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Survey says….you’re fat!
Posted on Fri, 06 Aug 2010So today at work, for the low low price of $35 you can be dunked in a tank and then told your percentage body fat. what a waste of money. i'd say it was a waste of time too, but i'm blogging about it instead of doing it, so clearly, i'm not that busy in the first place. but anyhow...$35 to be dunked in a tank, with none of the fun of actually swimming to then be given a 6 page print out detailing just how fat or fit you are. um...for $35, i'll look you up or down. confirm what you already know (if you can pinch the fat, you're fat). and then recommend 30 minutes a day of moderate exercise. i'll even pretend to be a doctor if that makes you feel better. don't get me wrong. no judgment here. fat just is. either you are or you aren't i don't care...but really folks..do you need to spend $35 and be dunked in a tank to know if you are? i think not.
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Is that a dancey dance….
Posted on Wed, 28 Jul 2010it's amazing how your life changes after motherhood. i couldn't tell you what the latest dance 'the kids' are doing these days is...but i can do yo gabba gabba dancey dances. mya (my daughter), loves to dance along with TV, and it's hilarious when she does it to serious performances - like ballet. Her face gets all serious and she lifts her little (fat) leg and twirls around. it's awesome. so anyhow...i was bored, she was bored, so i stared doing Mya(the singer)'s dancey dance. Step front. Step front. in out in. squish it to the right... what made it at ridiculous moment was that not only did i have the dance memorized (those who remember me from cheer squad know that is NOT an easy feat for me - during cheers you could almost see me counting to myself...1. 2. in out in. don't fall down. now jump and scream..). anyhow...not only did i have the dance memorized, so did Kamal. He looked up and said, hey that's Mya's dancey dance. indeed it is. and it's HOT that you know that.
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Fb Feed
Posted on Wed, 07 Jul 2010here's a FB app that uses the javascript SDK to show you what links your friends have posted. I made it because I wanted a variation on the RSS Reader - I want to know what links my friends think are worth reading - without having to see status updates, Farmville messages and photos. But the last one I actually really like...i flitered it out because I get really distracted looking through my friends photos. you have to login and grant permissions to my app to see it, but don't worry, i'm not doing any logging behind the scenes of what's in your feed. I really don't care. I barely care about what my friends are saying.... If you want it, feel free to view src and take the code. enjoy!
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Good to the very last drop…
Posted on Tue, 06 Jul 2010It's always a bit of a sad moment when I finish my mocha. And clearly Mya feels the same way too. I usually give her a few sips of it because she's had it before and she knows it's good. Today, we were sitting outside, so I let her have the cup. Unfortunately, she dropped it and spilled it before she could get any. Not a problem though - she laid down on the ground and licked it up. I know, I probably should have stopped her, but I felt her pain. I would have wanted to do the same, and the nice thing about being a baby is that when you get the urge to eat something off of the ground, if you're quick enough, you get too!
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Like
Posted on Mon, 05 Jul 2010The babies are napping. I just ate some delicious pie. I'm in a good mood. So, I couldn't come up with anything snarky to say about adding a "like" button to my site. No real reason for doing so. Well, I haven't looked at the Facebook API for about 2 years, so I'm coming up to speed on it again. So there was a reason. We'll see if anyone besides my mom likes my site.
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iPad, therefore iAm
Posted on Fri, 02 Jul 2010oh apple... I am now that dBag with an iPhone, a mac book pro AND an iPad. and an old iPhone, that is now Mya's...because it's old and I got a new one. anyhow, on to the latest act of dbaggery. the justification of the iPad. when i first heard about the iPad i scoffed...pshhh...what for! it's...
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Mikeala Adelpha Mokeddem
Posted on Sun, 09 May 2010Happy Mother's Day! Baby #2 is here...so the site renovation has taken a back seat for a bit. She was born on May 2nd at 10:06pm. 7lbs 10oz. ...
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moving to word press…
Posted on Tue, 23 Feb 2010so i got some email from blogger saying that it takes too many resources to support ftp push to your own web server. really? it's a finished feature and a stable protocol. i doubt that is the real reason. i suspect the truth is more like this:we acquired the company, cut the staff and now there is...
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a bit of bitchassness.
Posted on Wed, 20 Jan 2010So, I'll admit it...I do, have a streak of bitchassness, that rears it's double standard having head from time to time. I accept this, and just try to remain aware of it, so that I don't inflict it upon you. whomever you may be. So here's the tale, I don't know if I even want to admit this,...
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these are the tales…
Posted on Mon, 04 Jan 2010so i have a collection of my um, antics from my early and mid 20s. I decided to write them down, since in private, I had a very interesting life. Actually, it was because nearly everyone around me kept telling me that i need to write a book. so it's written. for the most part. but it's dirty. not...
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aliseya.com - you made it. now what?
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Is that a dancey dance….
it's amazing how your life changes after motherhood. i couldn't tell you what the latest dance 'the kids' are doing these days is...but i can do yo gabba gabba dancey dances. mya...
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Survey says….you’re fat!
So today at work, for the low low price of $35 you can be dunked in a tank and then told your percentage body fat. what a waste of money. i'd say it was a waste of time too,...
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for the record…
if i'm ever in a state like this, pull the plug. if it's not that kind of a situation, lethally inject. i'm not so advanced a yogi that i could handle 23 years trapped in my own...
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