... And yes...the stains came out of the shirt...prayer works, miracles happen. "you gotta have faith..da faith...da faith."&lt;br /&gt;11.) I learned that Christ is my Savior and Redeemer. I learned that He knows me and He loves me. I learned that the atonement can free the sinner and allow them to come back to Christ. I learned that because Christ lives, we can live as well. I learned there would be no Christmas if there were no Easter. I became grateful for my Savior on the mission...not just knowledgeable about the Savior.  I came to see the Savior in my life daily...not just in my life at church on Sunday. I came to see Him change my life and clean my life. I came to see....in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley once asked "Does the testimony of Jesus Christ still burn in your bosom as it did when you were a young missionary?" That is a question near and dear to my heart. It is something I must remember. It is something I will continually work for. It is something I cherish...that fire I felt as I was a young missionary knowing and feeling the truth in a whole new way. I think each of us can recall as we gained a strong testimony of Christ and I hope each one of us can still feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;-Theresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-8498044505268470147?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/8498044505268470147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=8498044505268470147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8498044505268470147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8498044505268470147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/12/seriously-sunday-stuff.html' title='seriously sunday stuff'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-4362051116920463016</id><published>2008-11-30T23:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:36:04.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures anyone?</title><content type='html'>Ok...my apologies for not blogging for so long. Slacker face to the max. But I am just putting some pics on here and just write randomness because I am T to the ired...tired.  It will prolly not be super informative or super amazing but whatere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) So...I got a FISH! Not just any fish, but the best fish ever. Meggie was a gem and took me to get my fish and helped me get it settled. His name is Ludacris! He is a stud. He is a good lookin' fella. And thanks to Meggie he has some orange and white pebbles. Good news is...my fish did not get my genes and does not have a lazy eye...yet.  He is a good little swimmer and can do it on little food...take that Michael Phelps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN3KdAS6VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/C1EJs6fE5v8/s1600-h/blog+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN3KdAS6VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/C1EJs6fE5v8/s320/blog+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690610049247570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN3K0qavtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ilua9l8tZ3k/s1600-h/blog+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN3K0qavtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ilua9l8tZ3k/s320/blog+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690616399937234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) So the other day my parents and I got out of the car and I saw this squirrel running across the road. And it was literally the fattest squirrel I had ever seen...I was not sure it was gonna make it up the tree...well, we walked to the house and it was so fat because it started eating our pumpkin...as seen below.  I am like a 5 year old...I thought it was the coolest thing ever and was like..."Get the camera...get the camera." I mean really...it's not that exciting, but thank goodness for blogs so now you can experience the wonderfulness as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN59qwJKgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BWjVqOIRRKU/s1600-h/blog+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN59qwJKgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BWjVqOIRRKU/s320/blog+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274693688936180226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.) Here is the cookie my sister, Catherine, put a turkey on.  That is pimp, huh? Can we get a round of applause for her? Yes...yes we can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN5-IzENLI/AAAAAAAAABA/Gx9gRAg5t90/s1600-h/blog+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN5-IzENLI/AAAAAAAAABA/Gx9gRAg5t90/s320/blog+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274693697001501874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)Ok...the following two pictures just crack me up. That's all. It's Mama J and Lake. They are to much to handle...you should see those two do 8 minute abs with me...I think the work out comes from all of us laughing so dang hard. Don't be jealous of our amazing abs either...it can happen for you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN5_eQ8ssI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q0xWvYa_X3g/s1600-h/mas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN5_eQ8ssI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q0xWvYa_X3g/s320/mas+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274693719943852738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN5_9n7j2I/AAAAAAAAABY/XdjPCDgZWSo/s1600-h/mas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN5_9n7j2I/AAAAAAAAABY/XdjPCDgZWSo/s320/mas+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274693728361746274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I make fun of Utah hair. I will be the first person to admit it. It hurts my eyes sometimes. But I will say that I did not realize how hard it is to do Utah hair. Much harder than I expected...as we see below. This is when Catherine and I were trying to give Melissa Utah hair. Man, it's tough and therefore definitely not worth it. Please don't dislike me with a passion for hatin' on Utah hair though...I am not fashionable by any means so it is not state law that you listen to me.  Melissa looks hot no matter what though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN5-n3auEI/AAAAAAAAABI/cKPwcz4KF6w/s1600-h/blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN5-n3auEI/AAAAAAAAABI/cKPwcz4KF6w/s320/blog+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274693705341253698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6.) The coolest picture ever (to me). You see my pops and I both have lazy eyes...but they are different eyes...so this picture proves that we can look at each other and the camera at the same time. If that's not magic I don't know what is.  It makes me happy!  