Pride

In the military.
their actions (a)
what are we fighting for(b)

America's Marines

nation, honor, courage, proud, defend, protect, marines
patriotism, discipline,
apple pie, girl next door
ideographs, words, definitions, meanings, thoughts.
Mulan

In my country
president, democracy, nation, states, buildings, jobs, produce, buy American
security (National Security)

In my beliefs
People want to be better, give what you can-when you can
Christianity, live like Christ

In myself
strength from within,

OREO

Dear OREO (R),

As a long time customer I have an idea to present you from my tastebuds.

Lets give up on trying to market the Original OREO to the growing masses (yes double meaning). I propose a name change, switching Double Stuf OREO into "OREO" and turn the original OREO into "OREO Lite" (or something diet es).

First reason: The results from my polling show that 100% of customers polled, prefer Double Stuf to regular Oreo. Some will NOT BUY OREO's unless the store provides Double Stuf.

A second reason for this name change is, international markets. With international stores only selling the original flat Oreo's many foreign fans are left wishing for more. Change the name and the Lite will be the hard to find cookie not the other way around. Lets get'em hooked and coming back for more. Milk sales will also sky rocket, but who cares about them.

My third reason, shoppers may buy the OREO lite is for the health conscious eater. Some may buy just because it says LITE. Dieting shoppers may be drawn to a sweet treat with less ...whatever. The 100 Calorie Packs were a good idea, but what about a snack you can buy in bulk (but is also a good cookie) to market to bulk buyers, or party makers, as well as previous customers who love the habit of twist lick and dip.

Thank you for your attention to this suggestion "out side of the box".

:)


My only Con comment comes from neurosciencemarketing.com

Does the market really need 16 flavors of Goldfish crackers, including “Blazin’ Buffalo Wing Flavor Blasted Goldfish... 46 Kinds of Oreos – Including Purple?"

Learning something new

If I could learn one language, it would be Latin.
If only to sing songs like THIS.

Carl Orff's	O Fortune,
like the moon you are changeable	ever waxing and waning
since Fate strikes down the strong man	everybody weep with me.

Drunk Driving

Here is an example of a PSA.

and here is my advertising groups idea:
Setting: A bar.
Characters: Two friends , a girl, background people.
Actions: Two guys talking hanging out, notice the girl across the bar.
Marcus: I'm gonna go buy her a drink.
Allen: Go for it.

Marcus talks to Sarah. He buys her a drink. They hangout, keep drinking and dancing. Allen leaves with a wave.
At the end of the night, Marcus and Sarah get into Marcus' car. They drive off smoothly.

Close up of Marcus face.
"Allen, remember the girl last night at the bar. We stayed out after the bars closed and stopped at that pizza place. Turns out she's a Sigma. I told her I'd give her a ride home.

[Slow pan out, see him sitting in a chair]
I wasn't that buzzed, I've driven with more.
Her name was Sarah.

[show newspaper cutout: Obituary, Sarah- 23 died passenger in car crash.]
{pan out wrecked car behind him, his leg in a small brace.]

[Black out]
Bottom run script:: YOU DON'T NEED A STATISTIC TO KNOW IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU.
For more information go to MADD.ORG.

Relationships

My first boyfriend was Peter. He was the first boy to ask me out and my first kiss.
We broke up over text.
It was a fun two weeks.

I've had a few beaux since Peter. But this little video I found ( i did not create it) helps explain how I feel about dating.

The emotions, the actions, the hype. When all that's needed is two people to "Come together" as the Beatles say.

