<?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-2717814991107048952</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:43:13.703-08:00</updated><category term='taylor swift'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Self'/><category term='Ultimate'/><category term='ball'/><category term='internet'/><title type='text'>Snippets from an ADD's mind.</title><subtitle type='html'>Snippets from an ADD's mind. Useless, but it's me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2430467352478973111</id><published>2012-01-19T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T23:16:26.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>2011 in Review!</title><content type='html'>Blog worthy events that happened in 2011! In no particular order; and I'm sticking to good things! This is a little late, but it's before February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got a job! Funny how things work, literally don't hear back from applications for months, then all of sudden I started hearing back from all these jobs. Eventually, I landed one of them. :) So now I work for Motive Interactive, an affiliate network (contact me if you want to make money!!), and it's awesome. People have the wrong impression that what I do there is play online games all day. Which is completely not true, because I have no interest in playing games all day and would have probably already quit if that was my job. I tried playing a game that we promote and I lost interest in a week. Teresa = despite being a dork, not a gamer. Oh, and I got to go to E3 which was cool even if I didn't really get it! And it made all of my friends jealous. Hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/270115_10150229558028701_557623700_7223663_1019470_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/270115_10150229558028701_557623700_7223663_1019470_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With our SWAG leaving E3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ultimate! My club preseason was my best ultimate record. Lei Out: C bracket finals. NYF: Finals. DUI: Semi's. OLOB: Semi's. Lost to eventual winners in both (still haven't won a tournament since Prez Day 2007, my first and only). Too bad the record didn't carry over to the club season. LOL. Anyways, had a lot of fun with Death Eaters, Hella Bella, Too Swift, and Mass Exodus. Also! I was able to combine my favorite things together! Harry Potter + Ultimate! and Taylor Swift + Ultimate! Wee. Got to play with old friends and new friends, loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mYTO-RZOdw/TxkSfmHuPxI/AAAAAAAABDs/jZkMEFv4P4E/s1600/IMG_6165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mYTO-RZOdw/TxkSfmHuPxI/AAAAAAAABDs/jZkMEFv4P4E/s320/IMG_6165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Death Eaters 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215847_10100469733651816_2505284_60583718_1969646_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215847_10100469733651816_2505284_60583718_1969646_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mass Exodus 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TAYLOR SWIFT. I bet you're surprised this wasn't the first thing I listed huh? I was able to score tickets to her concert, thank you AmEx! We got them like.. 6 months in advance. So Ducky made the trip down to SD to see her in concert with me. Amahzing. I took the day off from work (obviously) so we could make shirts and posters before her concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWA-q3ehvSE/TxkTd6Dp8II/AAAAAAAABD0/kiX13HXYSdo/s1600/IMG_7964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWA-q3ehvSE/TxkTd6Dp8II/AAAAAAAABD0/kiX13HXYSdo/s320/IMG_7964.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#tooswift&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;4. Making new friends! Still working on that, never can have too many friends. But I think I'm starting to get more comfortable here and all in all, SD is not a bad place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was a pretty good year for me! And hopefully each year will go up! So far 2012 has not disappointed; only time will tell. Though it might not be a good year if the world ends. Anyways, hope your 2011 was filled with good memories and create many more in 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2430467352478973111?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2430467352478973111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2430467352478973111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2430467352478973111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2430467352478973111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-in-review.html' title='2011 in Review!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mYTO-RZOdw/TxkSfmHuPxI/AAAAAAAABDs/jZkMEFv4P4E/s72-c/IMG_6165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8955543199206416288</id><published>2011-11-14T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:39:14.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ball'/><title type='text'>Baller</title><content type='html'>I played basketball last week for the first time in a looooooong time. A few thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Even when playing full court, it's a lot smaller than an ultimate field.&lt;br /&gt;2. Footblocks are not legal in basketball. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;3. I miss the physicality of basketball.&lt;br /&gt;4. I think I'm better at defense than offense (which is the opposite of ultimate). But maybe that's just b/c my offense is horrible especially since I haven't shot a ball in.... years?&lt;br /&gt;5. I've lost what little ball handling skills I had. My left hand is literally useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a lot of fun! And I miss basketball, but I guess I miss ultimate too. Haven't thrown since regionals, I'm scared to see what my flicks look like right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8955543199206416288?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8955543199206416288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8955543199206416288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8955543199206416288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8955543199206416288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/11/baller.html' title='Baller'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3076219670617289453</id><published>2011-10-25T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:05:56.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>OURS</title><content type='html'>T-Sweezy for President!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RMq0iVBqZ8g" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something I can't explain about Taylor Swift. I really respect her as an artist and also think that she's a great person. She genuinely seems down-to-earth and modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her concert was so amazing. No words could describe it. Can't wait til her next tour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3076219670617289453?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3076219670617289453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3076219670617289453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3076219670617289453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3076219670617289453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/10/ours.html' title='OURS'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RMq0iVBqZ8g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8810288940189500180</id><published>2011-10-04T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T12:33:27.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Regionals 2011</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;a href="http://scores.usaultimate.org/scores/#womens/tournament/9784"&gt;pumped&lt;/a&gt;. Let's do it. The final countdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307478_10100526537256943_3227595_57522772_223470980_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307478_10100526537256943_3227595_57522772_223470980_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock Out 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. where are all of our team pictures?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8810288940189500180?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8810288940189500180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8810288940189500180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8810288940189500180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8810288940189500180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/10/regionals-2011.html' title='Regionals 2011'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-5711539996138745149</id><published>2011-07-22T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:20:43.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Not a Handler</title><content type='html'>*clap clap clapclapclap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 summer league ultimate games last night. And I happened to be on for the last point for both of the games. One was tied at DGP (12's), the other 13-14 on hard cap. Basically, in both of these points, it was essential for my team to score. While the last point tied at 12's lasted a good 20 minutes (2 time outs and an injury were called) and there were plenty and plenty of turnovers, I threw the last turnover that led the other team to score. In my defense though, my receiver was in the endzone and the disc was in his hands before it bounced out. But at the same time, I'm sure there was another easier (more conservative) throw. Either way, I take responsibility of that. As a handler, I should be looking for the easiest throw, not trying to complete the most difficult ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my game with my actual team. I had been doing okay this game. Somewhat tired because I had track earlier and then that marathon point. Anyways, score was 13-14 bad guys. We needed to score to put us on game point too. We got the D, I had an open look. But then somehow misread a perfect throw. This is why you throw and catch when you are tired.. So that turnover was 110% my fault, bad guys got possession and scored. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this is summer league, and not DGP in the game-to-go to nationals. But I need to prove to myself and my teammates that when that moment comes, I can be trusted with the disc and to make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My better is better than your better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-5711539996138745149?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/5711539996138745149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=5711539996138745149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5711539996138745149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5711539996138745149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-handler.html' title='Not a Handler'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-7970035284807554637</id><published>2011-07-20T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:11:21.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Interwebs Technology That I DON'T Like</title><content type='html'>Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Facebook as a social media because I use that way too much to not like it. But rather, people on Facebook--Facebook makes me dislike people that I would've not disliked if not for Facebook. Do you follow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook makes me dislike people that I might've liked... before I realized how annoying they are. Or how ridiculous and shocking their views are (this mainly applies to super conservative people). I think Facebook starts to show you a different side of people and since, for the most part, people's profiles are public no matter how good friends you are with them, you see their status updates, their links, etc. And sometimes it really turns me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I met someone who's super chill and nice. I haven't really hung out with her alone, but in groups and she seems sane and normal. But she LOVES TO YELL ON FACEBOOK. ALL THE TIME. And seeing that ALL THE TIME annoys me. I'm just like, "Really, YOU ATE DINNER?! OMGZ!" Calm the heck down. I really can't fathom the need to caplocks every thought and action. But maybe I am jumping to conclusions. Perhaps her caplocks key is broken? Or maybe she doesn't know how to turn it &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090906090016AA3T8rU"&gt;off&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is an acquaintance. I wouldn't call us amigos, but I did interact with him quite often for a period of time (2-3 times a week?). Again, he seemed normal, we didn't have deep discussions or anything. But he was always friendly and respectful. No cues of psycho-ness. Once we became friends on Facebook, I started seeing his status updates, shared links, notes, etc. And dude, this guy is off. He's got some messed up views. Like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsrPt-enplw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;; when I saw that he shared that my first thought was pure disbelief, then I thought he was even more stupid for sharing something like that publicly on his Facebook. Not to mention, he posts some racist stuff sometimes (he has defended himself and said that are not racist views because it's not targeting a race specifically, but rather a religion that is "brain-washing" its followers). All of this I would've never known if not for Facebook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a way, maybe I should thank Facebook for opening my eyes to people. Then again, ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps this is the post where you decide that you don't like me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-7970035284807554637?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/7970035284807554637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=7970035284807554637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7970035284807554637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7970035284807554637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/07/interwebs-technology-that-i-dont-like.html' title='Interwebs Technology That I DON&apos;T Like'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-5978039925913200632</id><published>2011-05-13T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:56:41.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>How I Got Wooed By a 7 Year-Old!</title><content type='html'>Sometime after the kids and before &lt;a href="http://sillybandz.com/kardashian-silly-bandz.html"&gt;Kardashians&lt;/a&gt;, ultimate players also caught  onto the rage of sillybandz. After one weekend of ultimate, I went from 0  sillybandz to 4. Being someone around children a lot, I instantly  became a hero in their eyes. I quickly obtained superhero status because  3 of my 4 sillybandz were glow-in-the-dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the new found fame and showed off my sillybandz to a  little girl at church, Abby. She wanted to see them glow, so I took her  somewhere secluded, dark, and private (okay, we went into the  bathrom--only place without windows and I could control the lights).  Abby LOVED them, she kept flicking the lights on and off to see them  glow. In the end, I gave her my (glow in the dark) diamond ring  sillyband because afterall "if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring  on it" right? She told me that she 1804981509813590 sillybandz at home  and she'll bring me one next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the chase began. Abby kept forgetting to bring me my sillyband,  I suspect she was simply playing hard to get. Then one time, this  happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abby, where's my sillyband?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehh... I forgot.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When will I get it?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How will I see you tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. there's no church tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, it's Monday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... I'll call you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, "Oh, you'll call me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok... call me tomorrow then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! I don't have your phone number!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh even louder now, "Ask your mom, she probably has it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She runs off. This kid is too cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby runs back with a pen and paper in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's your number? I'm going to write it down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl's going old school--writing down digits? Wow. I had to give it to her. Broke down the wall around my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you spell 'Teresa?!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she played it cool  and never called me. Typical. Not that I was sitting by my phone and  waiting or anything.. Months go by. I was slowly piecing together my  heart again. The fire was cooling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, she was a flower girl at a wedding. I noticed  that she had a sillyband on, so I asked if I could have the one that she  had on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! This is the one you gave me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnAdFQDFT1o/Tc3f7wX9l1I/AAAAAAAAA9I/fpQaLee787Y/s1600/abby.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnAdFQDFT1o/Tc3f7wX9l1I/AAAAAAAAA9I/fpQaLee787Y/s320/abby.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely  adorable that she would wear the diamond ring sillyband to a wedding. I  wonder if she planned it or maybe her parents choose it for her. The  next day at church, I noticed that she had on two sillybandz. One of  them was the diamond ring, and the other a sombero which she kindly gave  to me. In return I promised to bring her another one next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it continues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: In the picture, you can see half of my face on the very left! Hilarious, just noticed that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-5978039925913200632?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/5978039925913200632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=5978039925913200632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5978039925913200632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5978039925913200632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-i-got-wooed-by-7-year-old.html' title='How I Got Wooed By a 7 Year-Old!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnAdFQDFT1o/Tc3f7wX9l1I/AAAAAAAAA9I/fpQaLee787Y/s72-c/abby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-7238378260492536463</id><published>2011-05-01T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:33:32.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Recruitment</title><content type='html'>At what point are you over-recruiting? I've been involved with recruitment a couple times before but now I'm just wondering if recruiting for club is different from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, it was just really being persistent, selling it easy, and trying to get them hooked. And I think for the most part, it was fairly effective. My second year of recruiting (3rd year returner), we had enough girls for 2 teams. And when I talk about recruitment, it's not just getting the girls to come out but also getting them to stay. Some as much as you want them to leave, they won't. Others you beg and plead, but they just won't commit. But is that the right approach? There have been a couple of girls that I've spent considerable amount of time on trying to get them to stay with the team. Either meeting with them privately, listening to their concerns, telling them what I see, etc., etc. And at one point, I just felt like I was just stroking their ego, like nothing I say would make a difference but they liked hearing about how they are really good and that the team needs them. Now I'm not sure if that's what was really going on, but I feel like if I keep making all this effort and response is always very wishy-washy, not committing, but not saying that you aren't; it just seems like you like the attention and what you're hearing. I don't know if that's just me. I've wanted to quit the team before, and I didn't really talk to anyone about it because it's my choice to make and I didn't want to make a big deal or seem like I want the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I wouldn't say I'm actively recruiting for club but I do know people that are trying out for other teams. I always share my experience but I largely leave the decision up to the individual and just to do "what is right". And I'm not sure my different approach is because I'm not captaining anymore or that I've learned it's not always best to be over-assertive. But I guess with club it's also different, you know that they do want to play it's just where they think they can achieve whatever goals they aim for. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, but I just noticed that I'm a lot less assertive and I really do think it's because of previous experiences and I think recruitment on these two levels are fairly different. But then again, you do need to cater to each individual at the same time. It's interesting and I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-7238378260492536463?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/7238378260492536463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=7238378260492536463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7238378260492536463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7238378260492536463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/05/recruitment.html' title='Recruitment'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2184491446245187356</id><published>2011-04-19T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:08:13.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Quick Update!</title><content type='html'>I got a job! I'm still in SD! And I'm ready to take on the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2184491446245187356?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2184491446245187356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2184491446245187356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2184491446245187356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2184491446245187356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/04/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-6925165501652832876</id><published>2011-03-09T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T01:04:12.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Interwebs Technology That I Like: Part 2</title><content type='html'>Simply Hired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just because they are giving me an interview! But because they had made job-searching a lot easier. I have been using this site for months. I liked it because it's clean and easily customizable. I'm able to browse jobs all over the state on one site. There's no spam (unlike Monster.com) that I've found, and I just prefer it to other job search sites. The usual ones I use are Simply Hired and Craig's List (also an interweb technology that I like but mainly because of used goods). One is more broad in location, opening up my search. And Craig's List is just to see my options around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I have an interview with Simply Hired! Last week I had a (short) phone interview with them, and they invited me out for more formal interviews. 3 hours, 4 people! Think I might drive up there, won't have much time to see people in the bay, but if I get the job, I'll have plenty of time to hang out with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned to more interweb technology. Next up: Twitter. Tweet, tweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-6925165501652832876?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/6925165501652832876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=6925165501652832876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6925165501652832876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6925165501652832876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/03/interwebs-technology-that-i-like-part-2.html' title='Interwebs Technology That I Like: Part 2'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-6199778764519152856</id><published>2011-02-16T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:39:38.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Interwebs Technology That I Like: Part 1</title><content type='html'>YELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyelp. One, because I love food. While Yelp is not just a food/restaurant review site, but the bulk of it is. I now extensively Yelp restaurants before I go. Part of the research. Usually it works out, I see pictures and see what looks good, but there has been times where the food didn't live up to the hype. But either way, I do my research before heading out. And at the very least (because of my new spiffy smart-phone), I look at pictures while at the restaurant to get a better idea of what to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy writing reviews of places I've been to. I don't write reviews for every restaurant, only the ones I think are worth mentioning (either positive or negative). If I don't think I have much input, I'll skip the review. And what's cool is that the business usually has an account too, and might correspond with you! I wrote a nice review for a restaurant once, and the manager messaged me and thanked me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been going Yelp-crazy. I look at the same food pictures over and over again. I check in a every restaurant I go to (when I remember..). I'm a "regular" at 24 Hour Fitness and Half &amp;amp;Half. My goal is to become Yelp Elite. And get invited to uber cool private parties!! Before I achieve such status, I suppose I could just continue to look at yummy pictures. Despite my goal of eliteness, I hope not to become a Yelp whore. But maybe it's already too late.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me on Yelp! http://tfeng.yelp.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-6199778764519152856?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/6199778764519152856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=6199778764519152856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6199778764519152856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6199778764519152856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/02/interwebs-technology-that-i-like-part-1.html' title='Interwebs Technology That I Like: Part 1'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4216551783779959840</id><published>2011-01-18T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:58:30.