And my pops is just cool in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN98bL17pI/AAAAAAAAABg/7DlVrssIOPc/s1600-h/mas+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN98bL17pI/AAAAAAAAABg/7DlVrssIOPc/s320/mas+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698065624034962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) The picture below is a duck that my co-worker threw at me one day from her office.  It lights up.  And it now sits on my computer.   Number one...I don't know why I took a picture of it.  B...I am sorry the picture is blurry and 4...I don't know why it is on my blog.    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN99YjnbNI/AAAAAAAAABw/Y3XILRuVwp4/s1600-h/mas+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN99YjnbNI/AAAAAAAAABw/Y3XILRuVwp4/s320/mas+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698082098310354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) For those of you who know the  classic story..."Mudballs with rocks in 'em" the following picture is for YOU! It is my niece and me standing in a  bunch of mudballs...with rocks in 'em. Abby is  a cute kid as well.  Please take special note of that.  "Now that's freedom."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN98r4tEgI/AAAAAAAAABo/axOKHHRwMoo/s1600-h/mas+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN98r4tEgI/AAAAAAAAABo/axOKHHRwMoo/s320/mas+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698070107165186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Just bringin' sexy back...that's all. Jordan and I took before pics as we are about to lose some serious weight...I would like to thank the following...melissa...for her coat so I could stuff it under my sweatshirt so no matter what it'll look like I lost weight and I would like to thank meggie for being our registered dietitian...what would we do without her support and that intense look she is giving in the picture...It totally makes me want to lose weight. Talk about run on sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN9-FE2SaI/AAAAAAAAACA/qVxoBI1IMgc/s1600-h/mas+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN9-FE2SaI/AAAAAAAAACA/qVxoBI1IMgc/s320/mas+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698094048856482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10.) Every year we make gingerbread houses. I am not really the decorative type so mine are always a little questionable to say the least...the very least. Well...mine is the first one on the left in the picture. I have been watching the series "Heroes" lately...season 1 on DVD. Anyway...good show and apparently I think anyone can survive anything hence the reason I have gummy bears on a sled...sledding off the roof. They will be okay no doubt. Random anyone? All I know is that because of this gingerbread making I ate my weight in peanut butter m&amp;amp;m's...literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN99iiMmKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HGp-eZ-iEtg/s1600-h/blog+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN99iiMmKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HGp-eZ-iEtg/s320/blog+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698084776712354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11.) Well this week was stellar because my youngest "daughter" from the mission came home. Sister Hause or "Hauserpie" as I called her is definitely just one of my most favoritest people ever. (I know that is bad grammar, but it hasn't stopped me thus far). Anyway...she is amazing for a number of reasons...for example...she is hilarious, she can put up with me, she had some stellar quotes, she rocked the missionary work and always had the Spirit, she is always striving to become better and she does it, she can look and talk like Drew Barrymore, etc etc etc. The following pics are numero uno...when we salvaged a exercise bike (long story but so hilarious). numero dos...just the two of us on her bday. and tres...."Ojala, mi caballo" Hauserpie has some mad spanish skills...kinda. Good times. Anyway, I am stoked she is home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STOEOFG_baI/AAAAAAAAACQ/paH9IqysZb4/s1600-h/FH000109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STOEOFG_baI/AAAAAAAAACQ/paH9IqysZb4/s320/FH000109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704966005517730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STOENeMXDkI/AAAAAAAAACI/vJr237oGxWo/s1600-h/FH000045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STOENeMXDkI/AAAAAAAAACI/vJr237oGxWo/s320/FH000045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704955559054914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STOEOtlqWlI/AAAAAAAAACY/KYu1sq9_FgY/s1600-h/FH000056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STOEOtlqWlI/AAAAAAAAACY/KYu1sq9_FgY/s320/FH000056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704976871578194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am sorry this blog has been a little lame-o but I added pictures which is new and exciting. I will try to work on my mad blogging skills. Have a stellar day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Starr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-4362051116920463016?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/4362051116920463016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=4362051116920463016&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4362051116920463016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4362051116920463016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-anyone.html' title='pictures anyone?'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/STN3KdAS6VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/C1EJs6fE5v8/s72-c/blog+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-6671655159844902212</id><published>2008-11-23T23:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:39:42.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the bacon.</title><content type='html'>Highlights as of late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I would like to thank Sheena for her kindness in putting some decoration on my blog. The turkeys are in honor of the turkey dance she does...a once in a life time kinda show.&lt;br /&gt;2.) My friend Natalie is having a baby in 3 weeks. I am STOKED outta my mind. I have known her since I was 3 and she has just been my friend forever so I am just excited to see her as a mama. And I am excited she went old school so we don't know what the sex of the baby is.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I saw a sign today that said that Chicken cordon bleu will not be leaving Arby's any time soon. Just in case you were worried about that...I know that I can now sleep peacefully at night. (That is a lie...I could rest easily never having read that).