These are my past love songs:
1: The way I am - Ingrid Michaelson
2: Amazing Love (You are my King) 3: The Call - Regina Spektor
4: Come Together- Beatles
5: Here in your Arms - Hello Goodbye
6: Hands down - Dashboard Confessional
7: Infatuation - Christina Aguilera
8: Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton
9: Hot n Cold - Katy Perry
10: Something There - Beauty and the Beast
And here is a wonderful little philosophy provided by Indexed

Ah Technology

I used to have to worry about writing appointments and assignments down. What notebook, or Calendar I'd jotted the brief memorandum. I've sat on , washed and forgotten many PDA's in the last 7 years.
But now i get to attempt not only which Computer I placed my reminder, but also what Name I saved it under. Folders, flashdrive/ USB, and program.
Where oh where could my little assignment be?

Did I email it to my work account, my personal account, or my junk email account?
Is it posted on the internet?

Forget simplifying with better technology. If you don't know how to use it. It's just a very expensive paperweight.

Holidays

This Valentine's day I got a sweet half made half bought card from a friend of mine. It said:

Who's Awesome
ashley?
You Are

and then on the inside there was this picture and the words:

To the most beautiful, caring, courageous, wonderful woman I know. Happy Valentines day.

He also found me some of my favorite chocolate. MARS bars!! Yum.
But my second gift I received on Sunday, was delivered to me while I slept. Someone busted out my window in my living room. Normally this would be an easy fix, but with 3 inches of snow and a sick landlord, It's covered in plastic and sleeping under every blanket I own. Some joyful day.
I remember Valentines Days when in grade school we'd spend the better part of a week creating shoebox mailboxes for our individual desks. Each person in the class would decorate their box in whatever festive motif they desired as long as there was a slit on the top to place valentines through. We'd each give a valentine to everyone else in the class, or at least everyone who wasn't a glue-sniffing-booger-eater with cooties.That style of expected giving, threw me off Valentines Day for a while. Until my senior year of highschool.
My First time I bought someone flowers.
I decided to use the extra money I had saved up from January and buy my friends and others Roses for Valentines Day. I gave up my lunch hour to go into town and peruse the flower shops for my roses. I bought 3 long-long stem deep red roses, (one for each of my "loves"). I bought a dozen red roses, a dozen yellow roses, a dozen pink roses and two dozen white roses. These I passed out to my friends who I love, people I like and some times those who just looked like they needed the comfort of a beautiful flower from someone who cared. I got a HUGE HIGH from this giving. Not only did I get to break a few traditions about guys only giving girls flowers, but I'd like to think that I may have changed a few people's mind about Valentines Day.

I believe that while showing love through spending money can lead the motivation behind giving gifts. (the bigger/ more expensive the gift the more Love) I think that Valentines Day is a day where people can show, unashamedly kindness to those around them. It's a day when it's okay for mean and women alike to say... I love you.
And I've often taken to buying flowers for people. Sometimes on whim (I'll drive past a florist) maybe it's because they need to be cheered up from something (death, a bad breakup). I even buy them for myself. To brighten up my home, or because it's such a shame that on a shelf in a shop, they will only be thrown out, and not sniffed, and watered and treasured for being a wonderful creation of beauty.

I believe that many things, TRADITIONS, Holidays, Words, Actions...have lost their value and meaning. Here's a little parody of what Valentines Day could mean. After all, it was so long ago...Who really knows. And more to the point. If something has meaning for you (giving a gift) why worry about the meaning it could have had 200 years ago, when you and she/he knows what it means for the two of you.

Good Morning

Wak'ie Wak'ie Eggs and Bac'ie!
Wake up wake up there is eggs and bacon for breakfast.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to wake up to a plate full of delicious food every morning, without having to spend 20-45 minutes heating up the stove, mixing the ingredients and scraping off the fat to consume it? Not to mention the dishes left over.
I've heard this saying more than a few times, Wake-y Wake-y, Eggs and Bac-y. But with my spelling this version has a new meaning and a similar one. Waki waki eggs n baci...New meaning: Baci means (Italian) kiss. A treasured thought of mine, is to wake up to being kissed by someone who loves me.
Damn Disney if you must, but my thoughts of being awakened this way also stem from more than childhood fantasy. Forget the more than realistic fact that his breath will be morning rich with last nights meal and the evening's drool. I'd still prefer to open my eyes for the FIRST time each day, with him in my field of view.
Even with my love of food, breakfast would be a second thought. And thus the second meaning: similar to the first image of food right in front of you. There would be a feast. Our eyes on each other. This hunger for love diminishes others.