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Hermione is a Whore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/TTVDqSrP6dI/AAAAAAAAA7U/vXTWfbcVjwQ/s1600/IMG_6165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/TTVDqSrP6dI/AAAAAAAAA7U/vXTWfbcVjwQ/s320/IMG_6165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Death Eaters 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lei Out was awesome. First Lei out ever. Almost won the C bracket. Lost 12-13 on DGP.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I think I end up on top.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Oh, an elephant sillyband.. That's really political of you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"No means no."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"That sounds really familiar.. Where is that from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I hate Harry, bitches!" or "I hate hairy bitches?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I'm going to yak"&amp;nbsp; x2391238120938&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C bracket! C is for serious!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we win the C bracket, we're going to have to get.... henna tattoos!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ducky's timid directions: "You might want to take a right ahead"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quoting Arrested Development and doing the chicken dance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This weekend went down in history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4216551783779959840?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4216551783779959840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4216551783779959840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4216551783779959840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4216551783779959840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/01/hermione-is-whore.html' title='Hermione is a Whore!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/TTVDqSrP6dI/AAAAAAAAA7U/vXTWfbcVjwQ/s72-c/IMG_6165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4814941028920726823</id><published>2011-01-02T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:06:27.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions!</title><content type='html'>I usually don't do this.. because for the past 22 years of my life, each year already had a purpose (I mean that I can remember). Usually with school and extracurriculars or what not. But now that I am out of school and do not have a real job, I need some purpose and direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Obvious one. Find a full time job. And actively pursuing it such as attending career fairs or networking. I would like some sort of marketing, communication job. But honestly, any entry level job would be acceptable. Aside from sales or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get in shape. This is the first time in a long time that I'm not part of a team and not actively working out. Got a 24 hour membership, and hopefully I'll be on top of it. I think I just need to make it a lifestyle and habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Figure out what I want to do with life. Work at a job and gain experience and work my way up? Or pursue graduate school? If so, in what? Psych? Therapy? Something else entirely? Teaching? Much to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stay true to God. Hm.. Probably should've put this one higher up. Well, it's not really listed in priority, more like what I thought of. But still, maybe this is a bad start. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now. I don't want to do specific goals, but more general ones. More like lifestyle goals. And I wanted to put up realistic resolutions that I am definitely capable of achieving. Maybe I should put down "make more friends" as number 5.. Hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4814941028920726823?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4814941028920726823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4814941028920726823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4814941028920726823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4814941028920726823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3877055243446453166</id><published>2010-12-03T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:55:44.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>New Phone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/TPl1CVEFHgI/AAAAAAAAA7M/5Svd1u6uGac/s1600/phone%2521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/TPl1CVEFHgI/AAAAAAAAA7M/5Svd1u6uGac/s320/phone%2521.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, new phone! Slightly overdue. I started with the razor in 2006, but it was the old model so we got it for free. My rzr had little memory, no space for SD card (like the newer models). In 2008, I got a Samsung slide phone that I liked a lot. It wasn't anything nifty, but the screen was vibrant, it had more memory and I liked it. I had the phone for less than a year when I lost it at SeaWorld somehow. It was sad (but I got to go to SeaWorld &lt;a href="http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-home.html"&gt;a 3rd time &lt;/a&gt;cuz of it). I looked at Craig's List for phone, but ended up deciding to just wait it out a year and get a subsidized phone with Tmobile when our contract ended. So I used that razor again for another year. That thing had a battery life of one phone conversation. Only able to store 30 text messages. The hinge was on the verge of breaking right before I got my new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our contract was up, I looked into getting some sweet deals for phones. I knew my mom would never agree for a data plan, so I had to convince my dad. He wanted to get a e-reader or an iPad, but then realized that maybe he should get a phone that could do all that. I told him he should because it would be more convenient, but came at the price of a data plan. In the end he agreed because he also would be getting a GPS out of it (we're like one of the few families left that don't have a GPS system, I've never really needed one because printing out directions is easy enough, and I have a decent sense of direction). Once I had him convinced, it was easier to also convince him that I should get a data plan too. In the end, he gave me a limit on the phone bill and said if I could figure something out in that range, he would do it. And I did it, with 67 cents to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my new phone. The LG Optimus T. I've had fun with it so far. But I also majorly failed. I went to a store to get a screen protector and I epically failed at putting it on. At first there was one little speck/air bubble, when I tried to salvage it, it just kept getting worse. But I kept trying. Finally, I ended up with something like 10 air bubbles/dusts stuck in there before I gave up. And I had a white background before but it made all the dust too noticeable so I changed it to a dark blue one to try to hide it more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray for smartphones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3877055243446453166?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3877055243446453166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3877055243446453166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3877055243446453166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3877055243446453166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-phone.html' title='New Phone!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/TPl1CVEFHgI/AAAAAAAAA7M/5Svd1u6uGac/s72-c/phone%2521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8845849339383856715</id><published>2010-11-27T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:19:30.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>I don't care that you don't care..</title><content type='html'>Just don't waste my time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a position of authority/leadership a few times now. And I think I'm definitely one of those people who think if you don't care, you don't care, don't waste my time. Maybe this is a bit of a rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been helping out with the drama kids at SonLight. And I know it requires extra work since we have rehearsals every Saturday, and I know kids have things they rather do than to rehearse lines with me. It's a little a bit different becomes sometimes the kids aren't necessary the ones that want to be onstage, sometimes it's the parents that want it and the kids got no choice but to comply. But either way, I've sent out countless emails to parents about our schedule. And every week, people always come late. Every week. I only have 2 hours a week (I usually use less than that, too), and the parents can't even drop their kids off on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the time, kids aren't too ecstatic to be there. They like to remind me that they would rather play video games than to be here. I need to remind them numerous times to focus. And that's when I'm like, "If you don't want to be here, don't be here, don't waste my time." I got things to do better than to come and rehearse lines with kids who don't want to be and parents who are late. And while you're there, you're there, might as well make the most of it. I don't know, I'm just a bit annoyed that I still need to call parents to remind them to come. Or that someone has yet to make a single rehearsal with the performance 2 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had similar feelings during captaincy. Lots of time, I felt like people went to practice simply because they had to. But no one is making them, they don't have to go. While they are there, why waste my time and theirs? If you're there anyways, make the most of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8845849339383856715?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8845849339383856715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8845849339383856715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8845849339383856715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8845849339383856715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-care-that-you-dont-care.html' title='I don&apos;t care that you don&apos;t care..'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4036867005704167713</id><published>2010-10-29T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:05:08.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>A Mule</title><content type='html'>One of my big flaws is that I am stubborn. I would like to believe I am still reasonable, but I know sometimes that is not the case. And sometimes, I am willing to agree to disagree even though I know I'm right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brings me to this is that my being stubborn is not my fault. As I am settling down with my family once more (yay for college grad!), I begin to see that my whole family is very much stubborn and sometimes very much reasonable. In particular.... my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example is my grandpa. He didn't go to college (escaping from communists can really put a hitch in your education) and while he is a very smart man, he's not extremely well educated. (My mom bases a lot of importance and character on a college education probably influenced by my grandfather's intelligence and lack of education). Anyways, sometimes he'll say things that make no sense whatsoever and when I try to correct him, he doesn't buy it. An example was when him and my grandmother somehow got onto the top of gravity and things dropping, and they claimed that the heavier things fell faster than lighter ones when dropped. Now anyone who's been through some science class probably know this is not true. But when I try to talk sense into them, no one believes me. They scold me, "Kids don't know. Adults tell you things to help and teach you." Maybe my grandpa's favorite line of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying is that while I think I am reasonable (and I can think of examples) but I'm probably not most of the time. Aside from sometimes where being stubborn can be extremely annoying for the other party, I don't completely see it as a bad thing. While I can't say this about all stubborn people, but when I'm stubborn about an issue I usually think about it, research it and form my opinion about it. And then hold it strongly. I don't just randomly form an opinion and stubbornly stand by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elections are tomorrow, and some issues/candidates I've made my mind up about months ago, some just recently, and some I still haven't. Either way, good luck changing this mule's votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock the vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO on Prop23.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4036867005704167713?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4036867005704167713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4036867005704167713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4036867005704167713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4036867005704167713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/10/mule.html' title='A Mule'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2516632381586729667</id><published>2010-10-11T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:18:09.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Next Time..</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was Southwest Regionals. KnockOut went in seeded 4th with only two bids to Nationals. Saturday looked great, we went undefeated beating Safari (number 1 seed) after losing to them 15-3 at sectionals. While I didn't enjoy some of their spirit and cheers (especially considering there was peewee soccer only 20 feet away), it was an epic game with great play from both teams. Our last game on Saturday was against Mucho Gusto, I had a lot of fun playing against them. The lines opened up quite a bit and I got a lot more playing time. I played well and had a few good assists. Anyways, we were all pumped after going undefeated on Saturday and had our eyes on the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team decided to head to Olive Garden and take advantage of their Never Ending Pasta deal. My personal record was 3 bowls with the 4th one to-go. Obviously, being at regionals and having to play the next day, it was not the time to break the record. But I aimed to at least destroy 2.5 bowls. We sat at the bar and the service was iffy at best. The key to eating the most is to eat quickly so your stomach doesn't have time to realize you're full until it's too late. If you've ever ate with me, you know I use this tactic and inhale my food. But since the service was not the best, I had two bowls but by the time the waiter came around again, my food had settled and there was no way I could finish a third. After dinner, since we were only a few minutes north of Camarillo, our car decided to hit the outlets. It was a good Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an ice bath Saturday night (forgot how painful those were), and I was too excited to sleep with my mind on the prize. We were to play Molly Brown twice on Sunday. One game to finish up pool play, and the second as finals (since we both had went 4-0, we were both guaranteed to make finals). We lost both games while Safari won the 3rd/4th game. Now it was time for back door bid, it was the match up that we knew we would face from the start. We were 1-1 against Safari, our most recent win being from the day before. It was game time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took half 8-6. Things were looking good. I was getting ahead of myself. I've never been this close to nationals before. My previous game-to-go was Regionals 2007 against UBC. At that point, the Pleiades were down to 11 players after defeating UW in a hard fought game. I was a rookie then, I didn't understand the importance nor the significance of it. Three years later, I understood. I think it is fair to say that Safari didn't beat us in the second half, we did. Unforced turns, little mistakes add up. Not that it would've changed the game, but I do think the observers made a few bad calls (though I'm sure Safari would've thought the same on a few calls in favor of us). In the end, Safari won 15-9 and our season was over. I do hope to make it to the big show someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. it sucks when you hear about people who wouldn't listen to you but now realize you are right and are making the change. I mean, good for them but I can't help but be a little bitter and resent it. Though even if they did listen to me, don't know if it would've made a difference. But still, I know what I was talking about and it sucks that you had to make those mistakes in my last year. Hopefully, it'll make a difference and in the future no one will feel the way I do now. At least some people learn from their mistakes. If only you didn't waste them on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2516632381586729667?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2516632381586729667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2516632381586729667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2516632381586729667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2516632381586729667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/10/next-time.html' title='Next Time..'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8174447433915039378</id><published>2010-09-15T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:27:51.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>I'm a flake</title><content type='html'>Since graduating high school (and I guess I'll see the trend soon since I just graduated college), my circle of friends have diminished. And I honestly do think a big part of it has to do with me. Obviously, I know people that are bigger flakes than me, but that doesn't make me any less of a flake. Other than a solid core of friends that I feel really comfortable with, sometimes I don't really want to call people to hang out. And I'll half ass it, like instead of returning their calls, I'll shoot them a text. While a few of them instances were with people that I thought our college experiences changed us and I felt somewhat uncomfortable hanging out with them. Others, no good reason other than I guess I didn't care as much as I thought I did. And it's sad to think about it. Because as this chapter closed, I still care and I want to know how they are and what they are up to now. If I thought it was hard to call them a year ago for whatever reason, it's not any easier to call them now. That being said, I do like my "scrappy" friends (as Phoebe described Monica when Phoebe tried to cut her out of her life). However, I'm not purposely trying to cut people out of my life. I already have a hard enough time returning calls and for people that I'm close to, but not super close to, I just have a hard time. And I apologize for that. It's not anything against anyone, merely a flaw of mine. So if you sense this is happening, be scrappy! I appreciate those who are bolder than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to call one or two people that I'm thinking about in the post and see what they are up. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8174447433915039378?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8174447433915039378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8174447433915039378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8174447433915039378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8174447433915039378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-flake.html' title='I&apos;m a flake'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-6686908534674288877</id><published>2010-08-27T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:57:19.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts..</title><content type='html'>Haven't actually sat down with my thoughts in awhile. Which is funny (not ironic) considering how much time I have on my hands. Just started an internship with &lt;a href="http://www.greenchambersd.com/"&gt;The Green Chamber of San Diego&lt;/a&gt;, it's pretty neat and it's right up in my alley. Haven't really done much yet, but it's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved out from Davis, all my things are in boxes in the living room and garage. I always say I'll unpack tomorrow, and then go down and see everything and proceed to delay it. I figure I'll slowly go down and grab what I need and unpack like that. Or I can just try to move out as fast as I can, so I don't need to unpack. Someone find me a job? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sick and I'm pretty sure in the past few days I've drank my weight in honey and lemon water. It's not too bad except I'm congested and always get cough attacks right before I try to sleep. But literally, I bought a bottle of honey (16 ounces, the bottle is surprisingly small!) yesterday and I've already gone through half of it. I was trying to figure out how much sugar I've consumed solely from honey. Diabetes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have practice tomorrow, but not sure how much I'll actually be able to play especially if I can't breathe through my nose. It's refreshing playing on a different team because I fulfill a totally different role. It's a welcome change. A little bummed out that I'm sick because I really want to practice. Labor Day is next week, and I'm ready to play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-6686908534674288877?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/6686908534674288877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=6686908534674288877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6686908534674288877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6686908534674288877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts..'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3434075767841521647</id><published>2010-08-13T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:02:47.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week in Davis = SUCCESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3434075767841521647?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3434075767841521647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3434075767841521647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3434075767841521647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3434075767841521647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-week-in-davis-success.html' title=''/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-1441504812588172780</id><published>2010-07-20T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:45:51.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Future Status: Pending</title><content type='html'>What's scary is that I still don't know what I want to do. People ask me where I'm applying. And I'm honestly just applying to whatever right now. Including some research/lab positions, administrative positions, non profit organizations, and any entry level social science position at some firm that I'm somewhat qualified for. And I feel like I could easily fall into a career that I didn't choose but fell into because it was the first place that hired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job seeking can be tiring. But I recently got my credit card bill ($900+), and that gave me a spurt of energy that I didn't know I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-1441504812588172780?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/1441504812588172780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=1441504812588172780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1441504812588172780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1441504812588172780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-future-status-pending.html' title='My Future Status: Pending'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3265739440584789411</id><published>2010-06-22T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:10:11.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>And So It Begins..</title><content type='html'>Looking for jobs.. Job-hunting is hard, or maybe I'm not doing it right. Or perhaps both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I may "grown up," but I have very recently been diagnosed with Bieber Fever. However, don't expect me going to his concert any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more friends in SD. I need a supporting crowd for some debauchery. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in Davis next week until August when I move home for good (or until I find a job...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks my ultimate career is not over. And the Mixed vs. Women question is answered. Women's. Though Metro was a really awesome team and had fun with them, but I decided not to try out further with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I might have been over 45 minutes late to Knock Out's try-out/practice. It was odd since for the past 2 years, I was captain and therefore could not be late and pretty much was never late (I think..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing is a pain. But even more so is unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have no obligations or responsibilites, I live life rather spontaneously. Maybe spontaneously isn't the right word.. I'm just super desparate to not be doing nothing, that I'll do anything eagerly and without much thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Chipotle for the second time. First time was when I was a freshman in college. I might have had a little too much fun after the first time which resulted in my burrito being in the trash/floor/toilet (actually, I don't think I made it to the toilet the first time I was.. intoxicated). So never had a good impression of Chipotle. And also, I grew up eating Mexican food from SD. Legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my last week of college was... amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3265739440584789411?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3265739440584789411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3265739440584789411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3265739440584789411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3265739440584789411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And So It Begins..'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-5943355497222182237</id><published>2010-06-02T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:49:22.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>LASTS</title><content type='html'>I'm doing my last HOMEWORK ever for my LAST class EVER. omg. what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the real world! (I'll probably regret saying that quite shortly..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-5943355497222182237?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/5943355497222182237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=5943355497222182237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5943355497222182237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5943355497222182237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/06/lasts.html' title='LASTS'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-1395225968035275058</id><published>2010-05-22T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T01:00:40.