&lt;br /&gt;4.) I think most of us do one or two uncool things everyday....or maybe I am just saying that to make myself feel better...here is mine for today. I drove the sister missionaries to Omaha and my friend Liz rode along. Well, Liz and the sister missionary started singing songs....well the song started off quieter and I reached for the volume button on the radio to turn them up...then I realized that it wasn't going to work seeing how they were live human beings in the car...so I quickly grabbed some sunflower seeds pretending like that is what I was going for. It makes me uncool...but it's kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I got gasoline for a buck 79. just take that and smoke it in your piece pipe.&lt;br /&gt;6.) I would like to give a shout out to my sister, Catherine. She's pretty much amazing. I was going to take one of the famous Starr Pizza Pan cookies to work and my co-worker was like, I want a turkey on the giant cookie. So Catherine made this freakin stellar turkey outta frosting on the top of the cookie. It was sweet.....people loved it. They thought she was professional...oh, cuz she is! Dang straight that's my sister.&lt;br /&gt;7.) This lady is at work is highly confused. She thinks my nickname should be Mother Theresa...she obviously does not know me well enough...but I'll just keep her fooled for now.&lt;br /&gt;8.) I got my hair did. Thank you Terri. It looks amazing. I wish I could have Terri make my hair look sharp every day.  Melissa's homie told me that it matches better with my glasses...crack me the heck up.&lt;br /&gt;9.) I would like to point out that I don't think that the bitter Nebraska wind got the whole global warming memo.&lt;br /&gt;10.) The other day I accidentally deleted all the birthdays from my calendar in my cell phone. All I could think was the quote from Hook, "bad form jack"  So if I forget your birthday...my bad. Gotta hate when electronics are smarter than me.&lt;br /&gt;11.) Have you heard about the pirates lately? (that sounds like the beginning of a bad joke). Anyway, I was sitting in the break room and CNN was talking about the pirates and this lady was saying how she can't believe there are pirates. Well I can because I think it would be awesome to become a pirate. Hands down that would be the raddest thing ever. I told them I wanted to be a pirate but that I guess I would have to leave Nebraska for that to work out properly....otherwise I'd just be kickin it on the man made lakes.&lt;br /&gt;12.) Well my life is freaking awesome as of late. I just work and play. Who needs more than that?&lt;br /&gt;13.) I happened to see the movie twilight...at midnight...don't ask me why...call it sisterly love/duty.  I have not read the books nor will I. I am glad I sat by shannon who had not read the book so we laughed together at the parts nobody else was laughing at and I was also sitting next to Meg...who had read the books so she could keep us up to date on the story line. "Hold on my spider monkey." Apparently that is a good line....who knew.&lt;br /&gt; 14.) just here is my take home message for today...it's a quote..." A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs.  Jolted by every pebble in the road." I think we just gotta have happiness and top ten days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....negative zero for forthcoming blogging adventures...i am getting a fish ASAP! I am excited times forty five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-6671655159844902212?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/6671655159844902212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=6671655159844902212&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/6671655159844902212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/6671655159844902212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/11/bring-on-bacon.html' title='Bring on the bacon.'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1327815692753398636</id><published>2008-11-19T22:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:41:57.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just me.</title><content type='html'>The thoughts of my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) People always say that you shouldn't have regrets...well, I regret going to the chinese buffet for lunch today. I am pretty sure something is alive in my stomach now. It is trying to speak to me...I have not interpreted it quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I don't like it when Anneli leaves town. I think it should be against the law. I missed her dance she does when I yell "A-Money" at her at institute. It's quite the little jig.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I wish my job title could be what Akon calls a "homieloverfriend." Do you have to go to college for that?&lt;br /&gt;4.) The institute parking lot is always full of cars...it's like the safe haven law for cars. People just drop them off and nobody quite knows what to do...Tonight we had a car in the way and it just furthered my desire to learn the talent of picking up cars and moving them. &lt;br /&gt;5.) Today at work was lovely...I re-duck taped the handle bars to my skooter. That is a success.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Apparently I have to enroll in a 12 step program for Meggie....who knew I had such an addiction....good thing she told me. Talk about someone giving you a subtle hint that she needs some mad space from you.&lt;br /&gt;7.) My sister's foster kid learned how to say "T-sa" which is my name.  I am stoked outta my mind about that.  He rocks my world.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Visiting teaching parties at coffee houses seem to be a wonderful idea.  Why don't they ever mention that at church?  I mean...what...I've just heard through the grape vine.&lt;br /&gt;9.) I heard a song on the radio yesterday...not my favorite. The chorus says "A baby changes everything." Apparently F. Hill sings it and well it was a little much for me....come to find out later that it was Christmas song, but seriously....I disliked it so much that when I first heard it I couldn't even change the station....sorry if you like it.&lt;br /&gt;10.) There is a church called the "Church of the Brethren." The pastor is a female....hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;11.) I was teaching with the sister missionary the other day...teaching a Chinese guy and Heather came in...she is jewish...just got baptized. Well....the Chinese guy says to Heather..."I always was taught that Chinese and jewish people are the smartest in the world." Heather responds, "I was taught that too."  Talk about a blow to the self-esteem. I always thought people from Nebraska were up there in the smarts....I guess not. Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;12.) Women cry a lot I'd say.  They have no problem having a good cry. It happens to me....I found a way I like though. The other day I woke up from a dream just bawling....now that is a way to have a good cry...I have no idea what it was about but all those pent up emotions were let out. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all I got tonite since I am pretty sure I am the only one who ever sees this thing....oh well. It works for me. Life is good. I am just loving it. I am just blessed to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-SA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1327815692753398636?