Just when I think I'm out...

They pull me back in.

I've sat down to many a task. Papers, proposals, speeches and then some. I'll divest hours of time into projects I want to succeed. My final project here is to graduate. After four years, three advisers, switching majors, a Division I sport, sketch comedy group, a semi-professional musical, Army ROTC and no social life, I felt that the last spring of my degree would be a breeze. (haha pun!)
I was hopeful, the first few weeks I was greeted in each of my classes by interesting teachers who wanted to have as much fun in the class with the students as the information they were to teach. I sat back and started to enjoy my last first day of school.
Now, three weeks after the last day to add a class, I receive a call from my major department. The conversation goes something like this...them:"You are three credits short on your graduation requirements, and will not be graduating on time. Please come to our office or fill out the necessary forms online to switch your graduation to the Fall." Me: "But I followed the instructions from my adviser and I've been taking 15 credit hours minimum each semester." Them: "Keep us informed of your plan, you can walk in the spring but you won't graduate without the requirement. It cannot be waived."
WHAT!!!!!!!!

You are a language requirement short. But that can't be I took French and German in high school.
We don't have your transcripts on file here. Maybe we have them on paper somewhere, but instead of looking for them, we'll just pull your file and tell you that you can't graduate yet. Pay us more money first and then maybe we'll consider it.
Oh and by the way the 20 hrs of Theater classes you took don't count for a Arts and Humanities GenEd credits. So you owe us another class.
And you didn't have enough credits taking right now to graduate with 120, so if you CLEP out of the language you will still have to take 3 hrs to have 120 total.
But I'm taking 18 right now? and the last day to add classes was last week.
Keep us updated with your plan to graduate.

Skrew you.

Hey Adviser, can I see the file you've had for four years. Do you think that you have my transcripts in there?
OOh look there they are, notified and sent from my high school. Oh look there's my two years of German with a minimum grade of a C. Weird. Lets walk that over to the Records office. dee-de-dee
Here you go Ms lady-in-an-office who is controlling my future vicariously through paperwork that someone is trying to default. Yes I know that the papers are in my hand now and so it would suggest that it could be changed. However, for four years it has been in my advisers folder in a locked cabinet and here is a note she wrote (please call to verify) that it is authentic. If you wont accept it than at least copy it and put in on record so that I don't have to inform my school that a University has lost information that a high school can keep track of.
Oh and by the way, thank you for calling me my last semester here and asking me if I had a plan when for FOUR years I've been paying you over $3,000 a semester to do one thing. Give me a bachelors degree.
But I'll forgive you. When I'm walking across that stage, with my blank folder. And I receive my diploma in the mail. I'll make a copy and send it to you, that way we'll both have it on record.

Share the love not the Grade

Share your cookies at recess.
Play nice with the other kids.
If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
This attitude has morphed the development of my generation. Extra credit and bell curves have also added more space between action and responsibility.
If you think this is only a product of lower education schooling, check that idea at the door. Extra credit and group projects, with one grade for all individuals involved are a staple of higher learning classes.
While it's true that not all Universities use them, my particular one does.
Why should someone who doesn't do work get a better grade than the effort they produce. Why should a excellent worker suffer for the joint work another has failed to produce?
I'll tell you why, because that's how it works in the real work place. If you are a part of a board or committee that head a project. No matter the part you play, if your name is on the cover of the business plan, you are responsible for every part of that plan. If one part is messed up, and you still signed your name to it than WELCOME to the responsibility of your actions.
The problem I'm suggesting is not the group projects in idea, but the lack of motivation people in the groups give them.