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Off Season?</title><content type='html'>Regionals was earlier this month. Finished 8th. Had some good moments, had some bad. 4 years of ultimate.. came to an end. Some expectations were met, some weren't. But all in all, I'm done with college ultimate. Team voted on new captains, and I think they'll be awesome as they are already taking over most of the responsibility. But I ran into a rookie at the library last night, and we give them a hard time saying that they're not a crustie (a Pleiade vet) yet, and won't be until fall. Anyways, I ran into a rookie, and she asked, "Why weren't you at pick-up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;captain?&lt;/span&gt;" and I smugly replied, "I'm not captain anymore." And she goes, "Hey! If I'm still a rookie, then you're still captain!" LOL. She got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I'm done with college ultimate, what's next? Honestly, I don't know. Club's on my mind, but I have to make sure my body can take it. And then.. women's or coed? At this point of my "career," after 4 years, and 3 years of rebuilding, I feel like I need something to show off for the past years--some sort of accomplishment. And though placing/making it far (aka nationals) isn't all that matter, but it has always been a goal of mine. But ultimately, I want to join a team that I can actively learn from and that benefit from me. I know I have a lot to learn, 4 years in college means nothing in club, and I've never actually played club. And if club doesn't work out this year.. then that's okay too. I've had a good 4 years, and maybe it's time to take a break. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-1395225968035275058?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/1395225968035275058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=1395225968035275058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1395225968035275058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1395225968035275058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/05/off-season.html' title='Off Season?'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-5263906093077258737</id><published>2010-04-23T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:31:17.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Cross Faded Music?</title><content type='html'>You know how when you do two different drugs, the high is greater than the two highs separately? So that's why it's dangerous to mix drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same about music. I like songs individually, but sometimes when they are mashed together--OMG it's EPIC!!11! Maybe that's why mash-ups are so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today as I was driving to my work meeting, I heard Lady Gaga (who I love greatly) Just Dance and wait for it... JOURNEY's don't stop believing. The two together.. blew my mind. Mind. Blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic. Awesomeness. I want more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-5263906093077258737?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/5263906093077258737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=5263906093077258737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5263906093077258737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5263906093077258737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/04/cross-faded-music.html' title='Cross Faded Music?'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-5348098884620166699</id><published>2010-04-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:38:49.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>knees</title><content type='html'>i have the knees of an 80 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 days of walking all throughout Vegas strip does nothing on my knees, and one practice during spring break kills them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-5348098884620166699?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/5348098884620166699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=5348098884620166699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5348098884620166699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5348098884620166699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/04/knees.html' title='knees'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2013130074142216882</id><published>2010-03-08T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:19:15.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>different year. same song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2013130074142216882?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2013130074142216882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2013130074142216882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2013130074142216882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2013130074142216882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2225042668170882083</id><published>2010-02-25T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T02:43:28.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Pain in the Butt</title><content type='html'>Pulled my butt at practice earlier this week. It's surprising how much you use your butt. I've been icing but since I can't find my ice-pack, I'm using my bag of frozen vegetables. My roommates find that gross. I find them gross. So practice was fun to sit out and watch. It always sucks to learn new things but not able to practice them immediately. It's okay, I worked on my high release backhands on the sidelines. Too bad it'll only work on marks shorter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prez Day ended great for us. I was very proud of my girls. We broke seed and came home with &lt;a href="http://scores.upa.org/scores/#college-womens/team/1402"&gt;4 wins&lt;/a&gt;. Last year we came home with 1 win, and then lost to that same team later in the weekend. We finally broke our curse of losing to UCSC on tight games by beating them twice at Prez Day. Gave a good game to UCSD (W), Texas (L), and Wash U (L on DGP). Texas game basically was just runs by both teams, and they ended up getting longer and more runs. I almost had a baller sky D. Open side D, saw the huck went up, beat my player to it, jumped up crazy high, brushed the disc--not enough, and she was behind it and caught it and scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played against Wisconsin. Didn't see too much of Georgia, but I supposed they didn't really need to utilize her that much against us. But seeing her in person, on the same field as me (and she talked to me in the bathroom!) did a little for me and the fan girl inside of me. It's comparable to a 12 year old meeting &lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2009/08/miley-pole/miley-cyrus-pole-dancing-teen-choice-awards-06.jpg"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, and Muffin was also there. That was like seeing Nick Jonas. A few epic moments: 1) Colleen skied Georgia for a D. 2) I psuedo-skied someone for a D, the disc misthrown and drifted towards my player, but I had better positioning so I got to it first. Anyways, it was right by our goal line, Beth was extremely open and called out to me. I rushed the throw, and didn't put as much outside-in as I liked and she couldn't quite get to it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my first ice bath. Surprisingly painful. People were making fun of me because I couldn't stick my legs completely in and was only icing the back of my legs. And then when I tried to get out--well, that didn't work out too well. Second night, Rad kept me company while I ice bathed alone. Again, painful as heck getting in. Rad tried to bring light to the situation saying it's not as bad as the Titanic where their whole body was in freezing water. I told her that I understood why Jack died now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanford open this week. We're seeded as &lt;a href="http://scores.upa.org/scores/#college-womens/tournament/6653"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;--what's up. Here's to a &lt;a href="http://scores.upa.org/scores/#college-open/tournament/6684"&gt;double&lt;/a&gt; Davis victory. Davis sweep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2225042668170882083?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2225042668170882083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2225042668170882083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2225042668170882083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2225042668170882083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/02/pain-in-butt.html' title='Pain in the Butt'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3431670298716559677</id><published>2010-02-12T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T03:41:50.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Excitement!</title><content type='html'>Two sources of excitement. 1) Prez Day in SD! 2) Vegas trip with the roomies during spring break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3431670298716559677?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3431670298716559677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3431670298716559677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3431670298716559677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3431670298716559677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/02/excitement.html' title='Excitement!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-1644491025293220053</id><published>2010-01-15T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:25:31.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate!</title><content type='html'>So Rad and I ran our first tournament. Spent way too much time together, we were very organized and prepared for it. Took a bit more work than we expected. It's okay, now we know for next time (if we were to do it again). But overall, success! People said it was a great tournament because of the high level of competitiveness AND we had lots of women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Barbara Invite is next week. I'm excited. This is the first test for our team. I really enjoyed yesterday's practice, we were pushed more than we've been recently. First we ran the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multi-stage_fitness_test"&gt;beep test&lt;/a&gt; and that's obviously a great way to start practice! But I was very proud of all our girls, every girl improved their fitness from the first time we ran it. Then A team did sprints for chattering during warm-ups the whole time. Doug had us do a 3 man marking drill, and a few of us weren't sprinting to put on the mark, so he stopped the drill and had us sprint instead. After practice, our conditioning consisted of jumps and, you guessed it, more sprints. So my legs are somewhat tight. Good luck to those going to Lei-Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping this year will be my first sunny Santa Barbara Invite! It's been gross for the past 3 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we had the girls line the fields for the hat tournament, they weren't sure how we wanted the fields oriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We emailed the following diagram to a phone with a following message of: Rad drew it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/S1D5IA93I_I/AAAAAAAAA64/NC06em6uVyo/s1600-h/fieldmap.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/S1D5IA93I_I/AAAAAAAAA64/NC06em6uVyo/s320/fieldmap.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427111467075183602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-1644491025293220053?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/1644491025293220053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=1644491025293220053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1644491025293220053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1644491025293220053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2010/01/ultimate.html' title='Ultimate!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/S1D5IA93I_I/AAAAAAAAA64/NC06em6uVyo/s72-c/fieldmap.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-6446561558400529862</id><published>2009-12-31T00:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:29:29.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Am I at THAT age already?</title><content type='html'>... where people you know/friends are getting married. So far 3 high school friends, or rather acquaintances, are engaged. And these are well educated individuals--all of whom are attending better universities than I am. Perhaps book smart is not everything then. Hahaha. And my mom also told me that I could pick between her friend's sons to marry. I told her I'd pass. Wow. I guess we are maturing quickly. Today I was at a happy hour, ordered a drink. The waitress merely asked if I was 21, and took my word for it. Whaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a mai tai, it was pretty strong. I think I got a little tispy.. Maybe not. It's weird though, considering the other night when I went to a club (first clubbing experience! kinda overrated. :P) and got 2 drinks and was totally fine. But first Wednesday back to Davis, $5 wiki's, yeah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note, I love glee! I'm re-listening to all their songs. It's pretty amazing. I'm jealous. Now if they'd only cover Taylor Swift songs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-6446561558400529862?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/6446561558400529862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=6446561558400529862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6446561558400529862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6446561558400529862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-at-that-age-already.html' title='Am I at THAT age already?'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-33167368780801842</id><published>2009-11-03T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:51:26.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Fire it up!</title><content type='html'>Hi girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This email will probably be long because then I'm not studying! Duh! Anyways, as you know we've brought up the A/B teams at practice last week. And we're going to be splitting the team in a few weeks, so right now is when you need to decide what ultimate means to you. One thing we would like to mention is that the team that you were on previously has no impact this year, everyone is starting with a fresh slate -- a new opportunity to step up, show your improvement and dedication, and prove yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rad and I have high goals for both teams this year. Specifically for the A team, we would like to make it Nationals. But that involves the whole team, and it includes practicing/working out/throwing/preparing outside of practice. I have asked a few of you periodically if you are throwing or lifting outside of practices, and honestly, I have been disappointed with the responses. There are a million excuses not to do something, but there's only one way to get it done. Look on the doodle chart, there are people who are free that can throw with you. The ARC is open from 6AM to 1AM on weekdays. Find a buddy! When Rad and I lift, we've never gone to the ARC before 8PM (on a weekday), nights are when it works for us, so that's when we go. Find a time, not an excuse. Your actions need to match your goals. You need to dedicate yourself, there's no time but now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide if this is what you want and if it is, it's not too late to start! We need to all put our minds to it, motivate each other, and know that your teammates are working as hard as you are. You are not alone, this is a team effort. We are the Pleiades, and it's never enough! We're going to be looking for this passion and dedication to the team and the sport in the next few weeks when making roster decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, we're not trying to make ultimate a chore. But you need to prepare for the speed bumps -- the extra workouts and occasional lack of time to hang out with friends. But hopefully when we're playing in the game to-go-to-nationals and fighting for our spot, you'll realize that it was all worth it and you would do it all over again. So, what can you do to help the Pleiades make it to nationals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleiades LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;T&amp;amp;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleiades. nationals 2010. believe it. live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-33167368780801842?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/33167368780801842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=33167368780801842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/33167368780801842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/33167368780801842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/11/fire-it-up.html' title='Fire it up!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3240275251821163433</id><published>2009-09-15T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:06:21.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>#1 Douche</title><content type='html'>TIED. Kanye West &amp;amp; Jon Gosselin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3240275251821163433?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3240275251821163433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3240275251821163433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3240275251821163433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3240275251821163433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-douche.html' title='#1 Douche'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-903298913783679895</id><published>2009-09-13T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:16:02.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>2009-2010</title><content type='html'>Heading back up for the 2009-2010. AKA Senior year! So far not as exciting as high school senior year. Primarily because I have no solid plans for what's to come after I walk. But let's keep the mood light for now, and cross that bridge when I am indeed homeless and jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, senior should be fun though. It seems like just yesterday when I was a freshman moving in. And senior year also marks my last year of (college) ultimate (probably not going to grad school straight out of college, if I choose to go to grad school). I have high hopes and expectations for this year. Things are changing. It'll be different. Watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also other goals in life that I wish to accomplish within the next year. I won't specify other than someone made me feel slightly ashamed (in a caring way, really! They were merely asking), so I will do better. Sometimes it's hard to keep focus in face of all these distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the 2009-2010 school year! May many things be accomplished and successful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-903298913783679895?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/903298913783679895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=903298913783679895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/903298913783679895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/903298913783679895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/09/2009-2010.html' title='2009-2010'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3944568654766883149</id><published>2009-08-13T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:28:37.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>At Home</title><content type='html'>I'm boooored at home. When I first got back, my roomie, Amy, came down with me. So we did tourist-y things. Example: Seaworld. 2 times. Beach. 2 times (different ones mind you). DAVE AND BUSTER'S! So much fun. I had to get a dad to get me in though because of their stupid 21 year old rule. However, I lost my phone in SeaWorld the second time. And either no one has found it, or someone has and decided to steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Bruce and I dropped off Amy at the airport the day after I lost my phone at SeaWorld. Since SeaWorld is on the way back from the airport to my house, we decided to see if anyone found it yet. That lost and found sheet is a golden ticket. I got free parking by showing them the sheet, I got both of us into the park for free. Well, I was let in to check the lost and found offices. But once I did, I figured we were in the park anyways, we might as well go through it again. So I've been to SeaWorld 3 times now. And I'm actually thinking about going again to make myself feel better about losing my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3944568654766883149?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3944568654766883149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3944568654766883149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3944568654766883149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3944568654766883149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-home.html' title='At Home'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-6445114119820823515</id><published>2009-07-30T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:51:58.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Idiots x2</title><content type='html'>Same girl mentioned in my last post asked me AGAIN how to read military time. Seriously??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-6445114119820823515?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/6445114119820823515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=6445114119820823515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6445114119820823515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6445114119820823515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/07/idiots-x2.html' title='Idiots x2'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-1952793710003478793</id><published>2009-07-23T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:39:02.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Some People Are... Idiots</title><content type='html'>While at work today, a client asked for my help. I went over to her computer station, and she pointed at the screen saying how she didn't know how to read the time. She was on her MyUCDavis homepage which displays the classes and the time of the classes. And the time of the classes were not written in regular 12 hour time, but in military time. So she points at "1410" and says, "I can't read this, what does that mean?" Even after explaining to her it's out of 24 hours as opposed to 12 hours, she still had me decode all her class times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, she asked for my help again. She didn't know how to download files or attachments. So I went over again, and she showed me where she got stuck. After clicking on the file, a download window pops up, her two options are "Save" and "Cancel" and that's where she became confused. Are you SERIOUS?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to the gym and working out regularly. Hooray! But for the past two days, every muscle aches. My calves, thighs, triceps, biceps, pecs. Took a little break because going into a tournament sore is probably not the way to go. I'm a little nervous for this tournament since it'll be my first club tournament. Well, not if you include Pleasure Town Throw Down last year. We'll see how this goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-1952793710003478793?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/1952793710003478793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=1952793710003478793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1952793710003478793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1952793710003478793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-people-are-idiots.html' title='Some People Are... Idiots'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-5993675873337535156</id><published>2009-07-19T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:55:12.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>BAG</title><content type='html'>I went to BAG practice today. Kinda spontaneous. Sai invited me to go with them a few days ago, and I agreed if there was space for me in the car--which there was, so I went. It was actually a lot more fun than I expected.. I think I did fairly well. Not sure if I want to play though. Mainly just because of the commitment, I kinda like not having an obligation to play ultimate. It's my only freedom from ultimate. But I was invited to play with them next week, and if I so desire, the Series. We'll see. And plus my knee is still a bit tweaked, I really should get it checked out. And I should use this time to heal for the college season. But anyways, it was fun.. and I might end up playing ultimate this summer. We'll see where this goes and how next weekend goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I love summer school! Well, it's just that I'm only taking two classes, so I can focus on my classes. Plus no ultimate or work, so I can actually take the time to do my work and study. There's no distractions or excuses. Only Davis is effing hot in the summer. Today before we left for BAG practice in SF, it was getting hot in Davis, and I assumed it would be the same there. So I brought my Patagonia short sleeves and that's it. We get there, it's all overcast and windy. I was freezing. Haha. Clearly not running hard enough. It's interesting how much the weather can change without being too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-5993675873337535156?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/5993675873337535156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=5993675873337535156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5993675873337535156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5993675873337535156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/07/bag.html' title='BAG'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-585516315900260057</id><published>2009-05-18T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:41:57.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Vermonster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/ShIwDoYlpvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/yEC51ZA-Sn4/s1600-h/IMG_0590.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/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/ShIwDoYlpvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/yEC51ZA-Sn4/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337381347325748978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vermonster--20 scoops of ice cream, 4 lades of hot fudge, whip cream, sprinkles, nuts, m&amp;amp;ms, gummie bears, brownie, and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/ShIwNY3hmHI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/mPi4NRpAcfU/s1600-h/IMG_1279.