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1327815692753398636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1327815692753398636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1327815692753398636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1327815692753398636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-me.html' title='just me.'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-344214683729889841</id><published>2008-11-15T23:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:56:01.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the joys....</title><content type='html'>Well, it is a Saturday night and I am just living the life. I am babysitting...watching the food network and playing on a laptop.  Oh...so relaxing, this is what weekends are all about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Ten list as of late...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.)  We had the missionaries from my parents ward over the other day. One of them told me I would be a good talk show host....now I am not sure whether that is a compliment or not!?! I mean...are we talking Oprah style or Jerry Springer style?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I think cranberry meatballs sound disgusting...no thank you food network. no thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Last week my co worker, Amber, and I matched 4 out of 5 days in our clothing style. The one day we didn't match definitely showed me I needed to broaden my clothing style. She had on a harley davidson shirt...I mean, I couldn't have pulled that outta any closest in my house.  I know, surprising that Mama J and Pops aren't running around in Harley clothes. PS...don't ask why we were matching. No one knows...we don't even know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) You can be having a good day at work...everything is going your way...UNTIL you start to get off on the wrong floor when the elevator door opens and man...it is hard to recover from the embarrassment of that.  People never know quite what to say to that...everyone just looks down...the person tries to recover with the slight laugh and the "Ha...is it Friday yet?" Poor souls that this happens to....not me of course. Never me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.)  Jack-Kay pointed out something funny the other day...the fact that my sister, Melissa, still believes me even though usually I am being sarcastic or trying to get a rise out of her. For example, the other night I told her that my parents were getting a fake christmas tree this year...she had a moment of freaking out while at a restaurant in front of her homies. It was hilarious. Then I tried it on my other sister, Catherine, and it worked as well.  I know, it is cruel but oh so funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Have you ever heard of Restless leg syndrome? Well...when I first heard of this I thought it was make believe...I thought...who has that? I mean really...come on. Then I met somebody that did and kinda wanted to get their autograph because I was so excited that it was real.  Well...I heard of something that could top that.... Foreign accent syndrome.  It's when you suddenly wake up and speak with a foreign accent...hence the name.  I am thinking if I had to get a syndrome, that'd be my choice. And if I ever meet someone with this syndrome...I am totally getting the autograph this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;6b.) One time I had a cold so I went to the doctor. My friend asked me about it and I told her that my doctor told me I had "restless nose syndrome." She believed me....again...cruel...and funny. I am a horrible person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) I was at an enrichment dinner the other night and for some reason we started talking about what we would do if we lost our eyebrows....who talks about things like that? It was a good convo. (Whoopi doesn't have eyebrows...watch Sister Act 1 or 2). Anyway, we decided for me...I'd just tattoo my name as eyebrows...so if you ever see "Theresa Starr" across my eyebrow area...you will know what happened.  Glad I don't have to worry about that future decision anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) I listen to music at work and sometimes I really wanna bust a move so I do...but mostly I jam out with my toes. I guess you could say I have toe jam...sounds nasty, but alls I am saying is...I probably could lose one pound this next year with all the dancing my toes do to the music at work....and at least this way people won't see me jamming out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.)  This post is FOREVER long. My bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.)  I saw my friend Jota, Jota today...that pretty much rocked my knee highs off...yah...I had knee highs on. don't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.) My sister, Catherine, has a foster kid....a little tyke. He is a stud to the max. and last night I taught him how to do bones...or rocks...or whatever Megan calls it (sorry, I forget). Anyway, I feel like that is definitely a life long skill to have...I am glad I could impact society for the long haul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.) You know how I have a lazy eye? and you know how people say "in my minds eye"...well, sometimes I think I have a "Lazy minds eye." It's definitely a possibility.  Just saying is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.) Well....on a more serious note. I went to Willie's baptism today.  It was awesome. He got up and said a few words and he was talking about Jesus and he said regarding that, "Boy, he delivers." I loved that small statement. It just rung true to me. Christ does deliver. He is here for us. He does give his everything for us. He is our Savior and Redeemer. I am just so grateful for that knowledge. It makes my day happy everyday. It gives me goodness for my life. Christ has truly delivered me lately. How has he delivered you? How has he given you ten things to be happy about? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope you have a good one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Teresa...no....THERESA....gotta love the H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-344214683729889841?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/344214683729889841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=344214683729889841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/344214683729889841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/344214683729889841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-joys.html' title='oh the joys....'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-3477998238510247003</id><published>2008-11-13T23:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:14:01.