Where were you?

These questions plague me.

Where were you when you heard the news... about the Oklahoma City Bombing ?
Where were you when Cassie Burnall was shot for saying she believed in God?
Where were you when the World Trade Center was hit?

One is just a paper I have to write for class.
Two, a song i sang in school for a talent show.
Last, I was being picked up from school by my friends' mom. I thought she must be joking.

Where were you?

Our lives are defined but what we do, but WHEN is decided by society. I don't remember these days because of something that someone else did, something else happened to someone else. I was just living my life. Or was I?

I honestly can't remember the FIRST time I realized that life should be treasured and lived REALLY LIVED each and every day to the fullest. But i remember the last.
I watched the movie Seven Pounds. I can't describe the way i felt because it was too personal to express. It had emotions and thoughts, memories both good and bad wrapped up in moral obligations, social expectations and unexpected events.
I just know that i don't want to have to wait for something to happen to me, I don't want to be another Where were you when...

I'm not going to let my best memories rely in what, when and who society says I must care.
My FIRST memory to treasure this year will not be " Did you see when ...." But instead will be "I did something"

a"R"ithmatic

Lets take a walk away from the FUN firsts and into some serious ones.

The first time I moved out of my parents house. FREEDOM, Freedom, freedom! As a college freshman I was excited to be over 5 hours away from home, and without a direct line of transportation back home, my father couldn't jump into my socializing. The problems with my dorm room soon became apparent.
My first roommate that wasn't my sister, was a single child from a rich family. The best way to describe our relationship would have to be through Galinda and Elphaba's song What is this feeling?
While in my home away from home I learned how to do dishes in the bathroom sink, and another college staple coin laundry. For a scholarship student I didn't have to budget much towards tuition and fees.
That began the budgeting trend of my college era. First I'd have to save approximately $5 for laundry each week and then I moved up to food bills when I transferred out off of a food plan.
My next first was an Apartment. I still had a roommate but this time I made the mistake of choosing a friend. We had great time hanging out the only problem was where could we go to get away from eachother?
Filing taxes,
keeping budget,
paying bills,
Quicken...not fun

I left the fun world of calculus and algebra for a new kind of math. I leave simple problems where 2+2=4 and now find myself in a world where $500 a month has to stretch to $800 of bills.
I've gathered many budgeting tips from numerous sources including Quicken (I despise Quicken) to a book entitled "Budgeting made easy".
I've planned budget after budget, allotting money for savings too. But what do i get? a bigger paycheck and an empty bank account.

Writing

1st time I completed my New Years Resolutions.
2009 was a good year for me. And it began with a journal and a resolution.
I’ve kept journals for many years. I believe my first was when I was 13. I had just moved and wanted to keep a chronicle of my adventures, like Harriet the Spy. I had seen that movie and adored her solitary lifestyle, apart and above the notice of “normal humans” so much so that she had a novel AND a movie made about her.
I knew that Harriet wasn’t a real person. My mother had me watching documentaries when I was younger. I knew that real life was not as exciting as my books.
But I thought that since the move, my life had graduated from normal to “exciting”. And so I decided to write down EVERYTHING. Otherwise I wouldn’t know what was special. Plus who knows what some one reading it in a few years would think.
My first diary was a pink booklet with a cheap lock any pin could open. And my second was a composition book just like Harriet’s.
The school I attended provided notebooks for each of our lessons. They had the school emblem and a space for our name and class and teacher. I loved these books. I collected stole(borrow long term), extra notebooks each semester even if I didn’t need them, for I could have them after I left the school. This love of notebooks, blended with the realization that my first diary lock was not suitable, led to my almost kleptomaniac behavior.
My first collection probably stems from the notebook hording I did in my earlier education. (but that's a different story for a different post).
I kept a small composition notebook (about 3"x3"). I'd write anything that happened or anything that I thought or felt. As my teachers had told me, the best way to write something is just to sit and write. I's write little quizzes that I'd make up. "What is your favorite color? What would be your dream job? What size shoe do you wear?" I'd quiz the guys and girls and compare the answers. Sometimes I'd poll people for someone else who was too shy to ask. All this information would go in my Little Black Book.
After writing in it for a semester or so, one of the guys in my homeroom, got a hold of it. Needless to say "true" thoughts aren't the balm people think truth may be. I don't like writing things that aren't true. If can't believe in it myself, (misguided emotional though it may be) than I can't write it.