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/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/ShIwNY3hmHI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/mPi4NRpAcfU/s320/IMG_1279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337381514959231090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating team--4 ultimate girls with a HUGE appetite: Colleen, Mel, Kendall, and Teresa (L-R).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/ShIwqPCOBuI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6CnTbsx7wy0/s1600-h/IMG_1295.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/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/ShIwqPCOBuI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6CnTbsx7wy0/s320/IMG_1295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337382010535937762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/ShIwzM03lmI/AAAAAAAAA6o/c7gn89Jw21o/s1600-h/IMG_1297.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/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/ShIwzM03lmI/AAAAAAAAA6o/c7gn89Jw21o/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337382164561892962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfk1-suOfx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfk1-suOfx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-585516315900260057?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/585516315900260057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=585516315900260057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/585516315900260057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/585516315900260057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/05/vermonster.html' title='Vermonster'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/ShIwDoYlpvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/yEC51ZA-Sn4/s72-c/IMG_0590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2761971011479453748</id><published>2009-04-12T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:33:58.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Sectionals!</title><content type='html'>Sectionals in less than a week. First off, if it all goes according to plan, my secret buddy gift will be BALLA! No joke. I'm excited to make it, but dreading it all at the same time. Heh. Second, the non-important stuff, ultimate itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanford-Will probably roll through sectionals without a second thought. From what I've seen this year, I feel like they have a huge cast and not one player dominates their team which is what makes them so powerful. Plus they have a pretty big team, and they run hard each point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkeley-I feel like on paper it looks like their team should dominate (um.. Cree, anyone??), but from Score Reporter they seem to be losing a few big games, especially when matched up against Stanford.. But it's sectionals time, and they should have the intensity and potential to take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Cruz-The game against them at DUI (10-9 SC) was heartbreaking for me. But we gave them a damn good game, and during certain moments I believe it was my best playing. I think I had at least 3 assists. They are a solid team, with experience and a few years behind the disc. Alina was a huge pick-up for them. If we meet again: REDEMPTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonoma-Great team for such a young program and small team. Brinn is hard to contain, she is everywhere. Hucking, scoring, D'ing. I heard last year at sectionals she played every single point. Baller status right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis-We're still a pretty young team. Definitely not in the same league as Stanford or Cal, but someday, maybe. We've had some pretty good games. Sectionals will probably have a tighter rotation (speaking of which I shouldn't have ate half a bag of Lay's Cheddar and Sour Cream chips in one sitting, but they're so addicting!!), and hopefully that can produce better results. We should be able to place 3rd in our section. I am pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we've trained all year for. This is why we run Bethany's hell track work outs. This is why I'll be practicing at 6am tomorrow morning. This is why I give up all my time and devote it to ultimate. This is why I play. Sectionals 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2761971011479453748?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2761971011479453748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2761971011479453748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2761971011479453748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2761971011479453748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/04/sectionals.html' title='Sectionals!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2957709517603745065</id><published>2009-03-17T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:50:04.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>we just touched awkwardly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2RzKNCahRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2RzKNCahRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2957709517603745065?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2957709517603745065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2957709517603745065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2957709517603745065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2957709517603745065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-just-touched-awkwardly.html' title='we just touched awkwardly'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2689097087121169483</id><published>2009-03-09T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:15:56.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Breaking the Mark</title><content type='html'>Cuz I have a paper due tomorrow. And I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.the-huddle.org/issues/14/"&gt;The Huddle.&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to write about breaking the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally love breaking force flick marks. Either with a low release backhand, or if the mark shifts over too much, an easy IO. For me, since backhands really require that arm/body motion, it's easy to make a realistic fake. Especially when you want to throw to the break side, shift the mark over enough/make them fall over, and IO flick. My personal break is being forced flick, step out and fake that flick throw, and immediately step back and low, nice easy backhand low release break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://www.frisbeespew.com/2008/08/11/great-throwers-dont-pivot/"&gt;somewhere&lt;/a&gt; that great throwers don't pivot. And I guess I agree with that (not saying that I'm great thrower but that fakes are often overused and abused). I rarely fake/pivot for the sake of faking. I fake when I know what I'm going to throw, and I use that fake to make space for the throw I plan on throwing, and if my mark doesn't react to that fake then I just throw it. But it's not always like that, there are instances where I fake constantly, usually when I have a huge mark on me and I need to fake for space and see what openings they give me. But in general, I don't fake much. And the best fakes are viable throws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of not faking much, I'm not sure how big of a fan I am of thrower-marker drills. Because it is (in my opinion) completely unrealistic. I will never start faking from stall 0 until I throw. I don't think anyone does/should. In faking that much, you might be looking off open throws because you faked to the other side and cannot pivot back fast enough for those throws. But the drill is useful in that it really makes the mark react quickly to the fakes and quick releases. And making the throwers fake and throw quickly, and taking opportunity in anything the mark gives you. I find the offensive side of the drill is not directly applicable to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will break marks and hearts all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2689097087121169483?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2689097087121169483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2689097087121169483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2689097087121169483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2689097087121169483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/03/breaking-mark.html' title='Breaking the Mark'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-5044054393306157861</id><published>2009-03-04T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:53:45.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Stanford Qualifiers</title><content type='html'>3 things note-worthy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In our game against Claremont, we had worked our the disc slowly downfield in ho-stack. So we were still in ho-stack formation when we were pretty close to the endzone. I was trapped on the flick side around 10 yards from the endzone. It was pretty cluttered in the open side, and they had defenders poaching into the open side. I was running out of options, it was stall 7. I looked over to the break side, and Corrina was poached all the way on the other sideline in the endzone. I faked a flick, and threw a hammer. Corrina took like a few steps and the hammer fell gently into her hands. Wee. Hammer for the score. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I laid out successfully for the second time (first time was like.. 4 days before the 2nd successful layout). We were going upwind. Danica had misread the pull, and it went all the way into our endzone. Bad throw + upwind = no good. I jumped for the disc, realized I wasn't going to get it, turned around quickly and saw the disc slowly falling towards the ground. And we were right by our own endzone, and it was the first pass off of the pull.. So my body just did what it had to do, laid out for it, and got it.. however..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shortly after that lay out, it was a turn. But Santa Cruz turned it as well. Our disc again on the goalline. SC threw a trap zone, it was getting cluttered. And I think Danica threw a high release backhand (probably no look. haha), I jumped to get it, as a defender was running towards me and jumped to get it. She knocked me down while I was in the air, and I fell straight back and hit my head SUPER hard. Concussion number 2. Took me a bit to get up, and when I did my whole vision blurred and I had no balance. One person had tried to help me up, but when I wobbled and almost fell over again, someone else came and helped me as well. Don't exactly remember what happened after that, Minky was filling me in on it. Haha. But I was out after that. I think I played a few more points but I was feeling dizzy and light-headed each time I ran. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-5044054393306157861?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/5044054393306157861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=5044054393306157861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5044054393306157861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5044054393306157861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/03/stanford-qualifiers.html' title='Stanford Qualifiers'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8591771401019479762</id><published>2009-02-17T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:46:03.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Prez Day Recap</title><content type='html'>So after the long drive (though lots of teams traveled from MUCH further), we got rested, played around with my parents' new dog, Toastie. He especially liked Doug, male-bonding I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather looked good the next morning, it was pretty sunny. Had our first match against Texas (don't think I've ever played them before). We came out SUPER strong. I think the score was 3-1 us at one point. However, they quickly regrouped and matched it. We weren't prepared for that, and they shut us out and took half. We pretty much forgot how to play ultimate. We got beat on the open side again and again and again. They would just put it down the sideline again and again into the endzone. When I was on the line, I suggested forcing middle to stop their offense from just going down the sideline. But we decided to keep the force one way, and really use the opportunity to work on our open side D (we still need to work on it). And I think they started throwing zone on us, and it was shutting us down quite a bit. And it was simple things that we couldn't do, like throwing and catching. We had a ridiculous amounts of drops. So it seemed like the offense was working, we just needed to learn how to catch. Final score was 4-13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we moved onto Muir fields. They were nice, plush fields as I described them. Matched up against Claremont, we played against them at Santa Barbara Invite. In that game, we came out strong, but lost it later in the game. I think we're a pretty good match-up against this team, so we were ready to bring it out strong again. I think we started off okay, but Claremont took the lead after a bit. They have a huge cup. #10 has a huge mark on the cup, and when they trap the thrower on the sideline, the cup shifts the mark over to the back to stop the dump throw. And #40 is a big receiver (I think I heard she usually handles?), but she is good at reading the disc and plays a great deep deep when those throws do get out of the cup. I got hand blocked and foot blocked within the span of a few minutes by #10. First was a huck, but I guess that was pretty telegraphed. And I got the disc again after a turn, decided to break her mark (and the cup) with my low release backhand, but she put her foot in the way. I had a few flick hucks down the sideline when trapped, but not all of them were completed. But when they were, we totally had the cup beat. This was a very tiring game--long points. We hit soft-cap, and Claremont was still in the lead. But we gave it our all, and came out on top on double game point (7-6). Definetly a great game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were up against UCSB. Strong team this year. They have a super quick offense, and they are super fast. They get a D, and they just roll and scored. Not much to say, but they are ready to win that Nationals title this year. They are good. Final score was 3-11. One score that I remember was I hit Kelley on the dump, sprinted past my mark and went up the line. Got the disc, and was waiting for someone to cut deep for me. Corrina saw me cut up the line with the disc and changed her cut to the back cone, and I just put it. Right along the sideline, and she just ran it down, and scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last game, against Berkeley. Also a pretty strong team this year. It seemed like their plan for their offense was to break the mark and have a open throw deep. So we really worked on our marks, and they still had break mark throws, but they were a lot less and much harder throws. After they had a considerable lead on us, they started resting some of their players like Cree and Anchi. That made the game a bit easier for us, and we were able to score a few. Final score 8-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day of great games, headed home, my parents ordered Chinese. And we met up with some of the Dogs and went to grab froyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was not quite as nice. Gloom was coming out. Had our first game against Colorado. And then against USC. Another point I remember against USC was being forced middle on the sideline, and I had a pretty big mark, so I had a hard time getting it past her. And it happened like twice. So on the third time, I realized that I was going to have a hard time throwing past this mark, so I sprinted to the disc and put up a huge backhand rip before the mark was completely on. It drifted perfectly over the sideline and stayed in, and Colleen got it right by the endzone line, and had a great throw to Barbara for the score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one more game on Sunday against Neela and Cornell. I think this was also a pretty good match-up. They had a poachy defense, and very activate calls for the mark. They called strike often and it stopped some of my open side throws, but at the same time, it did open up other options. One of the times, Kelley cut up line, and completely faked out her defender, wide open. I was ready to throw it for the score, but I guess someone called strike, and the mark shifted over and my throw was a little too low. Another time right on the endzone line, Rad cut up line for me, also burned her defender, but the mark shifted over, and completely cut it off, but it opened up the whole break side to me. So I put it towards the middle of the stack, and we scored. This was a really fun game. Final score 8-10. I felt like the game was closer than the score shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Souplantation for dinner, I ate enough to feed a small country. And we headed up to LA cuz the tournament was moved due to the rain. We crashed in Claremont's dorm lounge along with Colorado, Oregon and Carleton. On Monday we had another game against Claremont because Long Beach and Sonoma forfeited their games. The fields were crazy soaked with puddles. And it was brutal, wet and windy. We lost that game 4-13. It was pretty hard to throw and catch in that game. But yeah, we just weren't ready to play in those conditions. I can't wait to play them again at Stanford Qualifiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive back up was brutal because the weather closed off the 5. It took around 8 hours? But we had a lot of fun with fast faces.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/SZugbDTw27I/AAAAAAAAA6E/YXW4HCpynbU/s1600-h/IMG_0195.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/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/SZugbDTw27I/AAAAAAAAA6E/YXW4HCpynbU/s320/IMG_0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304009372764003250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is long, and I'm completely over it. Haha. Back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8591771401019479762?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8591771401019479762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8591771401019479762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8591771401019479762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8591771401019479762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/02/prez-day-recap.html' title='Prez Day Recap'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqrnL_pmrZ4/SZugbDTw27I/AAAAAAAAA6E/YXW4HCpynbU/s72-c/IMG_0195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-310916067440355420</id><published>2009-02-13T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:59:30.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Prez Day</title><content type='html'>Our pool has UCSB, Cal, Texas, and Claremont. We just started learning a few new offenses, but to be completely honest I'm not too comfortable with it yet. We only ran it without defense, so I have no idea what it's going to look like with defense.. We'll see how it goes. But I think we have good potential, as long as everyone plays our offense and are on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also the tournament could be moved because of all the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I hate drama. I need to destress. There's a lot of... blahhh. Whatever. This is public forum, though I doubt anyone reads this or cares. But just in case, I'll stay silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREZ DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-310916067440355420?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/310916067440355420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=310916067440355420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/310916067440355420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/310916067440355420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/02/prez-day.html' title='Prez Day'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-1168708507951460507</id><published>2009-01-28T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:30:03.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Nice... Or Wimpy</title><content type='html'>I need to be more confrontational. Because you are a bitch, and you're getting away with it because I can't confront. But it is not okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-1168708507951460507?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/1168708507951460507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=1168708507951460507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1168708507951460507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1168708507951460507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-nice-or-wimpy.html' title='Too Nice... Or Wimpy'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-421344597259935484</id><published>2009-01-22T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:54:29.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>SB invite</title><content type='html'>Stupid hip flexor. Pulled it at Beware-O and then played on it the following Monday practice. After that on Tuesday, I could barely walk. Been off of it since. Tried to play a bit last night. Could barely move my leg up to pivot, and my leg gave out and I just fell, so I stopped playing. Looks like I'll be out for most of Santa Barbara. I've never sat out for a tournament before... so this will be fun. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some vicodin and let me play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-421344597259935484?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/421344597259935484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=421344597259935484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/421344597259935484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/421344597259935484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/01/sb-invite.html' title='SB invite'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-6880375290494868051</id><published>2009-01-18T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:25:53.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Gross. Life sucks sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Quite a few of eventful things happened this week... in ascending order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ripping off my plastic cover of my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;3. Taking someone to the ER to get stitches on their eyelid.&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends from Berkeley coming to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A drunk chick puking in my car, plus got a bit on me and my sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate had called me at 1am on Friday to ask me to pick her up cuz she was too drunk to walk home. I go over to pick her up, and a friend was staying over, but there were also two other drunk girls that I have never met before but I agreed to give them a ride. They were trying to give me directions to another party, but I had no idea how to decipher drunk directions, so we decided to take them home. While driving them home, one of the girls felt really sick, as I started to pull over and roll down the windows. She projectile vomitted all over. It got all over my car door, the back of the driver's seat, a little bit got on the roof of my car and steering wheel, and speckles of it got onto me. Grossness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried cleaning it up, she was able to wipe off most of the gross stuff, but once I got back home I realized that drunk people don't really clean up that well. Two of my friends were kind enough to help me clean up my car (and another helped wash my sweatshirt). I 409'ed and Febreezed my car like crazy, but this morning it smelled like a mixture of 409 and vomit. So gross. But I got the girl's number, and she was really sorry and cool about it and I asked for 50 bucks to get the inside of my car cleaned. So tomorrow (hopefully) I will be getting my car cleaned, otherwise I'll have to wait until Wednesday. Ugh. Drunk chicks. I mean at least she was cool about it and willing to pay to help me get it cleaned. But still......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-6880375290494868051?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/6880375290494868051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=6880375290494868051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6880375290494868051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6880375290494868051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2009/01/gross-life-sucks-sometimes.html' title='Gross. Life sucks sometimes.'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8505444982875666547</id><published>2008-12-17T01:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:44:41.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Americone Dream</title><content type='html'>Work hard and you will achieve your Americone Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.nofactzone.net/albums/userpics/normal_AmeriConeDream%7E0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 499px;" src="http://gallery.nofactzone.net/albums/userpics/normal_AmeriConeDream%7E0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in the Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's section today, trying to decide what flavor I wanted. I was stuck between:&lt;br /&gt;1. Americone Dream&lt;br /&gt;2. Chunky Monkey&lt;br /&gt;3. Pistachio Pistachio&lt;br /&gt;4. Turtle Soup&lt;br /&gt;5. Mint Chocolate Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went with Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream. I won't deny that half the reason why I choose this flavor was because of Stephen Colbert. But the ice cream is very delicious, and I am very happy with my choice. I wonder how much Colbert made from my purchase..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a new dream, my American Dream if you will. It is to one day have my own ice cream flavor. One day I will be on the pint carton, smiling at you, urging you to buy my flavor (in a totally non-creepy way, I swear).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8505444982875666547?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8505444982875666547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8505444982875666547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8505444982875666547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8505444982875666547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/12/americone-dream.html' title='The Americone Dream'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4426225633927702562</id><published>2008-12-12T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:51:23.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>I am more than half-way done with college.. In the last 7 quarters, I've come a long way but at the same time I haven't. I've declared my major(s)--Psychology &amp;amp; Sociology. But I still don't know what I want to do with that.  