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Melissa really gets upset that my blog is a lie. That I don't blog everyday. So I am blogging tonight and I am so flippin tired so it probably won't make a lot of sense, but such is life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;1.)  "Let's give 'em something...something to talk about....a little mystery to figure out"this song is in my head. Of all songs I was hoping it wouldn't be this one.  I'd even rather have "this is a song that never ends...it goes on and on my friends." OH BA HA HA...now that song is stuck in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;2.)  I have an update on a really cool friend of mine...Meggie.  She's the one that catches food in her mouth. Well she thought she was ultra good at it yesterday because she tried catching a whole orange in her mouth. I have the video to prove it. She may or may not be missing a few front teeth and she did not catch it. Better luck next time...with a watermelon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;3.)  My co worker, Amber, and I are in a war. Apparently, she thinks we need to be in a war because I stamped her arm today, hit her with papers, kicked the back of her chair and threw unwanted envelopes all over her while she was on the tele. She says she is going to de-pants me tomorrow....I said...bring it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;4.)   Well tonight Jordan and I decided we are going to lose weight by the end of the year. On Saturday we are taking our before pictures. I am stoked to stuff myself with pillows so no matter what...I'll have lost some poundage. Cheating to the max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;5.)   Tuesday was awesome. Can we get a high five for last Tuesday. I work for the gov't...so Veterans day we get off. I worked for part of the day....bless being a temp! Then I kicked it with my parental unit.  My parents tried to get a grow lamp for a plant...I tried to get them to buy....holiday lights, snowman stuff, a guinea pig, a fish, a fake christmas tree, a bunch of randomness at wal mart, etc....it didn't go over so well.  And I thought I was the favorite youngest child...apparently they have another one some where they aren't telling me about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;6.)  Today at work I took an orange. I wanted to eat it at lunch. (Funny how that works).  I didn't know how to get the peel started so I bit into it...it ruined the rest of my lunch....everything tasted wrong. I just want to point this out to save you from future lunch problemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;7.)  On a better note, tonite I went with some friends (thanks Nicole) to a blizzard bash. Cookies...blizzards from DQ...taking a bite into that stuff does NOT ruin the forthcoming bites. And I also showed Nicole my mad color skills...I can take one color and put it into a different color's sleeve so it fakes people out about the true color. That does not make sense on the blog...the point is....I learned that in 3rd grade and have carried it forward into the real world...thank you Zeman Elementary School for making me prosper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;8.)  I have decided I may be a little out there...I thought it definitely showed from the big ole green sweater I wore tonite but then esp. when I got into trouble from Bishop for saying something I didn't even say....I need to tone this down a bit. Tonage is happening....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;9.)  What would be so wrong about combining facebook and myspace and having facespace or mybook?  I would totally love an internet site called "Facespace."&lt;br /&gt;10.)  I tried to pick a lock inside the institute building tonight with my temple recommend card holder...is that even legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;11.)  I have thought about some things I would not do for a klondike bar...I would not eat green eggs and ham. I would not work 24 hours straight. I would not give my big toe. I would not sell seashells by the seashore or say that ten times fast. But I would go skydiving for it. I would lay in bed and sleep for it. I would give most people a high five for it....This is the type of question I feel most people should ponder....they always say that we should be prepared for these questions like if people ask us to smoke...we should choose before hand to say no...so this is a question you must get prepared for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;12.)  I want a dart board of the United States...how easy would that be to find out where to move to or go on vacation to? sweet!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ok, I am so done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;-T-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-3477998238510247003?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/3477998238510247003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=3477998238510247003&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/3477998238510247003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/3477998238510247003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-4671068558386999481</id><published>2008-11-10T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:20:01.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>long ole madness</title><content type='html'>Well Hello! Melissa told me that I shouldn't call this my daily top ten because I don't actually write daily...but to bad so sad...it is what it is and it isn't what it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is some goodness from the last few days...&lt;br /&gt;0.) I saw Miss Lewis eat chili while keeping gum in her mouth at the same time and not intermixing them. Craziness huh? I was definitely impressed and showed her that by making fun of her. I am so uber mature.  Miss Lewis is good to have around for entertaining things...Bless her.&lt;br /&gt;1.)  Friday it was COLDY! And I was running late. So I got this brilliant idea to ride my skooter, Micro, from where I park to the building I work in. It was FREEZING with the wind blowing against me, but so much fun. And it was GREAT to have the skooter at work because my supervisor rode around on it and then my other co-worker was riding around on it. It was just a crazy Friday.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I love my dad. I got to work on Friday and he left a little sack on my chair that had a donut in it. How cute is that.&lt;br /&gt;3.) So...I have been listening to Home Alone 1 and 2. Love love love them. I also love quoting them. The main quote I love from Home Alone is..."AC said 10 %...well Ac ain't in charge no more." or something like that. Pretty much if you need something to say to someone and want the conversation to be over...just say that. No one ever knows how to respond to that.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Our State is safe-havened out. Just a side note.