And so for the words of my mock-up web design i went to Fillertext.com. A wonderful little website with made up words ripe for the taking.
My small secret i'd like to share is this, write a little, note, or letter to yourself. Give it to someone organized or that you trust, and have them mail it to you in one year from the day you wrote it.
Write in it, your hopes, dreams and expectations for yourself. Write your sorrows and joys. Fill it with confetti of memories and a small spray of your favorite scent. So that when you open it, you can remember.

Reading

This semester I've learned to read my books for class. And before class too. Usually I cannot be pried away from one novel or another. My favorite genres have evolved from Fantasy (Piers Anthony, Murder Mystery (PJ Tracy, Jeffery Deaver) Sci-Fi (Orson Scott Card, Star Wars) and even military biographies (H. Norman Schwarzkopf). I can easily read three books a weeks. But it wasn't always this way.

A trilling whine resonated through the house. I HATE READING
My parents must have heard this from my mouth a thousand times. Learning to read and Phonics (c) were not my friend. I must have been a Sophist in a past life. I love to argue that words written down could not possibly be correct or as important as words spoken. Frustrated parents, as they are wont, skipped over the long and difficult road of "TEACH ME TO READ" with beginners’ books and started looking for books that would interest me. They finally succeeded with Maniac Magee. The story of a young boy who runs ON train tracks and sleeps with Yaks (the furry four legged kind) and can untie any knot, but is allergic to pizza. I didn’t have very much in common in a traditional sense, with a boy who lives on his own and is allergic to pizza. But emotionally and in my fantasies I had no trouble viewing myself as the protagonist.
Johnny Hangtime was the next book I remember, and still treasure. This story is based on the exciting life of a young stunt double. What kid wouldn't want to get paid to jump off things and roll down stairs!! Concrete stairs are more pay than carpeted stairs.
These characters spoke to me in ways that boring Reading List books couldn't. They were about boys {I'm obviously a girl now, but my father raised me to be active in a way not specific to a gender} who tried to live outside limits. Always pushing themselves. With Magee, he pushed cultural and social limits of the neighborhood he discovered, and he has a friend with the same nickname as my favorite candy bar. Johnny lives the double life, a normal bullied kid, but secretly he has a perfect secret. I could relate to living differently than the kids down the block.
Once I got an interest it was easy to keep me hooked when my parents took me to an awesome book store. Books-a-Million was wonderful. They had a train built of wood with a small TV and it ran kids movies like Veggietales or Loony Tunes. I remember the day I found out that I could pries the cubbyhole open and change the VHS inside. But there were also rows of seats where you could take a book off the shelves and read them. It was great! Not as boring as a library or as strict and I could take a break and play with the toy sets or try to find a book about lions with my sister. The books are arranged in easy to find sections. All the kids books are in one place. And the best part is... after an hour you can read another one.

If you want to get a kid interested in reading, find something they like in a toy or a characteristic they portray, and then a book with about it. That is what my GrandPa did, he made a book (fill-in-name) story. My brothers’ was about sports and mine was about Beckey's Ark (not Noah).