I've learned the importance of studying, and yet I still don't. I've learned how to multi-task, but only because I've mastered the skill of procrastination. I've learned how to save money, but I also spend it much more quickly. I've come a long way, but I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that I'm past the half way point. Where do I go from here? Should I have more of a focus? Start planning for my future.. College is almost over.. I don't feel like I've been here for that long, and the time left I have is even shorter.. This is weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4426225633927702562?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4426225633927702562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4426225633927702562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4426225633927702562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4426225633927702562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-7541196532427747950</id><published>2008-11-24T22:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:35:48.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Puppies + Frisbee = &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v574/135/89/3227595/n3227595_40622737_4983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 483px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v574/135/89/3227595/n3227595_40622737_4983.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love frisbee dogs. So cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-7541196532427747950?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/7541196532427747950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=7541196532427747950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7541196532427747950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7541196532427747950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/11/puppies-frisbee-3.html' title='Puppies + Frisbee = &lt;3'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4372768816437742339</id><published>2008-11-13T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:47:06.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Stomach Flu</title><content type='html'>My first experience with the stomach flu. It was great. It started yesterday, also when I had a midterm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to bed until 2 or 3 cuz I was studying for my midterm, woke up at 5, feeling completely sick and needing to vomit. Got up, emptied out my stomach. Tried to drink some water, got the chills. I attempted to turn on the heater, but in my state of delirium I had supposedly turned on the AC instead? So I was bundled up in a sweater, sweat pants, and under all my blankets, shivering. Woke up 2 more times to vomit out all the water that I had drank. And I had wonderful friends that called me at 9 to make sure I would wake up in time for my 10 o'clock midterm. At that point I wasn't even sure if I could make it to my midterm, but I checked the make-up exam policies, and the make up would be an essay question. And since we all hate essay exams, so I decided I would suck it up and take the midterm anyways. But before I left for my midterm, I had to upchuck my liquids one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took my midterm (social psychology) in record time. It was 75 questions, and I finished it within 40 minutes. That's like 2 questions per minute. I was definitely not feeling well during the midterm, I think I started to get a slight fever then. So after I just bubbled whatever answers, I ran out there and vomited into some bushes, didn't get to a bathroom in time. By then, I realized something was clearly off. I called my mom who insisted that I go to the health center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They held me there for a really long time to make sure I could keep down liquids, but I started dry-hurling, and they were worried I would just upchuck all the liquids I just drank. And from a few tests, they also said I was dehydrated. So I was given the option of having an IV to rehydrate me, or taking an anti nauseating pill. I opted for the anti-nauseating pill option. After a while, they finally let me go and once I got home I took some advil for my fever and knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a lot better since then, but I'm very hesitant to eat anything, I had half a slice of bread and it didn't settle that well, so that was that. I'm drinking lots of water though! And Gatorade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so for my psych midterm, I had emailed the professor immediately after I got home about the situation and how I rushed through the test cuz I was sick, and he's giving me the option of making it up. Woot. But still an essay exam, so I gonna wait to see how well/not well I did before I decide. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can still play at Sean Ryan this weekend. I've been looking forward to it. And my recovery is going very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely other note, I have organized a game of assassins for ultimate, and it's so much fun even if I'm not playing. Good team bonding.. more like stalking, but both is fun. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4372768816437742339?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4372768816437742339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4372768816437742339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4372768816437742339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4372768816437742339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/11/stomach-flu.html' title='Stomach Flu'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3799183280497016326</id><published>2008-11-01T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:39:50.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>The 3 midterm in 2 days pulled off without a hitch. Got solid B's on all of them, so it's looking good. :) And the next ones are a bit more spread out, so I can focus more individually on each of them and hopefully pull up my grades a bit. It took me three years (well, start of the third) to start worrying/focusing on grades. Awesome, at least it happened right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Chico last week which was bundles of fun. We lost every game, but I think we played well. It's hard cuz we (and by we, I mainly mean Danica) had to figure out subbing and coaching while we played. And we had to spread out our players evenly, but we've got some pretty awesome rookies. And there were times when we had good flow. There's still so much to work on, but our team is looking snazzy. I had the closest thing to a lay-out. Haha. My offender had an in cut, and I was right on her hip, it was a low throw and to the other hip that I was not on. I got low and tried to get a hand on it, touched it, and guess had a little lay out thing. I must say layouts are painful. Since I missed the D, I had to get up and put the mark on, but I wanted to just lie on the ground and be a baby. Hahaha. I had a few good hucks, nice pool plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Ryan is approaching. We've got a lot of girls again, I'm not sure what we're going to do. But I'm really excited, we finally get to meet all the other teams. I have high hopes for our team this year. We all just need to be committed and dedicated to this team which I feel like some people need to work on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched HSM yesterday! Sooooo good! I love it. Zac Efron is quite hot now. Or he can be, sometimes he still looks funny. I love it, I keep listening to the soundtrack over and over again. Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to work on a paper cuz I fail at life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3799183280497016326?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3799183280497016326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3799183280497016326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3799183280497016326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3799183280497016326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3318286112346336610</id><published>2008-10-17T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:33:22.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>No Crack for Crack Addicts</title><content type='html'>You don't give crack to crack addicts. You don't give alcohol to alcoholics. You don't let Teresa watch Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus Eight. I don't really have free week nights. And the only time that I semi-do is the 2 hour break I have after class and before ultimate practice. During this time, Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus Eight is on which is the most adorable show ever. For those of you who don't know, there's this couple (Jon and Kate.. SHOCKING!) with eight kids--twins and sextuplets. And it just follows them around. The twins are seven now, and sextuplets are three. The kids are sooo cute (they're halfies, so cute super-sized). And every time I watch the show, my urge to procreate at this very instant peaks. I love kids! And I want a kid. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates are used to my constant whining about how I want kids now. We've even thought of names for my show when I have more kids than average. But I think I've realized that I should not watch the show anymore. It's just flaunting what I can't have in front of me. As much as I want to have kids, I realize that I probably shouldn't right now and kids are a huge responsibility and very expensive. So I suppress my urge to have kids--barely. As I watch Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus Eight, I realize how alcoholics must feel when people are drinking if front of them. And I think I should stop watching it because of it's flaunting temptation. I love kids! (While watching Jon &amp;amp; Kate and taking Developmental Psychology, I think I want to work with kids in some capacity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted lots of kids. And by lots I mean max four, ideally three. Haha, it's a lot if you're an only child. But I honestly have no idea why I really want kids now, even before Jon &amp;amp; Kate, that show only fueled my hunger. Perhaps my biological clock is ticking at the ripe age of 19 (almost 20).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto other aspects of my life. I have three midterms in two days next week. I should probably study. I'm too tired, school is hard. Ultimate is good. I'm having a lot of fun right now. If only I wasn't so tired when I go to practice, or also high of my want for children. I honestly just need sleep. I have almost no free time for myself. I'm never taking 20 units again nor working 15 hours simultaneously. Or either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Developmental Psych/Social Psych/Women Studies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3318286112346336610?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3318286112346336610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3318286112346336610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3318286112346336610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3318286112346336610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-crack-for-crack-addicts.html' title='No Crack for Crack Addicts'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-5280809003622453228</id><published>2008-10-08T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:58:35.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Events</title><content type='html'>After a turn of unexpected events... I am now co-captain of women's team with Danica. It was completely unexpected, and came on me pretty quick. When I was first asked, I asked for time to think about it because it's a big commitment, and nothing had prepared me for something like this. And I wasn't sure if I was ready to give up (not really give up) my me-time on a whim. But after contemplating it for 2 days, I decided that this was something that I wanted. And even though the timing was kinda weird, it was an awesome opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Bay Area Mixer (BAM if you will) this weekend. So much fun. It was great, I loved it. Danica and I both played over half the points, so we were pretty dead. There was supposed to be a showcase game that we were supposed to play in, but that was canceled which was good, we were probably in no condition to play another game. Hahaha. There's SOOOOO much potential this year. We have amazing rookies, awesome crusites. This is going to be a good year. So much better than last year. Oh, and I can flick huck now. What what. Double threat. Haha. I remember teams last year catching on that I have a good backhand, and forced me forehand... And that was bad. But it's okay, this year I can do both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About school, I'm taking 20 units. Thinking about maybe dropping a class since I got a zero out of ten on our first quiz. Ouch. I don't think I've ever got a zero before. Blahhhh. Haha. And working 15 hours. Plus practice. So I stay busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, and NEVER ENDING PASTA at Olive Garden! So excited. I'm gonna eat so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**EDIT: I did not get a zero on my quiz. Another TA got my quiz, so my TA didn't have it and just marked it as a zero. In actuality I received a nine out of ten. Felt the need to clarify so I don't come off as a complete idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-5280809003622453228?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/5280809003622453228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=5280809003622453228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5280809003622453228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5280809003622453228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/10/unexpected-events.html' title='Unexpected Events'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-7991003830506640667</id><published>2008-09-07T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:13:05.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/121213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/121213.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Product_Code=121213&amp;amp;Category_Code=1060000&amp;amp;Product_Count=18"&gt;How to Reduce Your Carbon Footprint&lt;/a&gt;: $12.95. Go green! And 13 bucks is a small price to pay to help save the earth. Pretty illustrations make it an easier read. Definitely one of the first things I'll get once I start work again in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/16912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/16912.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Product_Code=16912&amp;amp;Category_Code=1005000&amp;amp;Product_Count=209"&gt;Drinn&lt;/a&gt;: $10. I just got a new phone around a month ago. And I'm one of those super anal people who always keep the plastic protective wrap on as along as possible (my laptop is still protected by it's sticky plastic thing), and I also like to keep cords bundled up and tied up. I hate untying them, it's the first sign that your new product is being depreciated. So as of now, when I charge my cell phone, since the charger cord knot has yet to be undone, my cellphone sort of hangs a feet of the ground by a thread. Literally. So this would be nice. Also, even after I undo my cord I always have trouble finding the end of the cord/my cell phone. Drinn sounds pretty useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bluelounge.com/images/BL_Coolfeet_STR01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bluelounge.com/images/BL_Coolfeet_STR01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluelounge.com/coolfeet.php"&gt;Cool Feet&lt;/a&gt;: $12.95. My laptop gets pretty hot. Also the elevated stance seems nice and easier on the wrists. However, my laptop has the rubberized grips on the bottom and it's placed (and shaped) in such a way where I cannot place the suction pads on my laptop. So I've been looking for some alternatives. None seem quite as simple nor as &lt;a href="http://www.ponoko.com/showroom/john/stiletto-laptop-stand-1739"&gt;cheap&lt;/a&gt;. There's lots of coolers that "vacuum" out the hot air, but the vacuum is almost always located in the center. However my laptop blows off steam in the left hand corner of the bottom. Anyone know of any other cheap simple alternatives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mollaspace.com/product_thumb.php?img=images/I0032DefiTissueBox_s.jpg&amp;amp;w=220&amp;amp;h=220"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.mollaspace.com/product_thumb.php?img=images/I0032DefiTissueBox_s.jpg&amp;amp;w=220&amp;amp;h=220" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mollaspace.com/product_info.php?cPath=39&amp;amp;products_id=170"&gt;Wooden Tissue Box&lt;/a&gt;: $20. Probably would never get it. 20 bucks? I think it's cool, much cooler than my usual kleenex box, but definitely not worth 20 bucks. It's still awesome, and it'd be pretty classy to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.delight.com/images/photos/HybridClockRecycle-376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.delight.com/images/photos/HybridClockRecycle-376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hybrid Wall Clock: $35.75. Go green! Neat idea. Creative. It'd be an interesting piece to hang up, great for Davis too. But a tad too expensive, and from my experience last year my clock will never display the right time (I never adjusted it for daylight savings, and once the daylight savings came around the second time, and once it displayed the right time, it shortly ran out of batteries), so it's pretty much useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.delight.com/images/photos/ButtonPushPinsGroup-376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.delight.com/images/photos/ButtonPushPinsGroup-376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delight.com/Button-Push-Pin-Set"&gt;Button Push Pin&lt;/a&gt;: $24.50. This is cute. I would also like a magnet set. I have a white board on my desk and I always need magnets. I don't use my bulletin board quite as much, but if i have these instead of tacks, I might use it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/57802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/57802.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Product_Code=57802&amp;amp;Category_Code=1004000&amp;amp;Product_Count=17"&gt;Soapsicles&lt;/a&gt;: $8.50. This is super cute! Only it'd get gross after a week or two. I would just get it and never use it. It's also edible (actually, I don't know how much it is edible as it is non-toxic). So I think I'll stick with Dreyer's FruitBars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/57001.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/57001.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Product_Code=57001&amp;amp;Category_Code=1004000&amp;amp;Product_Count=18"&gt;Clocky&lt;/a&gt;: $50. After your first snooze, it runs away and hides before beeping again to force you to get up and find it to turn it off. It's so cool! And it's cute too. I really feel that I do need one of those. I have a hard time waking up in the mornings (I once was an hour and a half late for my opening shift!). But 50 bucks is a high price to pay. It's definitely innovative, but I do think that I need to learn to wake up on my own without chasing around an alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mosmyownspace.com/images/furniture/seating/bubble-chair-lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mosmyownspace.com/images/furniture/seating/bubble-chair-lrg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mosmyownspace.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Product_Code=bubble-chair&amp;amp;Category_Code=seating"&gt;Aarnio Bubble Chair&lt;/a&gt;: $4,000. Yeah, never gonna get this. But it sure is cool. But that's it. It would stand out like a sore thumb at my place. And an outrageously expensive sore thumb. It's too alien and techy for me, but it is cool to look at and marvel over. It would seem to be pretty inconvenient though. You would have to hang it from the ceiling, so it wouldn't be easy to move or adjust. It'd be hard to find other furniture to match with this. And for the ones that do, hopefully it will not be quite as expensive as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd end of an expensive, unrealistic note. But trust me, there's more things that I want. More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-7991003830506640667?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/7991003830506640667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=7991003830506640667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7991003830506640667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7991003830506640667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/09/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8369689973666486509</id><published>2008-08-28T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:37:24.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Quarter Life Crisis</title><content type='html'>What am I doing with my life? I have no idea. I don't know if I want to pursue a higher education after college. Maybe law school? And I realized that since I'm double majoring, doesn't look like I'll graduate in 4 years unless I take summer school or maybe just an extra quarter. Hm. But at this point, unless I have insurance after I graduate, I should probably stay in school. I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I also realize that I will be significantly poorer than my high school friends. I don't think I mind too much. There's a few of them that I don't think they could handle being poor (and when I say poor, I don't actually mean poor, just not as rich as their families are now). But it's just that when they're all together talking about how rich they plan to be in 10 years, I'm just thinking I'll be super content if I'll make more than 50,000 a year. Like honestly, I'm not saying that I'll be fine if I was poor, but I do think I can handle having less money than some of my friends. I don't think I'm quite as materialistic as some of my friends. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to figure out my life. I don't think that I've been unhappy this past year. But I do not think I've been particularly happy either. I've had my fair shares of disappointment this year. And various struggles, many humbling experiences. I want to do something meaningful with my life. I want to make a difference in the world. I really don't know what's in store for me. I feel like I really need time to just reflect and explore what I want in life. And it's hard during school cuz I just get so busy. And many times I feel like I'm doing things for the wrong reasons. Other times I won't do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;things for the wrong reasons. Should I? I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to have faith I suppose. Easier said than done. Hopefully, this year won't be as much of an emotional struggle for me. I just.. I don't know. Quarter life crisis. I suppose. Everything happens for a reason. There are aspects of my life that I know what I want, but I'm unsure of how to obtain them. Well, not exactly unsure, but more like it's hard for me to do and stay true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8369689973666486509?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8369689973666486509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8369689973666486509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8369689973666486509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8369689973666486509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/08/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter Life Crisis'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-222413800403331538</id><published>2008-08-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:09:42.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Your 10th Visit Free!</title><content type='html'>If I had one of those stamp cards for the dentist, I would totally have a free visit by the end of the year. But alas, those freebie cards are only for boba and yogurt. To be fair though, my visits aren't restricted to only the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had:&lt;br /&gt;2 dentist appointments&lt;br /&gt;1 orthodontic appointment&lt;br /&gt;1 TMJ specialist appointment&lt;br /&gt;2 Oral surgeon/Jaw specialist appointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've even seen my friends this much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see where this leads me. BTW, the internet is a very scary tool. Some stuff that I've researched has brought unnecessary fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the internet has lead me to many TV show addictions. I realize that are many good shows out there, but if I were to watch every single one and catch up, I would have the rest of my life laid out in front of me. I now watch House, Chuck, Psych, Burn Notice, and Eureka. I'm a bit scared to tread into more waters for I fear I will drown in the vastness of TV shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-222413800403331538?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/222413800403331538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=222413800403331538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/222413800403331538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/222413800403331538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-10th-visit-free.html' title='Your 10th Visit Free!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8421902287085273529</id><published>2008-08-03T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:21:18.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>KAYAKING!</title><content type='html'>Started the weekend with a sleepover. A lot of fun, we lost Mike, but quickly found him in Christina's room floor when Hui and I were heading to bed. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning was filled with whining from hungry people. Went to the &lt;a href="http://www.cottagelajolla.com/"&gt;cottage,&lt;/a&gt; good food. Then headed over to La Jolla Shores to go kayaking. So first it was going to be Ryan and Hui in one, Sitong and Brian, me and Christina. But as we got our kayaks and headed into the water, it was clear that it would be hard for two girls. We could barely hold on to the kayaks against the waves let alone get in. Christina started getting really annoyed and pissed, saying that Sitong and Brian need to split up and go with one of us while Sitong was completely oblivious to her anger and had already jumped into his kayak. Brian told Christina to go with Sitong while he would be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I proceeded to struggle for at least 5 minutes to get into the kayak. We were too close to shore, so each time we got in, the waves would take us and we would flip. I think we flipped around 3 times, sometimes Brian hadn't even gone in yet. Haha. So basically, we were struggling and it did not look like we were going to get in anytime soon while the other boats were already out in the water. Sitong then abandoned his kayak to swim back to shore to help me and Brian on. Hahaha. We went into the deep end, and I couldn't jump in cuz we were too deep, so Brian had to hold onto the kayak while Sitong heaved me in. It took awhile for us to get in, and after we rowed our way to where everyone else was, I realized that I had lost my water proof disposable camera. Hahahaha. It fell off of the string, I guess one of the many times I flipped did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a lot of fun. Once your actually deep in the ocean, it's a lot easier, cuz it's just currents, no big waves. But as we were going back to shore, Brian wanted to get out and walk the kayak in, while I wanted to ride the waves and let it carry us to shore. So a wave came, and we didn't get out, but it was too fast and strong, so we ended up flipping again. And this time, both me and Brian lost our sunglasses. Though his are 200, and mine were only like 75. But I had only gotten them in May. Oh well. I'm not telling my mom though, she'd get pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, super fun. I want to go again sometime, and of course with someone who is able to help me get into the kayak. Haha. &lt;a href="http://www.cottagelajolla.