&lt;br /&gt;5.) My co worker and I went to the chili feed at the Institute building. It was real good and it started on time...a LDS activity that started on time...or maybe we were just late. Anyway, I was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Friday night was awesome. I played Rock Band....I played the bass guitar. I was horrible at it and it made me laugh so hard. Pretty much I blame the suckage on the lazy eye, but really I am not musically inclined, but practice makes perfect so probably I should buy Rock Band.&lt;br /&gt;7.) I saw the Secret lives of Bees or something like that. Can I just get a shout out for Queen Latifah. Pretty much I want her to play me in my life movie. If they give her a lazy eye we almost look like each other.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Saturday was sweetsky. I slept in. And I went to the Temple. and I got gasoline for a buck 95. and I got a twist cone from Mcdonalds. And I played games at Shannons. And I ate a subway sandwich. and I could keep going....raise your hand if you are jealous of my awesome day?! I bet your hand is up.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Saturday was also amazing because Kim helped me feel like a whole new woman.  Mainly she taught me a sweet skill. She taught me how to put sunflower seeds in the side of my mouth and keep them there and still eat one at the same time. Now, that is just freaking amazing. Go Kim and go me for being a quick learner. Plus Kim and I kicked trash at Catch Phrase...and I played with sunflower seeds in the mouth. BOO YAH BIG MOMMA!&lt;br /&gt;10.) Sunday was kinda a crazy day.   I saw a baby spit up through their pacifier...that is mad skills.&lt;br /&gt;11.) Sunday someone also hit my car....bad news bears, but I would like to thank Jack-Kay for making me feel better...she fed me 2 meals and let me map out people's homes (that makes me sound like a stalker) via her computer.&lt;br /&gt;12.) I watched Troop Beverly Hills....ok if you have seen that movie you are so excited right now. I think more highschools should do that for their annual plays instead of Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;13.) I started a group on facebook...need i say more about unawesomness?&lt;br /&gt;14.) Today was good as well. Just worked it hardcore. Went out with the missionaries. Growing up I sometimes wanted to be a missionary...then i went on a mission and was a missionary. now i am home and want to be a missionary just all the time. :)&lt;br /&gt;15.) FHE was good. just so you know.  I was trying to lift up cars and move them with Jordan...oh it'll happen one day.&lt;br /&gt;16.) this is to long so I am stopping even though many other wonderful things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI my favorite number is negative zero. I think it is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely loveness to you....Theresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-4671068558386999481?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/4671068558386999481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=4671068558386999481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4671068558386999481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/4671068558386999481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-ole-madness.html' title='long ole madness'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-8277115000675551245</id><published>2008-11-06T22:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:38:02.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lame-o.</title><content type='html'>My top ten thoughts from today...not ultra exciting...but whatere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I just said "I often wonder why I am so good looking" and my mom comments, "well you take after your mother of course." Well...like...duh.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Tonight my niece was yelling, "I am the princess. I AM THE PRINCESS!" Is that how most little girls feel? I never wanted to be a princess. I always wanted to be a cowgirl or a pirate. Do you suppose that has a lot of meaning?&lt;br /&gt;3.) Today I took my supervisor (the one that kept her finger) a big foam hand...the kind you take to games that have the pointer finger in the number one. It was pretty hilarious. She kept her pointer finger so it was perfect. She hung it in her office.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Some of my co workers went to the pancake festival today that was being held across the street. I didn't know you could have a festival for just pancakes. Isn't that exciting?&lt;br /&gt;5.) I pulled a Brittani Matson tonight. I went to blockbuster to rent a movie and instead walked out with a bunch of movies that I bought....I learned it from her. When I go broke...I am going to blame her as well.&lt;br /&gt;6.) I have talents....I licked envelopes at work today for like 2 hours and I did not get a paper cut on my tongue...if that's not a talent, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Tonight my friend, Meg, and I went and got hot chocolate. We are trying to find the best place in town. Tonight we tried Starbucks. It was expensive....but good. I still think dirty gas stations is the best place to find hot chocolate. Don't worry....I will keep you updated on this exciting adventure...how will you ever sleep until you know? :)&lt;br /&gt;8.) So at work today my co-worker told us a hilarious story. I love her stories. My goal is always to hear stories from her. She was a wild child. Today had something to do with being chased by police...jumping curbs...trying to bite the police...etc. Talk about pure entertainment. She basically rocks.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Remember how excited I was about the pomegranate in a previous post? Well I got in a war with it and it won. I accidentally dropped it when I was trying to open it and red stains got everywhere. Dang it. It sure told me. And then I told it...and ate the rest of it.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Well...today I heard a quote that said..."Just because there is a cloud doesn't mean it's going to rain." I like that quote. Just because things don't look so good doesn't mean life sucks. I would say that we have a lot more positives than negatives. My mom always says..."Two negatives don't make a positive." I disagree...for example....today it was cold (so we had to get hot chocolate)....negative/positive. So we went to Starbucks...which is expensive...negative. But while I was there we saw the worker almost fall as she slid around on the floor (negative for her...) but it cracked us the heck up....positive for us. I don't think this is making sense....negative for you....but it's number ten....positive for you. The point is...be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ms. Starr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-8277115000675551245?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/8277115000675551245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=8277115000675551245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8277115000675551245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8277115000675551245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/11/lame-o.html' title='lame-o.'