Around puberty I must have realized that as a girl I was different than the boys I enjoyed reading about. This change also coincided with a move overseas. So I tried a new genre. Royal Diaries. My first was about Nzinga the Warrior Queen of Matamba in 1624. A young woman who wants her father to notice her.
My favorites include Mary Queen of Scots, Eleanor of France, Cleopatra VII, Anastasia of Russia, and Marie Antoinette.
Though based on real events, I realized that these were fiction. I enjoyed the sense of realism in the voice of these young girls growing into power and dealing with their trials, it gave me a hope for my own life. I believed that if Marie Antoinette can survive being married at 14 to a man she doesn’t know I could survive HighSchool.
Once I outgrew the age group 13-16 it was easy to find my next step in imaginative fiction. Piers Anthony, Philip Pullman, and I capture the Castle by Dodie Smith. Now that I understand the different layers in reality exist I could learn things using fictional settings and information in novels. Books are no longer burdens to live through. They are a doorway, a highway to possibilities and opinions that I cannot experience myself. I’ll never be a 15 year old boy living on my own. But I can empathize a bit more with my younger cousins. I can even get them hooked on one or two of my favorites.
After a few years I now read 700 page novels quite easily, in a day or two. I'm reading autobiographies, war stories, historical documents, and non-fiction stories for fun. I’m even enjoying reading my books for university classes. Who knows what I may learn next. My favorite books will be from my childhood.
And I still cannot pronounce words correctly.

Creatures Large and Small

I've always had pets.

There are very few years that aren't filled with scratches, bite marks,or shed hair.
My First pet I can actually remember (petting, feeding and generally loving) would be Kitten Little. She was found on the side of the road when I was two. My father was always a nature nerd and so we scooped her up, and took her home. She was so tiny she could fit entirely into my fathers' palm. Because she was so small we had to feed her from an eye dropper. As she grew, we taught her to be litter trained and how to live outside when my mother's allergies got too bad.

I remember her because we were together for nearly 16 years. In that time she was more my friend than any person. She slept on my bed. Either curled up on my toes or in the scoop of my bent legs. She sat on my lap, when the sunlight no longer lazed across her favorite spot by the window. And she played. Out of all the cat's I've known, SHE was the best mixture of temperament and energy.

My next cat and the first pet I adopted from a shelter was Oscar; the fat, shedding, old cat.
Oscar was one of a pair of two aged cats who had been discarded when their owner grew too old to take care of them. At 11 and 12years old they couldn't be separated, and had to be adopted together. In my infinite wisdom I decided that two old cats would be better than on kitten ANY DAY. They'd already be house broken and already act well around people. I was right. Except for the fact that I personally had to empty their litter box everyday like clockwork. One thing that will give anyone a sense of work is to follow an old cat that has diarrhea and clean it up. I can now say that I will be ready when I have children; I know all the best surface cleaners!

I must have based my love of animals from my first nature walk with my dad. He taught me to love all kinds of creatures, by showing me their habitats in person. He explained to me early in life that they are created for a reason. Each animal has it's own environment and within that sphere they have their own jobs. Spiders for instance are not scary. Not unless you find a wolf-spider on you in the shower like I did at 16. Spiders are great, they keep bugs from
Trying to take over the world
If you've seen Pinky and the Brain you'll recognize this reference. If you haven't Go Here.

MY next fuzzy feline quite literally chose me. Two years after being in a new house I noticed the lack of feline companionship. I often took nature walks in the grove of trees behind my house. One day while I was walking I heard a mewling sound. And out of the bushes walked a small ginger cat. He was very thin and eyed me from a few feet away. I pet him and got him to follow me up to the house he wouldn't come up to the porch. So I yelled inside and had my roommate keep an eye on him while i cranked open a can of tuna a can of chicken and a handful of dog food and a dish of water.

Two vaccinations later, two collars, two vets, and the name Fred, we are still Cat and Owner.

If you haven't owned a pet I'd suggest you find time to visit a shelter and at least play with the lonely animals there... The most rewarding pets are Cats and Dogs. They teach you more about relationships than any psychology class can everyday.