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8421902287085273529?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8421902287085273529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8421902287085273529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8421902287085273529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8421902287085273529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/08/kayaking.html' title='KAYAKING!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2669751835177161908</id><published>2008-07-30T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:27:41.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I've had some interesting dreams which is nice because I usually don't remember what I dream about. So being able to remember my dreams are actually quite fun. First, I had a dream that I was a homewrecker. Hahaha. But I was a very smart and sly homewrecker... with the help of my mother?? It was definitely odd. And then another one about the frisbee team camping together. And just a few nights ago, me learning how to lay out (clearly a dream). Then this morning, I was involved in some sort of an explosion/vibration thing, and it was pretty huge. I woke up from the "explosion" to experience another less dynamic shake, to realize that it was an earthquake. After it stopped, I went back to sleep. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting summer. FYI Hp no longer transfers their customer service phone calls to India, I spoke with an American last week, the communication process was a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've decided that I'm going to Comic Con for sure next year. People fly here from ALL over to go, and I LIVE HERE! Tickets are pretty cheap too! I want to see all the panels like the Office, and Chuck. And maybe they'll have some cool movie cast panel there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend, I'm going kayaking!! How exciting!!! And maybe lounge around at the beach after/have a picnic. I'm so excited, it's going to be so much fun. I'm going to bring my disposable waterproof camera and take lots of awesome shots. First major thing that I'm doing this summer. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: "I want to go into the water, it helps you tan faster"&lt;br /&gt;T: "Oh really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, when you're wet you tan faster."&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooooor maybe it's because the water washes off the sunscreen.."&lt;br /&gt;"...Oh.. that's true."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2669751835177161908?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2669751835177161908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2669751835177161908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2669751835177161908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2669751835177161908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3366017419055380195</id><published>2008-07-16T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:26:31.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Five Days</title><content type='html'>I've played ultimate five days in a row, my legs are kind of hating me, but other than that it's been fun. First was PleasureTown ThrowDown, and I just picked up with a random local team that had a few girls from Safari. Lost in Semi's against LA Metro. I think I played okay during the tournament, scored a couple, and had a couple assists. But co-ed's a different game than women's for sure. And I was pretty out of shape coming into the tournament. It's always weird playing with a team you don't know. It takes a while to get used to everyone, and knowing each other's strengths, and developing that connection. Also team spirit/cheers, it always feels a bit awkward for me, maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I've been playing in a summer league which is pretty much like more organized and competitive pick-up. It's tough because our team only has two girls that actually show up. So on Monday, played the whole game. And we only had 9 guys or so, we were lacking in numbers pretty bad and got slaughtered. Haha. Plus on Monday, after the pull we would drop it on the first or second throw. But after our official game, we just had a fun game to three, which we ending up winning. On Tuesday, we picked up a girl, and I think we played fairly well, won by a good margin I believe. Today, at first I was the only girl, but as we lined up for the first point, some guy brought another girl. So we mainly played 5-2, and when one of us were really tired we would go 6-1. But it was a lot of fun, I think I played really well the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need to be more assertive. Like sometimes I want to handle or pull or whatever, but I never really say anything. And this has nothing to do with being assertive, but this one girl has gotten my name wrong for the past week, and I haven't bothered to correct her, and I now respond to "Lauren." Haha. In my defense, I didn't realize that she was talking to me until the 3rd or so time she called me Lauren, but by then I thought it was too late/awkward to correct her. And now it's been a week, even more awkward. Hahahaha. I'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my legs hurt, and I'm tired. But I do love ultimate. I really like ultimate when it's relaxed and chill when I just go out and have fun. This is the most fun I've had playing ultimate in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3366017419055380195?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3366017419055380195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3366017419055380195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3366017419055380195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3366017419055380195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/07/five-days.html' title='Five Days'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2923579821150717694</id><published>2008-07-05T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:19:15.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Amazing Discovery!</title><content type='html'>So I was enjoying seedless grapes today, and then thought about seedless watermelons, and how we rarely see these fruits with seeds anymore. And then I realized that fruits have seeds, and vegetables do not. And that's why avocados and tomatoes are fruits. But if watermelons and grapes no longer have seeds... then aren't they vegetables?? DUM DUM DUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cease to amaze myself. Haha. I'm off to enjoy more vegetables!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2923579821150717694?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2923579821150717694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2923579821150717694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2923579821150717694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2923579821150717694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/07/amazing-discovery.html' title='Amazing Discovery!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-5648444524427299477</id><published>2008-07-02T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T04:11:34.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a bum.</title><content type='html'>Pretty much sums it up. I have done anything since I've been home. I have, however, watched the whole season 1 of Chuck. And I'm in love with it. Haha. Oh, I really liked the girl--Yvonne Strahovski, she's tall, pretty, blonde, but her teeth aren't exactly perfect and that bothers me a bit. Haha. She's still hot though. And Zachary Levi is just so... dorky attractive, he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to doing nothing, and watching more TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and I'm looking into a new phone. Nokia 5310? Samsung Katalyst? Blackberry Pearl? But I think for the Pearl to get email, it's like an extra 10-20 bucks a month. And it'd be pointless to get a blackberry without the internet and email..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Loved Get Smart. Steve Carrell is awesome, I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-5648444524427299477?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/5648444524427299477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=5648444524427299477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5648444524427299477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/5648444524427299477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-bum.html' title='I am a bum.'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-1468842195341964988</id><published>2008-06-22T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:44:14.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Dinner at 11 pm??</title><content type='html'>sayaju (2:04:31 AM):wow, you're up late&lt;br /&gt;sayaju (2:04:32 AM):'&lt;br /&gt;sayaju returned at 2:04:35 AM&lt;br /&gt;sh0rtEEtEE (2:04:38 AM):haha&lt;br /&gt;sh0rtEEtEE (2:04:39 AM):yeahh&lt;br /&gt;sayaju (2:04:50 AM):and why is thaT?&lt;br /&gt;sh0rtEEtEE (2:04:54 AM):went over to make dinner with a friend&lt;br /&gt;sh0rtEEtEE (2:05:04 AM):who didn't bother to read the cook and prep time&lt;br /&gt;sh0rtEEtEE (2:05:13 AM):so.. uh we didn' eat until 11:10&lt;br /&gt;sayaju (2:05:21 AM):hahaha&lt;br /&gt;sayaju (2:05:23 AM):that's funnyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we decided to make lasagna. And Hui probably didn't read anything past the ingredients. Haha. But we watched Music and Lyrics and Definitely, Maybe. Music and Lyrics is great. Drew Barrymore looks absolutely gorgeous in that movie. Loved that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PoP goes my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-1468842195341964988?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/1468842195341964988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=1468842195341964988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1468842195341964988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1468842195341964988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/06/dinner-at-11-pm.html' title='Dinner at 11 pm??'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-1205811218866456855</id><published>2008-06-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:34:45.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Una Mas</title><content type='html'>One more. Tomorrow. Psychobio. It already sounds horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's way to early, I've been up too early, asleep too late, and absolutely starving. Too bad I'm at work. Well, after tomorrow, I'll be free. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And on Friday, me and Daniela are gonna go check out the new sushi buffet in town. Last showing at Fuji's was embarrassing for me. Redemption!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-1205811218866456855?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/1205811218866456855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=1205811218866456855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1205811218866456855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1205811218866456855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/06/una-mas.html' title='Una Mas'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-685909236020373804</id><published>2008-05-31T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:53:08.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>I realized that I don't fit in, and you know what? And then I had an epiphany. I'm totally cool with that. I don't want to fit in. I want to be who I am, with my values, with my morals. At first, I wanted to experience it, but not anymore. Here's to living my life how I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want. Be who are you. Live your own life. I'm going to. Staaaaaaaaarrrrtinggggg... NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-685909236020373804?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/685909236020373804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=685909236020373804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/685909236020373804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/685909236020373804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/05/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8339429026067285541</id><published>2008-05-27T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:21:44.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>How I Spent Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>New Addiction: House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That show is super good. Love it. Hugh Laurie is a wonderful actor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8339429026067285541?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8339429026067285541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8339429026067285541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8339429026067285541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8339429026067285541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-i-spent-memorial-day-weekend.html' title='How I Spent Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8831805957977345506</id><published>2008-05-24T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:35:18.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>Hui and Julia came up to visit on Thursday night and left on Friday. Before they came and picked me up, I went to our Frisbee Formal. It was nice to see everyone all dressed up and looking pretty. They came around 10, and picked up then. But apparently all the action (haha, get it?) happened after I had left. Haha, it's okay. I've heard all the 2nd hand versions of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out for a late dinner at Bistro 33 and then headed home and chilled. Nothing too exciting. Hui proceeded to kick my ass at wii while Julia was passed out on my couch. Woke up semi-early the next day to line up for Fuji's sushi buffet. Opened at 11. Completely honest, we were full by 11:20. Hahahaha. It was hard to keep stuffing food down, haven't been to a buffet in a good amount of time. Sometimes I feel like when you are forced to stuff down food, you can't enjoy it properly cuz the whole time your stomach is screaming at you. Man, what a waste. Haha. We left by like 11:45, I think. Between us 3, we had demolished 20 plates. Eating is such a sport. It was pretty good though. I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked though downtown, stopped in Dimple Music to get the new Jesse McCartney CD. Haha. Definitely listening to it right now. And then they went to shop at Gap while I just felt like crap the whole day from eating so much. I used to be so much better at stuffing food. After they had left, I immediately fell into a food coma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8831805957977345506?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8831805957977345506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8831805957977345506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8831805957977345506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8831805957977345506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/05/pre-memorial-weekend.html' title='Pre Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-575573578970978948</id><published>2008-05-18T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:37:21.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPA Finals</title><content type='html'>Amazing how UBC went on that 7 point run. Lesson: even if you're down at half, if you have the heart, you can still win. Lesson: if you're up at half, don't get cocky. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope one day, I'll be able to experience that. Nationals '10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo hot in Davis. 95+ degrees. Hit 102 yesterday. Swimmmmmming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-575573578970978948?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/575573578970978948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=575573578970978948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/575573578970978948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/575573578970978948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/05/upa-finals.html' title='UPA Finals'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-6713236998917745432</id><published>2008-05-12T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:46:25.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Seems like each week I have midterm(s) and/or paper(s). Man... There's no end to this madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to continue studying.. and searching for an internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. IRON MAN is awesome. And Robert Downey Jr. is pretty hot and sexy. Yes, I know he's 43. So? You're just jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-6713236998917745432?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/6713236998917745432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=6713236998917745432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6713236998917745432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6713236998917745432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2060636882532111805</id><published>2008-05-05T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:24:03.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>SophSquatch!</title><content type='html'>Last night we had an intense game of IM frisbee. So it was the sophomore team against the other team that picked up the coaches and everyone who wasn't a sophomore. There had been major trash talking for both sides. I, myself, refrained myself for the most part because I don't want to be saying stuff and then eating my own words later. I wait til I can back it up. And honestly, after they got Halverson and Sarah P, I was unsure of how the game would go. We have great guys, but pretty much all the girls it was their first year playing. So I kept my mouth shut (while Danica ran her mouth off like crazy) and the whole time I was just like, Let's wait and see. Don't talk before you know what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I handled the whole game. It was a bit different in ho-stack handling. I was definitely confused half the time. But I don't think I messed up that much or anything. I think I did okay. Probably would've done better had I known what I was doing. It was a great game. We were in the lead in the beginning. Then they took the lead. And then we took the lead again, and they tied it. Universal game point. A huck goes up. It's all the way in the endzone. Three or four guys go up for it. I know Halverson went up for it. Anyways, Nick totally gets it and comes down with it. Woot. Take that, Happy Hour, take that. I had a lot of fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to meet them in the finals. Until then. SophSquatch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2060636882532111805?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2060636882532111805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2060636882532111805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2060636882532111805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2060636882532111805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/05/sophsquatch.html' title='SophSquatch!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3926358306791947434</id><published>2008-05-01T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:13:37.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>ESP?</title><content type='html'>Each time, I'm struggling between my choices. Trying to find answers. Somehow, the same person unknowingly answers me in a way. ESP? Coincidence? Well, thanks for the encouragement, but I feel like it's making the choice that much harder when you're showing me what I'm walking away from. I appreciate it nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3926358306791947434?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3926358306791947434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3926358306791947434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3926358306791947434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3926358306791947434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/05/esp.html' title='ESP?'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8306298141468492129</id><published>2008-04-27T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:09:11.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Another season over. So much has happened. On the way home (the LONG drive. Haha), Sai asked me if this met my expectations. I asked her if she meant by the tournament, or this whole season, or what specifically. And she just asked about everything in ultimate in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first, about the coaches. Definitely met expectations. Did their job well. Coached. Inspired. Motivated. In games, got our head straight, redirect our focus. And I found it helpful from coaches who would tell me little things that they think that I need to work on, and how I can improve. I was encouraged by them numerous times. I love our coaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season.. Hmm. My expectations fluctuated a bit. On one hand, I knew that we weren't going to make Nationals. But the other hand, I thought we had amazing rookies, and a pretty decent young team, so I also had somewhat high expectations. For the most part, when we played well. We played well. But it's a little inconsistent. And it's also that we can't always have power lines. But lots of rookies exceeded my expectations. It was great. People have stepped up SO much since just sectionals. It's absolutely amazing. Jenna with her layout. Amazing. I was so impressed this weekend. And I am eager to see what the team will be like next year. I don't know if we'll make Nationals next year, cuz it all depends on the team and how we develop, and also how other teams are. So we'll see, but I definitely think we have a fair shot. If we were able to do okay this year with pretty much all rookies, and only a few returners, imagine the possibilities next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations about myself. Haha. Uh. Let's see, early in the season like fall. I had super high expectations to be super kick ass and amazing. And once winter hit, I soon realize that it wasn't gonna happen. Haha. I was a bit frustrated with that. Like I really had high expectations for both myself and the team, and when that didn't happen immediately, I got frustrated. I do think I improved a lot, and there's so much more to improve. But I am content with myself. Yeah, I'm not good as I wanted to be, but honestly, I feel like it was somewhat unrealistic, and I am content and proud of myself. I still have two year to continue to prove myself and even more improvement. Never Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regionals. Our team played some points really well. Ran our O, had good D. Other times, we completely fell apart. We played well our first half against Oregon. I had so points where I was just working in flow, and working well. Other times, it was just hard to get my head in the game. When I had to lead a line, I found it especially difficult. Mainly because I'm not the best handler and there was not much to work with. I work better in flow. Dump and swing. I feel that I have a much higher turning percentage when I'm picking up the disc. Especially if it's force forehand, and a coach tells me to run a huck play. My backhands are usually fairly good. I can throw my forehands fine without pressure, or right after the swing when the mark isn't completely on me. But with pressure, it's definitely 50/50. And usually right after I throw one away, the next time, it's hard to shake it off, and it just adds to the pressure making it even harder. Self-fulling prophecy. Give me flow, and I'll work much better. I'm not a player maker, and I'm not trying to be. Maybe one day. We'll see. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season was completely different than last year. A lot more emotionally draining. A lot more drama (probably just cuz I was more involved). I played a completely different role. And it was tougher, not just cuz I had to step up, but in also mentally and emotionally. It was definitely frustrating sometimes. And took a bigger role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to figure some things before it starts again. I hope I find the answers I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this team. Pleiades Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's over. For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8306298141468492129?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8306298141468492129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8306298141468492129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8306298141468492129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8306298141468492129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-6380177350846540083</id><published>2008-04-21T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:08:01.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Picnic Day</title><content type='html'>Wow. Uh. Never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of midterms and assignments this week. Had my psychobio one today (missed our IM game cuz I was studying for that. Sorry! Heard there was only 2 girls for the first half, and then another showed up). I hate science. Only got 4.5 hours of sleep (if that) before our 6 AM morning practice. Everyone was so slow. Haha. And there was frost all over the field. And then downed a cup of joe before my midterm at 10. First time I bought coffee from the coho. Haven't had coffee since the summer at my internship. And I officially deem coffee ineffective for me, since I'm still really tired, and I want to nap. And now my stomach feels all weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Amy and I are gonna make pasta tonight! Woot. Deliciousness guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to type up notes for my Business Law class since I've already distracted myself with the crossword and the Office. OMG, Jim and Pam! So cute. Can't wait for One Tree Hill tonight. Probably can't watch it cuz of the studying I need to do. And when does Gossip Girl come back on? I miss that show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-6380177350846540083?