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1974161963906755585</id><published>2008-11-05T21:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:40:36.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Title-less</title><content type='html'>Today is Wednesday...all day long I thought it was Tuesday. So now you know...and I know.  Here is the top tener of todayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Today is my Pop's bday. Happiness goes out to him. I was a little worried about his gifts...cookbooks...a cooking spoon to be used for getting leaves out of the gutter....new cooking pans that might be used for sledding...etc. BUT then Mama J gave him the COOLEST gift EVER! She got him a hot air balloon ride. Now, is that not straight up sweet? Totally jealous.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Well...I've come to find out how I came to be me....I blame it all on Sister Act 1 and 2...mostly 2. I listened to them today and all the material I use (aka all the slang I say) comes from those movies. All I can say to that is WHOOPI!&lt;br /&gt;3.) Today I was talking to my co-worker...she had an apple and orange on her desk. I had a stapler in my hand...the next thing I know the orange had a staple in it. My bad. I do not think the crime was driven by emotion.&lt;br /&gt;4.) My supervisor is a stud. I rather enjoy this lady. A few months ago her finger got severed by a door...well today we found out the good news...her finger reconnection took...she will not lose her finger. I want to have a "finger saving" party. She now has to go to finger physical therapy...she says she already knows how to use her middle finger...oh man. She is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Well the last 2 days the office has been HOTTTTTTT!!!! Just unreasonably hot. This has created a mass amount of strippage. I do not feel great about this. Everyone just put the clothes back on and wear more deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;6.) My co worker, Amber, is living in a soap opera right now...including a lover using a baseball bat that leads to a jail sentence and all...CRAZINESS!!! To say the least she is struggling so we went and got ice cream today. Doesn't that just fix everything? Esp when the office is so freakin' hot. (Don't worry...she knows she's on the blog and she doesn't mind).&lt;br /&gt;7.) We went to the Olive Garden tonight for dinner. It was really fun. We had 3 kiddos there. Abby and the 2 foster kids. It only took 6 adults to take them on. Take that and smoke it in your peace pipe.&lt;br /&gt;8.) I went to institute tonight...late. dang it. It was good esp. thanks to Sadie running around saying "caca."  I think one year olds are coolio.&lt;br /&gt;9.) I saw an American flag waving in the wind. I love it. It excites me. Not that I am overly patriotic but I just love seeing a waving flag.  Just how I love driving into Vegas at night and seeing all the lights. Some sights just are fun for the lazy eye to view.&lt;br /&gt;10.) I learned a new computer program at work. It was some good times. Look at me have more for future resumes. :)&lt;br /&gt;11.) Just live your life....good song. Good lyrics. I am livin my life.....it's rockin and it's rollin. Apparently I don't use the g's on the ends of words.  Hence the reason my mom is worried about me teaching my niece how to speak correctly.  Anyway...go live your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Theresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1974161963906755585?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1974161963906755585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1974161963906755585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1974161963906755585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1974161963906755585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/11/title-less.html' title='Title-less'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-566859453617690464</id><published>2008-11-04T21:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:22:54.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday + Monday = Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Well...yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Top Ten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;1.) Thank you to all those who text me today at work...it kept me highly entertained and it keeps my fingers moving fast for all the typing I do. Arthritis here I come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;2.) So I voted today.  Everyone was telling me about this LONG wait I'd have so I packed up a picnic...a lawn chair...my portable DVD player...etc and got in there and only had to wait one minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;3.) I was walking into work today and this lady looked at me and said, "I like your shirt." I was like..."Oh thanks" thinking...dang I must be lookin' hot. Then she follows up with..."Probably because it is the same color as mine." And there you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;4.) I really want a fish and Mama J is not thrilled about it...talk about shattered dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;5.) So the phone rings at work and the caller id comes up with the area code being 406...I told my co-workers..."Oh I think it is Oklahoma" Well come to find out it was really from Montana. My co-workers look at me and say "You were close." I thinking...Montana and Oklahoma are not even close together...haven't these people ever seen a map before?  Well then I realized...Oklahoma has a 405 area code which is close to 406. Way to be on top of it Theresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;6.) I walked through the leaves today. I love it. I love leaves. I love to rake. Maybe that is odd, but I don't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;7.)  I went to Wal the Mart and Tar the get tonight in honor of my Pop's bday tomorrow. Woo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;8.)  My co-worker and I think it is very odd that they just re did the whole break room...they made it look super spiffy and then boom...they didn't even put a clock in it. Does that mean we never have to go back to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;9.)  I had the joy of being a horse tonight...I just wanted to lie on the living room floor and rest and suddenly my niece was on my back saying "Go Horsey!!! Get up!" So around I went...as a horse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;10.)  Well it looks like I'll be going to California soon to testify for Tina that the officer that pulled her over was definitely doing a little racial profiling. We will see how that leaves. I'm pretty stoked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;11.) I need a new service project...dang it Miss Lewis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;12.) Probably I am in love with today mostly because I got a pomegranate....only one of my favorite things ever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alrighty....rock it. shock it. lock i&lt;/span&gt;t. -Theresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-566859453617690464?