Blindness cures ED

Designing my first ad in class I choose to highlight the adverse effects of Viagra, or perhaps the hopeful effects of taking the drug... blindness.
My ad runs something like this:

-Narrator: "Is your signifigant other just too ugly for you to 'get it up'?
-Guy: "Yeah! But I love her. Or at least I'm stuck with her."
-Narrator: "NO Worries! With Viagra's special concentrated doses, that cause temporary blindness you'll never have trouble "facing" her limp again."
-Guy: "Golly!"
-Narrator: "Order now and get a 2nd rush delivery FREE!"
WARNING: This ad has nothing to do with real viagra, it's just a joke even though it's funny.


Haha! The fun you can have with gullible people. The interesting thing is that ED has more to do with the guy than the girl. Ironic that after all the work girls put into being "perfect" guys still get inferior complexes too. (that and diabetes) Hey guys eat better now and take care of yourself or you won't be getting any at 60.

Make it look good!

First thing I do in the morning:
Turn off my phone (alarm on vibrate under my pillow.)
Walk to the bathroom and look at the night's damage to my hair.
I used to hear that females spend a lot of time preening, grooming and generally standing in front of the mirror. Are we vain? Are we just looking after our investment into the gene pool?
In Funny Girl the musical.
Many women over the age know that, "If a girl isn't pretty, like a Miss Atlantic City, all she gets from life is pity and a pat."
Who whats to be Miss Atlantic City? I prefer the Miss Outdoors in Maryland.

Why are girls seen as JUST pretty? Are they? Does it matter?

The definition of beauty: the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).

I noticed that beauty for most is on the outside (their FIRST, part of the definition.) I was in 7th grade and I didn't have the clothes or body or the hair style to be as pretty as the rest. A poor tomboy with a crew cut doesn't quite fit in most public schools.
Years later I realized I've always had an advantage inherent in my features; my smile. Born with a huge mouth that blessed my parents with hours of screams and songs, I can fit all these 32 (sorry not 42) wonderful teeth into it. I've never needed braces or a retainer to move my mouth into near perfection. And that's when I realized my First is when that my beauty isn't in the alignment of my teeth, my cup size or my height. it's in the scar on my lip, and the kink in my hair.
MY beauty isn't in perfection, I'll take the second part of the definition "Qualities Manifested".
Here are a few of my Beautiful Women: Nike Ad , Tracy Lewis , Dara Torres , NG

Html ?

I learned how to search the web for HTML codes and for the best web sites to copy and paste from.

Shh... Don't Tell.

• One of the nifty things I found out was how to flip back and forth between 'windows'. It's quite simple, you just hit the 'tab' and 'alt' keys simultaneously. Or as I do... Hold alt and tap tab until you reach the window that you want. ♥
  
• The second thing I learned was how to read code.
  
  It must have been developed by an English professor or such because it's vaguely similar to Grammar.
  There are beginnings and ends to each phrase.
  
  In English these would be Capital Letters and Periods.
  
  In HTML they are Carrots. Not the food you ignoramus. They are these things < >. I won't give away too much because this isn't a How To blog. Ah the palpable disappointment.
  
  
• Third on my list of things I have learned was; how to add a link. And open it in a new window too!) My Example is here ↓
  
  Here is one of the good sites I found to yoink from.
  SITE!!
  

Fun things i found on my searchings...

1. How to change the bullet points into ♦ and Roman Numerals. It's all about the type.
   
2. I ran into a few color code charts. Some with ALL the COLORS you can think of and others with fewer choices but oh so wonderfully arranged.

Ciao Bella! -Ciao Bello!

Thursday, January 14, 2010
My last First
In a person's life there are many firsts that are easily remebered, by oneself or another.

Memberable firsts:

• words spoken
  
• steps taken
  good teacher
  
• love
  
• "real kiss"
  
• fight
  
• person you kill.

This blog will cover all but the last. And a few more Firsts.