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/6380177350846540083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=6380177350846540083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6380177350846540083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6380177350846540083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/04/picnic-day.html' title='Picnic Day'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-2215369313890786358</id><published>2008-04-14T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:10:07.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Sectionals</title><content type='html'>3rd. Only played Stanford A and B, and Berkeley A and B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not play as well as I wanted to, and I became pretty tired by the time we played Stanford. In the beginning, my forehand hucks looked pretty good, but the wind would slightly take them out. But later, they started blading again. Need to work on that more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to work on: not traveling. OMG. Most embarrassing moment. Pool play. Bulky to Teresa to Allie going deep. Got the pass, traveled (took a few too many steps), hucked it off. Nice floaty, looked like a 50/50 disc, and Allie skyed her defender for the score. Except for the fact that a travel was called on me. Everyone started celebrating. Sarah P was all excited. And I was like, "Uh.. it comes back.. uh.. travel called. ....yeah.." Embarrassing. But it's okay. Allie scored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my goal. No traveling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-2215369313890786358?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/2215369313890786358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=2215369313890786358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2215369313890786358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/2215369313890786358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/04/sectionals.html' title='Sectionals'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4318273000775703293</id><published>2008-04-11T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:09:50.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>Okay, may not have handled it in the best way, but remind me not to try ever again, because apparently it's pointless. Why waste time and kill hope? Won't ever bother next time. I've done my share, and I've tried even when it's the other way around. But nothing happens other than dead hope. So why even bother?? I know I'm not going to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sectionals this weekend. Livermore. Have the worst shin splints ever. Now that my knee is better, another roadblock, eh? From IC Ultimate: "Santa Cruz and Davis are both in rebuilding years, and they will be duking it out for third. Lillian Berla gives Sol an edge over Davis and their army of short Asian handlers." Hahahahaha at the army of short Asian handlers. Hahaha. Makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.. third?? Let's do it. I'm a LOT more confident about my forehand hucks now. :) Maybe I'll actually call plays and huck it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to work on:&lt;br /&gt;1. Defense. I want handblocks again. Haven't gotten any since the one day at Prez when I got 3 or 4. And more run throughs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hucks. (both flick and backhand)&lt;br /&gt;3. Break marks more often.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wise decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully when I'm on that field, this anger was dissipate. Remind me not to be foolish again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4318273000775703293?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4318273000775703293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4318273000775703293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4318273000775703293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4318273000775703293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/04/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4221238475833112667</id><published>2008-04-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:09:30.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>DUI Recap</title><content type='html'>19472 shades darker, sunburnt lips, and aching body. Got murdered by all the club teams. Lost to Chico (which consisted of non-Chico, former Pleiades), and beat Santa Cruz (however, Lillian and Hannah were not playing..). In a pool play, I had a huge backhand huck, which a Fury player commented that it was a "great rip." And then in the same point, she proceeded to hand-block me. Haha. I was working a lot on my forehand hucks this weekend, and they seems somewhat catchable now. At least it's a lot less bladely. But my backhand hucks are getting too floaty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sectionals this week. Should be fun. Time to bring the A game. Staying at Meg's! We got to play sardines or hide-and-seek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4221238475833112667?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4221238475833112667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4221238475833112667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4221238475833112667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4221238475833112667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/04/dui-recap.html' title='DUI Recap'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4424411644450689502</id><published>2008-03-25T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:08:27.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Who I Am</title><content type='html'>I think I need to rethink the priorities in my life. I feel like I've lost my focus a bit. While I've discovered new things that I love, I feel like it's taking away everything else from my life. It's making me lose focus from what's really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my priorities straight, and maybe then I'll be happier with my life. It's hard to choose between one thing and another. But right now, I'm not happy with myself nor my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully one day, I'll be proud of who I am and what I've done. To achieve that I need to rethink aspects of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4424411644450689502?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4424411644450689502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4424411644450689502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4424411644450689502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4424411644450689502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-i-am.html' title='Who I Am'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4745831697592907615</id><published>2008-03-19T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:08:53.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>So sick of life and everything. Getting emo again. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4745831697592907615?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4745831697592907615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4745831697592907615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4745831697592907615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4745831697592907615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/03/whatever_19.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-7832612876279241490</id><published>2008-03-16T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:16:57.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>Still a little bit sick. Got it checked out earlier this week, not mono. Woo. But this is getting annoying. Anyways, still injured for ultimate. Practiced for the first time on Thursday. Ankle was definitely not at 100% and hurt afterwards. I think I'm going to sit out for final weeks pick-up. And maybe Fools. But either way I was only going to play one day at Fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice was okay, first time I played since Stanford Qualifier, so almost two weeks. My pull looked really good, but I only pulled once. Sai let me be a cutter for one point. It was... different. Haha. Back to the old days, I think I like handling better now.. The truth comes out. Well, I don't know, maybe if I got to cut a bit more again. Then we worked on trap-zone. That was fun, but I think we definitely need to perfect it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an oral final for Chinese on Friday, but it's individual and it was taking a while, so lots of people had class. So she was hesitant but then decided to let people come back next week if they had class. I didn't have class, but I was very unprepared. I was going to stay and just get it over with, but then I realized that if I only studied for 10 minutes, I probably would be better off. So I just left, but I still haven't started studying. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sprinnng break! Sickness: leave my body!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-7832612876279241490?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/7832612876279241490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=7832612876279241490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7832612876279241490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7832612876279241490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/03/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4624336873992526443</id><published>2008-03-08T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T02:44:14.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Buy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.soccerevolution.com/store/images/retail/_full/NIK_10190_F.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.soccerevolution.com/store/images/retail/_full/NIK_10190_F.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Cleats! Originally $175. However, it was on clearance at nike.com and only size left was 6.5 which happens to be my size. Got marked down to 59.99. Plus tax and shipping, total comes out to be $73.26 which is still super good. It's made with kangaroo leather which supposedly is super good. Feels somewhat.. unethical. Haha. It's the same model as the cleats I have now, but I guess slightly better because of the materials. Last pair cost $50ish, got them at the outlets. But I'm going to send them back to Nike cuz there's cracks in it, and hopefully get a voucher for my next pair or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the to-buy list.. North Face Recon. Looks like it'll be 78/79 bucks. So close to buying it, but I should at least to try to save some money in the meantime. So tempting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sick, people are scaring me into thinking that I have mono. I think I'm going to go to the health center again next week. Even though they are completely incompetent. And I also have this weird tumorous bump on my knee. I remember falling on it pretty hard going after a disc, and usually it swells up and is all fluid-y. But this bump is rock hard, it's like an extra knee cap or something. Can't be good. Really hurts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Face Recon: to buy or not to buy? I know I can hold off getting the iPod, cuz I already have one. Well, I guess I already have a backpack... Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I just bought an iPod. Damn, so much for self control. But I got the 2nd generation one (the one without the video because I don't know how to download videos) and it's only 160 as opposed to 200. So I guess I really need to hold off on that Recon backpack until at least my next paycheck which should come within 10 days or so.. Man, I need to save up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4624336873992526443?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4624336873992526443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4624336873992526443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4624336873992526443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4624336873992526443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/03/buy.html' title='Buy!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-7305469590104365982</id><published>2008-03-04T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:42:52.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Materialistic Goods</title><content type='html'>I want a Northface backpack. And an iPod. Need more $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need new cleats. Bottoms of both feet are cracked. No idea how I cracked plastic on grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northface Heckler, Recon, or Sweeper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-7305469590104365982?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/7305469590104365982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=7305469590104365982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7305469590104365982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7305469590104365982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/03/materialistic-goods.html' title='Materialistic Goods'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8563669813120491408</id><published>2008-03-02T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:40:01.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Injured</title><content type='html'>Still sick. And rolled my ankle like 3 times. On crutches now. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of Stanford, sat out completely for the first game against Stanford B. And then played against Sonoma and Arizona. I think I did alright. Definitely could have done better had I been able to breathe. Haha. But I was just super congested that I was getting short on breathe. And for this one point I was in as mid, and it was soooo hard. People on the sideline saw that I was struggling to breathe and were asking me if I needed an injury sub, but I just switched to wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played all day today. Lost to Caltech. Absolutely pathetic. Last game against Simon Fraiser, I rolled or turned on my ankle funny 3 times. Once was one a forehand fake, and I just turned it badly, but I played on cuz it didn't seem that bad after. And it was fine, I was still able to run and play. But then on D, I had rolled it pretty bad, and I was just kind of on the ground.. as opposed to putting the mark on, but I got up and put the mark on and kept playing. And the third time was cutting upline in the endzone, got up and landed funny. All on the same ankle. Definitely swollen, and unable to walk on it. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got 11th at Qualifier which is worse than how we did at Invite last year (9th). After the first day when we were 2-1, I thought we were doing well, and had a good shot of making Invite. I was going to buy a jersey for myself had we made it as a prize cuz I would have felt like I would've earned it. But so much for that. Oh well, there's always next year. I look forward to how this team will be like next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will try to get better..  And have my throat not hurt that much.. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8563669813120491408?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8563669813120491408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8563669813120491408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8563669813120491408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8563669813120491408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick-and-injured.html' title='Sick and Injured'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8450590562564434155</id><published>2008-02-29T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:49:15.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mute</title><content type='html'>I have no voice whatsoever. Yesterday, I just sounded like a man, today, I'm a mute. Sai kept making fun of me last night.. Well, Stanford will be fun since I can't talk at all. And I still feel like crap. Thermaful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8450590562564434155?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8450590562564434155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8450590562564434155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8450590562564434155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8450590562564434155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/02/mute.html' title='Mute'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-1752573739102359751</id><published>2008-02-27T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:58:00.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh</title><content type='html'>Sick (with a fever I think) and bad knee(s) with Stanford Qualifier 3 days away. Great. And I think we're in the hardest pool. Well, I'm off to study and hopefully feel better. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blehhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-1752573739102359751?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/1752573739102359751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=1752573739102359751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1752573739102359751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1752573739102359751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/02/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-Oh'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4357370056939447800</id><published>2008-02-23T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:46:13.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Past Week</title><content type='html'>This past week since San Diego has been horrible. First the accident, and then crap all over in San Diego. And then concussion. And now stupid roommates. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so the guy that hit us had his insurance call me, but I missed the call, and I don't think I'm going to bother to return the call. Cuz I can't do anything about it, it's insured under enterprise and I already filled out everything for them. So enterprise should be contacting them soon anyways, and it's not like I could do anything to help them out. But I think I might call fleet services and give them the claim number and have them handle it, cuz it's their problem from now. They said they would handle everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4357370056939447800?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4357370056939447800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4357370056939447800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4357370056939447800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4357370056939447800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/02/past-week.html' title='Past Week'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-1026034408809051520</id><published>2008-02-20T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:10:46.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>My goals were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Better D. More handblocks and run through D's.&lt;br /&gt;2. Better decisions.&lt;br /&gt;3. No more turnovers. Or at least, fewer amounts. And no more turfing. Pretty throws.&lt;br /&gt;4. Good zone D. Need to work on being deep-deep. Don't overestimate my vertical leap (like practice yesterday, but I was told I was super close to skying/getting the D, but no overestimating anymore!).&lt;br /&gt;5. Good attitude (especially if my parents are there! haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yeah, I think so. 3 or 4 handblocks. Totally bruised my hand and caused internal bleeding from one of them. And a few D's.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eh.. sort of. Need to work on that more.&lt;br /&gt;3. Definitely fewer, I think.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eh.. not really. I got split a lot as deep. And our cup wasn't working that well.&lt;br /&gt;5. Yeah....... about that. *sigh* I'm more frustrated/disappointed about that than anyone else could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about to file the accident report. Great. This weekend was just... bleh. And I definitely think I was PMS-ing, so that didn't help at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-1026034408809051520?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/1026034408809051520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=1026034408809051520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1026034408809051520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1026034408809051520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/02/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3742737664262897390</id><published>2008-02-18T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:58:41.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego..</title><content type='html'>San Diego was fun and disastrous. More disastrous than fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3742737664262897390?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3742737664262897390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3742737664262897390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3742737664262897390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3742737664262897390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/02/san-diego.html' title='San Diego..'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-6197124943440102576</id><published>2008-02-14T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T09:36:55.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego (Presidents' Day)</title><content type='html'>Leaving for SD tomorrow, having the team stay at my place. Fun, crazy and hectic. Haha. And no coaches. Also crazy and hectic. I look forward to my parents coming out and watching. Hopefully they understand it more now. Haha. And maybe friends will come out too. Going to be a long long drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some goals:&lt;br /&gt;1. Better D. More handblocks and run through D's.&lt;br /&gt;2. Better decisions.&lt;br /&gt;3. No more turnovers. Or at least, fewer amounts. And no more turfing. Pretty throws.&lt;br /&gt;4. Good zone D. Need to work on being deep-deep. Don't overestimate my vertical leap (like practice yesterday, but I was told I was super close to skying/getting the D, but no overestimating anymore!).&lt;br /&gt;5. Good attitude (especially if my parents are there! haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, improvement from SB. On another note, I love the new girls. Some of them are awesome and amazing. They make me feel invincible and boost up my self-esteem, especially when our team isn't doing too well, and I get discouraged/annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something random. Supposedly, my facial expressions are really.... expressive? Like when I give people weird look, it's really obvious or when I don't like something. Not much of a poker face. And sometimes it's bad when you try to hide your emotions/dislike. So.. need to work on that? Otherwise it's too obvious when I'm mad or I don't like someone, and you need to hide your emotions sometimes. Game face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-6197124943440102576?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/6197124943440102576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=6197124943440102576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6197124943440102576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6197124943440102576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/02/san-diego-presidents-day.html' title='San Diego (Presidents&apos; Day)'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-282748616346807048</id><published>2008-02-05T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:33:08.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Super Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Hi kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to vote. I would rant about the importance to vote, but you should already know it. Next time, you're upset at some law or whatever (tax raises/cuts, war in Iraq, increased tuition, health care, social security, etc.) and you didn't vote.. then STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. vote for Hillary! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-282748616346807048?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/282748616346807048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=282748616346807048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/282748616346807048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/282748616346807048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-tuesday.html' title='Super Tuesday'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3091129056853987151</id><published>2008-01-28T14:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:29:59.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>SB Aftereffect</title><content type='html'>I woke up in pain today. Took me a while to reach across my bed to turn off my alarm. Each muscle was aching in pain. That's what I get for playing a weekend of ultimate and rushing back for an IM bball game. First thing I did was down ibuprofen. And I really try not to take drugs ever. Last time other than today and yesterday was probably at Regionals. And I have a pretty bruise on my knee from my knee block. And I pulled my right butt cheek. So that's in pain, and apparently ibuprofen does not lessen that pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain. No gain. (or like my slogan for running for class council "No Feng. No gain." Either one works)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3091129056853987151?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3091129056853987151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3091129056853987151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3091129056853987151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3091129056853987151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/01/sb-aftereffect.html' title='SB Aftereffect'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3680650994757973206</id><published>2008-01-27T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:03:03.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>SB Results</title><content type='html'>So...we lost every game, BUT I think we played very well. We fought super hard for each point, and we had lots of rookies as handlers and they did so well. I'm so proud of them. And I think once we start subbing to win, and putting those rookies with awesome potential as receivers, we'll be really kick ass. And I can't wait. And Meg and I scored the first point in the whole tournament. Woot. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the tournament: GETTING MY FIRST HANDBLOCK EVER!! Dude, I'm so proud of that, and I felt like that really did boost my confidence on defense. I feel like I put on a much better mark now. And I also got a body block? It was like a knee block. I saw her going for it, and I just moved my whole mark over and blocked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I got handblocked for the first time. Haha. Highs and lows. Got my first handblock, and first hand blocked. Haha. Whatever, I'm still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some pretty intimidating zones. Stanford and SB with their trap zones, and SC who would have one of the points pretty much be man-on/hub-crasher. That really closed off a lot of our options. But I feel like our handlers did a good job of working it down. We do need to swing more, but it's quite difficult in those zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really need to work on are my throws. I have some good throws, but they are SOOO inconsistent. So I need to work on those, and stop turning it over. So I will be making a personal goal to go and out and practice throwing A LOT. I really need to. As a handler I really need to make sure that my throws are always there and consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy with my D though. I think I had a really good mark, I got to a lot higher stall counts, putting on huge marks. And also I got a few D's. So I'm very happy about that, cuz the one thing that I always thought I was super bad at was my D. I got D's as point and mid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude and constant complaining is what pissed me off this tournament. A few rookies were just whining the whole time, and it's annoying. And lots of attitude, they really need to work on that. And I was watching our zone against Stanford, and I noticed that they were crashing through the cup a lot, and the mids weren't doing anything. And I know if I were in the cup as a mid, I could have stopped a lot of it. Earlier I was in zone as deep, but once I was called in again, I immediately told Eppie that I want to be mid because I know I could stop the crashing. Then someone was all like, "Oh, I'm hurt so I can't run fast so I don't want to play point" And Eppie was like, "Uhh." Kind of not knowing what to say, I thought she might put her out or whatever. So I decided to step up, and I was like, "Whatever, it's okay, I'll play point" Even though I suck at it, and I know I do. And then I totally suck at it, and none of the mids were stopping the crashers. And before I got bumped to point, I totally got a D as a mid. An&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;d that just really ticked me off. I can play mid well, but because you don't want to run or whatever I had to step up and be subjected at a position that I was not good at while you were not stopping the crashing. That annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people complaining about their playing time. There's so many people, and if there's people better obviously it's smarter for them to get more playing time. It sucks, but that's how it is. And for the most part, I think it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty &lt;/span&gt;equal. And if you don't like, step up and prove that you're just as good and deserve more playing time, or suck it up and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did alright as handler, but there is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so much&lt;/span&gt; room for improvement, and I really need to be more consistent. But overall, I'm proud of myself and our whole team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of rookies were really encouraging to me, and gave me the confidence boost that I needed. Oh, so after a point, Meg told me to calm down. And I feel like I have my yelling thing down. Haven't done anything like that since that point in Chico. And it was just that I was getting really frustrated. I get really intense though, and I think it helps me get fired up and play my best but I really hope I don't come across as some pissed off person. Because I'm not, I just need to keep up the intensity so we don't just roll over and die. I really thought I had my cool under control, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego: Expect more handblocks, D's, and awesome assists. And maybe a score.. hehe. Count on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3680650994757973206?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3680650994757973206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3680650994757973206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3680650994757973206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3680650994757973206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/01/sb-results.html' title='SB Results'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-3864647592058730985</id><published>2008-01-25T13:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:29:15.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Santa Barbara Invite</title><content type='html'>I feel like I talk about ultimate too much. But it's kind of taking over my life, I'm not trying to, but it is. It's okay though, because I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Santa Barbara. I am so pumped. There's only 6 teams, so.. that's a little weird. But it's also good, cuz we'll be able to see and play all the teams and know what we are possibly going to be facing in the future. I think they'll be lots of zone. So I really really look foward to handling in zone, though I must say I find popping much more fun and easier. Haha. And I'm interested in playing more deep-deep. I was a bit surprised to see myself as deep-deep, mainly because I'm not that tall in comparison to our deeps last year. But I think I'll be fine. It's just a matter of self-confidence. Sort of. Probably less tiring than mid, too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pumped. I can't wait to play against some of these teams. And I know it'll be pretty hard, we're going to have some pretty tough girls on us, but that's just more experience and opportunity to improve. And I am going to make the best of it and push myself. And I guess this is sort of the start of knowing how our team is going to do in the future. It all starts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think our team will be fine, obviously not as good as last year, but still a team that people need to respect (even though they don't even when we're good, so screw them). We'll show them. I'm really eager for this year. Now that I know what I'm doing and all, it's much more fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm back, I'll update on how it went, how I did and boys. Haha. Just wanted to put that in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-3864647592058730985?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/3864647592058730985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=3864647592058730985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3864647592058730985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/3864647592058730985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/01/santa-barbara-invite.html' title='Santa Barbara Invite'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8755843285915073588</id><published>2008-01-24T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:44:39.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>Haha. This all started in a facebook message. Everyone pieced together a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Only moments after she had arrived at her estranged husbands house...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[she heard moaning coming from the room that she once shared with this man. Cautiously, she made her way into the hallway, the carpet silencing her footsteps.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...there was a smell in the air...some might say an aroma....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hesitantly, she slowly reached out for the door knob and.....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;[it was an empty room!!!!!.....rememebering&lt;/span&gt; again that her ear was faulty at times, she inched a few steps forward to the next door....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[she took a deep breath, not sure if her imagination was creating fake sounds for her. She opened the door, and saw her daughter......]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[with the pool boy... or should i say pool man! They were startled...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[He quickly stood up as to rid himself of any wrong implications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy!" her four year old daughter called, "Look at my doll house! He was playing dolls with me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eduardo, the pool man, turned a dark shade a scarlet underneath his already dark complexion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um.. I'll go finish cleaning the pool." He scurried away without being excused.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[confuzzled, the girls mother watched as this man darted away, (though she couldn't help but notice what a nich butt he had).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile her daughter jumped up and down, clearly excited to tell her mother something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it sweetheart?" her mother asked .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, can we get a pet camel today?" the girl replied anxiously, with her hopeful eyes gazing up like 'puss in boots' from the shrek movie....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alternate endings&lt;br /&gt;Ending 1:&lt;br /&gt;["Sweetie, why do you want a pet camel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So we can ride them in Egypt for my birthday!" her daughter replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Amy, I don't know.. I'll have to talk it over with daddy, but I heard your friend Teresa wants to ride polar bears in Antarctica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Antarctica? Whatever, Teresa's weird" Amy pouted before become more engrossed with her dolls than her wish for a pet camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left her daughter the room, and exited, closing the door on the way out. Hearing Eduardo singing to himself as he cleaned the pool, she smiled to herself.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending 2:&lt;br /&gt;[The girl's mother was quite taken aback by her daughter's seemingly random request for a camel, yet she figured one more pet wouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, she and her daughter went to the zoo in hopes of adopting a camel to take home with them. To their dismay, all of the camels were missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we came to work today, all the camels were gone, with their cage gates wide open," the zookeeper explained. "All that was left was this note." He handed them a piece of white paper with these words hurriedly scribbled on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We took your camels for a trip to Egypt.  Will return promptly.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The Girls of Avalon 32."]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8755843285915073588?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8755843285915073588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8755843285915073588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8755843285915073588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8755843285915073588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/01/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8882767053192029357</id><published>2008-01-14T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:11:34.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>NO MORE BOTTLED WATER!</title><content type='html'>http://food.yahoo.com/blog/beautyeats/22317/tap-vs-bottled-what-should-you-drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save the environment please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8882767053192029357?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8882767053192029357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8882767053192029357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8882767053192029357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8882767053192029357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more-bottled-water.html' title='NO MORE BOTTLED WATER!'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-7751039615518600299</id><published>2008-01-14T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:11:58.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chargers are in Semi-finals. Woot. I actually don't know anything about their season. But go SD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I got UnderArmour shorts. Try to pants me now! Uh.. that's not an invitation or challenge or anything.. So light and breezy. And stretchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait til Santa Barbara. I haven't played ultimate in so long (at a tournament)! This will be a good indicator as to how the rest of our season will go.. Hopefully well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CHARGERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-7751039615518600299?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/7751039615518600299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=7751039615518600299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7751039615518600299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/7751039615518600299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2008/01/chargers-are-in-semi-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-4122173678920149600</id><published>2007-12-21T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T03:10:00.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Kids..</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be all over, cuz that's how my mind works. Wow, so much to say about kids, mainly about raising them. It's weird how in the past two days or in the past year, I've talked more about having and raising kids than ever before. But like my friend says, "We don't even have boyfriends yet!" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, first off, Jamie Lynn Spears is preggers. Omg. Wow. What a mother, I'd die of embarrassment if I was their mother. First Britney, now JL. Seriously. And I would conclude that I am a complete failure as a mother. I was saying how her mom should help her raise her baby since she's so young, and then I realized that she's probably not that great of a mother because of this whole situation and perhaps she shouldn't help out. But I am not a mother yet, so who am I to judge? It's so easy to pass judgment onto others and ignore our own faults. Like the Bible says: remove the plank from our own eyes before removing the speck from our brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was chatting with a friend about this, and she brought up something about how in.. Denmark(?) their teen pregnancy rate is much lower. And the supposed reason behind that is that it's more liberal there, people talk about pre-marital sex, it's not something kids need to hide from their parents. And since it's more accepted, I guess, people seek the proper action.. Like here, abstinence is preached all the time (is it really??) and kids don't know the alternative or what to do if they were to choose to engage in sex. But I disagree. I don't think it's that simple. I feel preaching abstinence is the right thing to do, but at the same time that's not all we should focus on. We should let kids be aware of the action they should take if they were to engage in sex and the consequences that could come about. I'm not sure about health-ed all across America, but I do not remember getting preached about abstinence. And I do recall the stuff about safe sex. The STDs and such. And I feel parents need to take responsibility to talk to their kids about whatever their beliefs are. Parents provide a solid foundation for the kids. Maybe we could be more liberal and talk about sex at school, but that's no reason to stop preaching about abstinence. I don't know. It's hard, and it's hard to pass or not pass judgment on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I was at Souplantation today and in the middle of my lunch, masses of middle schoolers interrupted. Well, not interrupted per se, but at least... 20 of them came. And being from CV/Del Mar, super rich and snobby. Like decked out in abercombie, and freaking Coach bags. And middle school, right? Freaking had those big purses with their binders in it, IT'S CALLED A BACKPACK, USE IT! And each of them matched perfectly, with their make up all perfect. They're in middle school! Seriously, I don't want some snobby kid. And quite a few of them were in pajama bottoms with their Uggs. And the thing that bugs me about rich fake girls in their PJ bottoms is that they'll be like, "Oh. Em. Gee. I woke up so late, didn't have time to get dressed, that's why I look disgusting in the my PJs" Yeah, too bad your make up's all done. Bet you were really rushed. Fake. And then these boys were next to our table talking about a girl who was a slut. How do you even know what a slut is in middle school? Or maybe not know, but how are you a slut in middle school? And then one boy goes, "She's not a slut. She's a wannabe slut!" Uh... what is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wannabe&lt;/span&gt; slut? And why the heck would you want to be a slut?! Anyways, I just hope my kid doesn't become all spoiled and bratty , asking me for Coach bags and stuff. Seriously. And maybe it's more extreme where I'm from and all. Going to high school with kids that drove Beemers, Hummers, total a car, get a new one the next week. Girls having Coach, LV bags. Man, so fake. And now that I think about it, I'm disgusted. So shallow. Seriously, forget Laguna beach, film something called Torrey Pines. And I'm seriously grateful for all the opportunities this school has providing me, but the shallow plastic girls. Oh man, it's one thing I'm glad to be out of. It's kinda like Mean Girls.. Well, maybe not. But they're definitely shallow like them.. I hope my kid does not get sucked into it. And if they did, too bad cuz I'm not getting them a Coach bag. But then I hope my kid doesn't act out cuz they're not getting what they want. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I talked to another friend about gays, bis, lesbians, and transgenders. And there's some new CA state law that if a child declares themselves as another gender from their sex, it's illegal for the parent or school to deny them that. And I can relate to that (not personally.. haha), but I've seen plenty of shows/documentaries about people who truly feel that they're the opposite gender trapped in the wrong body. But many times parents try to deny it, or seek counseling or whatever because it's not in the social norm. And it has cost kids' lives, like they'll commit suicide because of how unhappy they are. So I think this can be a true... biological thing? But that doesn't make it any easier to accept as a parent. And I was just talking to my friend about how he would handle that, would he allow his kids to live the gender they feel that they are, or try to change it? Cuz on some levels he believes it's something people can change, and they're environment affects them. But anyways, his respond was, "I think I'd kill myself." Haha. Way to avoid it, take the easy way out. Or maybe not the easy way, but avoiding it. But I feel like it's not an environment or social affect. Because if it were, just cuz gays/bis/lesbos/trans are all not part of the social norm, wouldn't there be none of them left? Wouldn't they all become straight cuz that's how society raises people? So I disagree. I do believe some people are affected by society, but there are plenty of people who can't change who they are or who they like. And instead of passing judgment on them, we should love them all the same. But it would be hard to accept that in a child, the transgender thing... cuz then they might get a sex change, and it'd just be totally weird. Like..."I remember when I got that ultrasound and it showed that little boy... and now he's a... girl..." Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my kids turn out okay. When I have kids that is. So after I get married, and after I get a boyfriend. One step at a time. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm so bored at home!! Can't you tell? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-4122173678920149600?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/4122173678920149600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=4122173678920149600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4122173678920149600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/4122173678920149600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2007/12/kids.html' title='Kids..'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-1154206005359693312</id><published>2007-12-12T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:16:42.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooooo... my knee hurts. :( I'm just sitting here, and it's in pain. Oh well. I'm thinking about calling my PT when I get back to SD and have him check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was contemplating living with frisbee girls next year. But I don't think so anymore. I love all of them, but I need to keep my life separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for some pick-up/scrimmage tomorrow. I like playing co-ed. It's a lot different, but it's refreshing and fun. But the guys throw it so fast, and it's hard to catch those cuz I'm not fast enough. But it's a really nice change to be able to receive again, I love it. Maybe some day I'll be able to receive and run those disc down. It was funny, I was guarding Barnesy (and no one wants to guard her cuz she's super FAST!) and then somehow we switched and ended up not guarding each other. And I was like, Yes! And she also said something like that. But I quickly told her that the reason I didn't want to guard her was nothing about her, just that she's super fast and burns people every time. And she's like, Oh no, I'm happy about not having to guard you cuz you always jump super high and get the discs. So it was a relief on both of our parts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handling is a lot of fun, but I don't get the same high from it. Well, we'll see. But I'm really really really excited for this year's season. I think it's cuz I actually know what to expect, and I know what to do, and what I can do. Last year as a rookie, I was still unsure of my skills and what I was capable of doing, still exploring. But this year, I know what my role is and I'm ready to fulfill it. I'm still exploring, but I also know a lot more. Still need to work on throws, and not traveling since I've been doing that a lot of my forehands. But my pulls are getting a lot better. :) That's very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I REALLY REALLY need to study. Bleh. Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-1154206005359693312?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/1154206005359693312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=1154206005359693312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1154206005359693312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/1154206005359693312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2007/12/sooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-6961304741460646720</id><published>2007-12-09T04:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T04:53:45.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What have I accomplished? What have I done? If I died today, would my friends be sad? Would I be proud of who I am? Would I have done all that I wanted? I think I'm a little ashamed of who I am right now. But there is no better time to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking alone pretty late the other night, and realized that pretty much reflected my life. I'm pretty lonely right now without a sense of direction. I've turned away from God, and I really need to find my way back. I need Him to give me guidance. I miss the days in high school where I felt so weak but I realize with Him nothing is impossible and He gave me the strength to live each day. I need to strive for that reliance on His strength. I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to be walking those streets with God by my side, giving me a purpose, guiding me through life. I can't do this alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God, please enter my life again, please show me your love, your guidance, your power, your strength, your everything. I need you. Let me realize that I need you. I remember almost two years ago when I broke down and cried and realized that I should not be focusing on my own will, but on yours. I want that realization again. I remember when each night before bed, I would pray and thank you for every person you place in my life and blessing me through each day. I want that again. I want to crave you, I want to be hungry for you. I want you. I want your love. I NEED your love. Help me realize that and seek out for it actively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the start of a change. And hopefully, soon for now, I can look at myself and be completely proud of myself and direction that my life is going. Only God has the strength to do that, and I pray that He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-6961304741460646720?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/6961304741460646720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=6961304741460646720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6961304741460646720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/6961304741460646720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-have-i-accomplished-what-have-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717814991107048952.post-8742719626896687339</id><published>2007-11-28T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T04:53:58.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>i like doing laundry</title><content type='html'>Yes. And here are my two stories. Last time I did my laundry, I opened up the dryer, and a crisp five dollar bill fell out. Yay. I was joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this time, no money fell out, but as I was fishing through my clean clothes in my hamper, I found another crisp five dollar bill. So yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have earned 10 dollars by doing laundry. If only this could happen each time I did laundry. I'd be some rich mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still exhausted from complete lack of sleep since I've been back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717814991107048952-8742719626896687339?l=mothert26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/feeds/8742719626896687339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717814991107048952&amp;postID=8742719626896687339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8742719626896687339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717814991107048952/posts/default/8742719626896687339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothert26.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-like-doing-laundry.html' title='i like doing laundry'/><author><name>tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205970123042671372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