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/566859453617690464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=566859453617690464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/566859453617690464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/566859453617690464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-monday-tuesday.html' title='Sunday + Monday = Tuesday'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-8735924387774069515</id><published>2008-11-03T20:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:07:22.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just another manic Monday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So today had some pretty rad moments....Here's the top ten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  First and foremost, I want to give a major shout out to my friend Meggie. Tonight she absolutely...one hundred percent...super duper amazed me. She has some mad skills. I threw a whole cupcake at her mouth and she caught it...the whole thing...frosting and all. If only I had that on camera. I hope that one day I have half the cupcake catching skills she has.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Tonight I almost lost an eye...literally. Katy kept making paper airplanes and was throwing them at my lazy eye. I think she wants it as a souvenir of Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I did Dirty Flirty's horoscope....to say the least...it'll be an adventure. She is supposed to marry John McCain. Have 16 kids. Live in Iraq.  Their hobby is lazy eye worshipping. Etc. Wowzers.&lt;br /&gt;4.  The temperature outside today was quite delightful.&lt;br /&gt;5.  My friend A-Dizzle started her job at Deseret Book.  I love it. Totally wish I could work there. She is nervous she won't know about the books...I told her to just tell the customers that the book brings the Spirit and is about Jesus. I think that covers it all.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am listening to SNL's recap of all the political stuff...hilarious. Sometimes I just like to say "gosh darn it" with Sarah Palin's accent. It's to much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I wore a crazy good looking un-matched outfit to work today....black pants. white shirt. green sweater. blue and teal diamond shape socks. black shoes. oh...i looked good.&lt;br /&gt;8.  So today at work was hilarious. Everyone had to get a new email program set up. We started using outlook at work...everyone was TICKED off about it because they couldn't figure it out. So funny.  Everyone was just walking around cursing.  It made for an entertaining day.&lt;br /&gt;9.  My one co-worker was so ticked that the only thing that made her happy the whole day was opening her new jar of peanut butter and licking the lid....seriously...she made me watch. Oh the joys of work!&lt;br /&gt;10.  I listened to "While you were sleeping" today....That has some good one liners. "these mashed potatoes are so creamy."&lt;br /&gt;11. Melissa wants a shout out on my blog...so Melissa...this is for you. WORD!&lt;br /&gt;12. I heard from G-Unit today. Whoop de freakin roo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love life. It is some good times. Let's all look for the adventures and work 'em hardcore.  I'm off to practice my cupcake catching skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T to the Diddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-8735924387774069515?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/8735924387774069515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=8735924387774069515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8735924387774069515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/8735924387774069515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-just-another-manic-monday.html' title='It&apos;s just another manic Monday....'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720750569536978049.post-1516596721625577166</id><published>2008-11-02T22:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:02:58.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knows what is gonna come of this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So...I decided to get a blog?! Why, who knows? We will see how this leaves I guess....  I decided that mostly it'll be the top ten things that happen on a particular day. I have never been a great journal writer...and the only way I can do it is by writing the top ten things that happen in a day...so that's what I'll do here and maybe more. We shall see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's top ten would include....&lt;br /&gt;1.) Losing by a hundred points in dominoes....now that takes some hard work.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Eating red potatoes with A-1 Sauce...does life get any better than that?&lt;br /&gt;3.) Going to stake conference....&lt;br /&gt;4.) Getting a freakin' long nap in....good night nurse it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Making cookies with Jack-Kay!&lt;br /&gt;6.) Dirty Flirty making her mind up and telling me.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Seeing my cute niece. She is a stud to the max...minus the fact that she straight up took all my gum from me and put it in her purse. What does a 3 year old need with that much gum?&lt;br /&gt;8.) Wearing pj's most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Being a match maker....weddings need to be coming from my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;10.) and Probably the most exciting thing ever had to be that my dad made me dinner in a pumpkin...that is only the most amazing meal known to man. Just because it is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, girl scout. -T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720750569536978049-1516596721625577166?l=tsdailytopten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/feeds/1516596721625577166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720750569536978049&amp;postID=1516596721625577166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1516596721625577166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720750569536978049/posts/default/1516596721625577166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsdailytopten.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-knows-what-is-gonna-come-of-this.html' title='Who knows what is gonna come of this....'/><author><name>T!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282321586017190884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNpCZsOJ7NE/SQ6GqDtwCTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJaCJ4Tuu58/S220/disc+1+089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
